Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1541 57: Saint Luo Clan, Seven Tiers

During the initial thrust, the celestial bodies endured immense strain, making those star fortresses appear as squashed spheres.

Following a second, opposing thrust, those flattened spheres...

Instantly detonated!

The spectacle was as straightforward and savage as twin laser beams striking simultaneously from opposing directions...

Resulting in the immediate obliteration of thirty spheres.

Boliva the Thinker, situated within the central fortress, still in a posture of speech, was violently propelled backward, the shock and dread in his eyes freezing for mere an instant.

Neither he nor the other Saint Luo individuals within the chamber possessed any means of defense against the sweeping crimson wave of Flame.

The ferocious shockwave generated by Shura's penetration surged through the star fortress, disintegrating all its defenses as if they were mere paper.

At this juncture, Shura's form was etched with fine fissures, its blade-like armor gradually losing its scarlet hue at the edges.

"Hmph..."

Mu Fan's lips curled into a chilling grin, feeling the searing heat scorch his throat, uncertain if his skin was slick with blood plasma or perspiration.

The fierce engagement he had just experienced left his body feeling on the verge of disintegration, a deep ache resonating from every bone.

However, this only served to amplify his ferocity and the wildness coursing through his veins.

His chest heaving erratically, Mu Fan's gaze, sharp and cold, fixed upon the blossoming fireworks in the silent void, the wicked smile gracing his lips sending shivers down the spine.

A torrent of blood-red hues continuously flooded his vision, and from Shura's shared perspective, the concentrations of life depicted by red dots vanished entirely in an instant!

The seventy thousand recently dispersed locust fleet came to an abrupt halt in this eerie fashion, transforming into a spectral armada of seventy thousand unmanned vessels.

An atmosphere of deathly stillness and utter destruction permeated the space outside the planet Winter Tree.

On the shadowed hemisphere of the planet, three thousand meters beneath the surface at the base of a colossal iceberg perpetually cloaked in thick snow, within a sprawling alloy hall exceeding one hundred thousand square meters, thousands of holographic screens displayed live feeds from a fifty-thousand-kilometer radius around Winter Tree.

Currently, an unnerving silence pervaded the atmosphere.

More than two thousand imposing, statuesque figures stood with somber expressions.

A palpable fear rippled through the assembled company.

These individuals exhibited no stiffness or awkwardness in their bearing, and their complexions lacked the ghastly pallor of the Saint Luo previously encountered by Mu Fan.

In essence, these beings appeared far more 'alive' compared to the Saint Luo adversaries fought earlier!

The distinction from Federation humans lay in the faint, gill-like slits adorning the backs of their necks, with an average height surpassing 190 centimeters.

These were the High Purity Saint Luo, the true nobility exempt from military duties within the Saint Luo collective!

Within their native domain, the universe governed by the Saint Luo clan operated under a rigid, stratified system of racial categorization.

The bedrock of these distinctions was the purity of their apricot-yellow Saint Luo bloodline!

[Saint Luo Envoy], possessing a blood concentration exceeding 99%, capable of perfectly integrating Saint Luo blood constructs with their physical form for battle, they represent the zenith of individual might, exceedingly rare among the Saint Luo. In their flesh-and-blood construction state, their formidable bodies can withstand the gravitational pull of a black hole.

[Thinker], with a blood concentration ranging from 95% to 99%, these individuals are Extreme Biological Evolvers with exceptionally developed intellects, masters of High Tier telekinesis, serving as the strategic minds of a corps, generally possessing moderate physical strength, and often acting as second-in-command within the corps structure.

[High Purity], more accurately termed [High Purity Saint Luo people], they are the genuine aristocracy of the Saint Luo clan! With blood concentrations over 85%, their appearances closely mirror Federation humans, with females averaging over 175cm and males over 185cm. They possess the capacity for dual parasitism and a wider range of control over neurospores, exhibiting enhanced physiques and spiritual capabilities, yet due to their noble lineage, they typically abstain from direct combat.

[Peeping], whose blood concentration deviates around 80% by a margin of 2%, incapable of parasitism, these entities function as specialized combat units within Saint Luo society and are rarely encountered.

[Combat Parasite], the elite echelon of the Saint Luo clan. With blood concentrations exceeding 70%, they wield terrifying strength and possess potent regenerative abilities, engaging in neurospore combat, characterized by their singular capacity for parasitism, forming the vanguard of the Saint Luo clan's legions and truly embodying the warrior spirit of the Saint Luo people!

[Reserve Combat Body], a designation for Saint Luo individuals with a blood concentration between 60% and 70%. Aside from lacking the awakened parasitism ability, they are sufficiently powerful to be considered warriors, forming a substantial reserve force for the Saint Luo combat legions.

[Civilians], also referred to as [Low-purity Saint Luo people], bear a resemblance to Federation humans in their appearance. However, their genes are not as superior as those of the [High Purity]. Their height and build vary, and this term is used to describe Saint Luo people with blood concentrations below 60%. Their strength can differ depending on their purity, but they are excluded from the combat sequence, constituting over 80% of the entire Saint Luo clan!

These seven distinct classes collectively form the rigidly hierarchical Saint Luo clan!

At this very moment, within the central hall of the ice layer base on Winter Tree, the survivors present belong to the highest echelon of Saint Luo nobility—the [High Purity]!

Boom...

Boom, boom, boom!

A sequence of dull impacts resonated from the opposite end of the hall.

From what were once semi-transparent seats, pulses of apricot-yellow blood plasma intermittently erupted.

The physical forms of these Saint Luo nobles commenced to tremble without control.

"[Bone Fly] has perished... The Saint Luo Envoy is no more... The Thinker is gone... Of the Vanguard Army's 12,500 Saint Luo warriors, fewer than 2,000 parasitic bodies remain after survival... They will require a lengthy six-month period for recovery."

"Our grand Luqin Universe Expeditionary Corps Vanguard Army... has been annihilated just like this?"

A handsome youth with blond hair inquired, his voice filled with tremors, his tall and upright physique appearing somewhat unstable.

He was the offspring of a noble, and his presence here was intended to savor the spoils of victory. After all, their high purity inherently designated them as nobility!

But now, everything was lost!

All of this had its origin in the image captured by the Peeping at that critical moment... that mecha as black as ink!

The seventh Saint Luo Envoy... Leviathan, who dissolved into that black plasma upon death.

The sight rendered his very soul quivering!

"No, that's impossible."

"Our Saint Luo clan has never endured such a catastrophic defeat!"

The more these individuals spoke, the more agitated they became. Yet, regardless of their words, none dared to propose venturing outside the ice base at this juncture.

They represented the final remnants of the Expeditionary Army.

Should they step outside, they might not even withstand a single gesture from that formidable mecha.

A murmur of discussion spread through the hall until someone finally could not contain their voice and cried out: "What course of action should we take now!"

"What to do... We must dispatch a distress signal! We need to request the engagement of at least two Saint Luo Envoys to lay siege to that mecha!"

"Peeping, transmit the signal!" The blond youth abruptly pivoted his head and commanded towards a corner of the hall.