Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1538 54: Shudder from the Soul (2)

Shura slowly spun around, confronting the colossal fleet of seven hundred thousand that almost swallowed a planet whole. A more potent and twisted aura surged from the openings in his blade armor, disrupting the very air currents!

"Is that all you've got?"

A soft, taunting voice echoed across the public communication channel, yet an unnerving silence followed, with no one daring to voice a rebuttal.

The people of Saint Luo observed the unfolding events on the holographic screen, their gazes vacant and unblinking.

Having moved past their initial shock and terror, an eerie calm had settled over them at this precise moment.

The reason? The central crystal ball hadn't yet turned gray, signifying that Leviathan was, astonishingly, still alive!

And the crucial underpinning for this unlikely survival was...

The mist of yellow blood and scattered fragments, previously drifting thousands of meters behind Shura, suddenly froze mid-air.

Then, in a shocking display, the mangled body, devoid of life moments before, began to convulse at its feet. Ripples seemed to emanate from it as the broken form started to rise.

Subsequently, the flesh fragments and the yellow fluid from all directions converged and were absorbed into the half-standing corpse.

The yellow mist swirled around the incomplete cadaver, only to dissipate violently outward a second later.

"To think you'd try to kill me with an attack of this caliber? You're utterly pathetic, you swine... you pig!"

Leviathan's muscular body, now devoid of skin, miraculously regenerated, leaving only a skull that then flew towards his face.

It was then possible to clearly discern that beneath the previous skeletal mask was a ghastly, repulsive mass of flesh and blood. It appeared as though his original facial features had been dissolved by a potent acid, leaving behind only a few openings that would continuously pulse.

At this point, it was impossible to identify any semblance of eyes, a mouth, or nostrils.

This was the horrifying visage revealed beneath the white bone mask.

Words laced with intense killing intent reverberated through the public channel.

Despite his regeneration, Shura's devastating attack had undeniably pushed Leviathan into a state of absolute fury.

At this critical juncture, the viscous, yellow blood splattered across Leviathan's colossal frame began to seep back into his form.

It was as if not a single wound had ever existed.

Shura, who had just turned to face the approaching fleet, now swiveled back with a chilling indifference.

Mu Fan meticulously observed every stage, from the suspended flesh shards rapidly coalescing to the seamless reconstruction of the body.

Through Shura's crimson-tinted vision, where speed was dilated by a factor of twenty, Mu Fan meticulously traced the intricate process of muscle fibers re-weaving and blood vessels layering atop one another... the entire sequence!

His gaze ultimately locked onto the tree-like tendrils of yellow blood penetrating Leviathan's body, a cold smirk forming on his lips.

"Is this your ultimate trump card… amplifying the blood's inherent properties on a normal body ten thousandfold… thus achieving your flesh and blood body's regenerative prowess?"

Hm!?

Leviathan's face, still a dissolving mess, was in the process of receiving its bone mask back when Mu Fan's low, mocking words reached him. The monstrous entity abruptly turned its horrifying gaze towards Shura.

"Who exactly are you!?"

The taunting tone vanished from Leviathan's voice, replaced by an overwhelming surge of rage and sheer terror.

This was because the secret he had just revealed was a core piece of knowledge held exclusively by the people of Saint Luo!

"If that is the case, then I shall conduct an experiment."

The engine mounted on Shura's back ignited, transforming him into a meteor as his cloak billowed, the mecha tearing through the sky.

Just as the white bone mask was mere centimeters from rejoining the colossal body's face, Shura extended a single finger and thrust it forward.

The metallic digit penetrated the dissolving visage, but only managed to breach the surface by less than ten centimeters before being halted by incredibly resilient muscle fibers.

In that instant, a startled Leviathan slammed his palms together forcefully.

Shura's right arm armor instantly buckled under the immense pressure, several cracks appearing and the limb itself deforming.

The agonizing sensation of full neural synchronization transmitted instantaneously to Mu Fan's own body.

However...

Within the crimson-hued confines of his cockpit, Mu Fan calmly raised his head, his heart performing a powerful leap.

Dong!

In the tranquil, blood-filled void of his consciousness, it felt as though a colossal war drum had been struck with tremendous force.

The blood within his heart surged, propelled throughout his entire body.

A clump of blood plasma, roughly half a fist in size, was forcefully expelled backward through the red conduit connected to Mu Fan's spine.

This ejected blood plasma, coursing through Shura's internal conduits, rapidly solidified along a mechanical vein of black material.

Measuring only about seven to eight centimeters in diameter, it formed a sphere of coagulated blood in the weightless environment.

It was then gently pressed into Shura.

Compared to Leviathan's imposing thirty-meter frame, this tiny globule of blood plasma was utterly insignificant.

Upon mere contact with Leviathan's body, the blood instantly merged and vanished without a trace.

Shura's finger left a mere afterimage as it retracted.

The pale bone mask, previously absorbed, finally snapped back into place onto Leviathan's face.

Within the dark, hollow cavity of the jawbone, a distorted, translucent outline suddenly materialized.

This was unmistakably the invisible shockwave that had been unleashed moments earlier.

Leviathan maintained its tight grip on Shura's arm, so powerful that it fractured Shura's hand armor.

But then...

At this critical juncture, the colossal being's form abruptly became rigid.

The ephemeral vortex outline that had materialized around its mouth vanished without a trace.

From its vacant, black eye sockets, twin rivulets of blood began to flow like tears.

Upon closer inspection in that moment, one could discern Leviathan's immense frame quivering almost imperceptibly.

Fierce waves of spiritual power surged outwards from its body, washing over the vast fleet below.

"Im...possible... How could you possibly... Aaargh!!"

The final shriek resonated, piercing the air at a high pitch.

All the Saint Luo people had been observing with quiet anticipation, awaiting Leviathan's anticipated revival.

However, at that very instant, their countenances underwent a dramatic and fearful transformation.

The root of their distress was Leviathan's palpable terror.

Indeed, their perceptions were not deceiving them.

Within the grasp of six hundred Seers, their respective crystal orbs simultaneously pulsed with a turbulent blend of red and black hues.

The more rapid the swirling and commingling of these colors, the greater the intensity of the fear being transmitted.

Throughout their entire history of galactic dominance, they had never encountered anything capable of invoking dread within the Envoy of Saint Luo.

Much less something that could instill the invincible Envoy of Saint Luo with genuine fear.

Such a scenario was utterly inconceivable!

Yet...

At this very moment, not only did the Seventh Envoy of Saint Luo, Leviathan, broadcast its terror, but in the subsequent second, this fear transmuted into an overwhelming tide of lamentation.

Before the stunned and vacant eyes of all the Saint Luo people.

The crimson blood spilling from Leviathan's dark eye sockets suddenly shifted to a profound black.

Then, visibly, their revered War God began to degrade and blacken, starting from the head downward...

Whether it was the bone structure, the musculature, or their most prized blood, all of it transformed into a viscous, ink-like black substance...

The head dissolved with a soft implosion.

The spine briefly protruded before succumbing to the same alchemical alteration into the black fluid.

From the apex downwards, the process of dissolution proceeded with a relentless, unhurried certainty, as if no force in existence could possibly impede its progression.

"My apologies, it appears the experiment was successful..."

In a voice devoid of any emotion, Shura extended two fingers, delicately pinched the still-intact white bone of the face, and extracted it.

Thus, the imposing 30-meter tall form devolved into a drifting mass of still-simmering black liquid in the void...

This calamitous spectacle was undeniably witnessed by every single Saint Luo individual.

In the immediate aftermath, their bodies involuntarily shuddered in unison!