Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1543 59: Crash Through!

Within Mu Fan's deep thoughts, and alongside Black's intricate calculations, Evil Wing unfurled its mighty wings and surged directly toward the imposing mountain rock face that bisected the canyon!

"Hoo!!"

A resonant roar, akin to unwavering faith, filled the canyon as Evil Wing plunged into its final sprint, accelerating like a guided missile.

The immense rock wall, a chasm of unseen depths, presented an ever-closer view of its precisely angled formations.

"Is this foolish dragon insane?!"

Black bellowed in frustration.

However, Mu Fan's gaze sharpened, a sudden possibility dawning in his mind. His right hand opened swiftly, a crimson glow coalescing in his palm before he unleashed it in an instant.

—Shura Order!

Crimson Darts of Light struck the rock face ahead with a velocity far exceeding Evil Wing's own.

Ding!

Boom!

An enormous crater, spanning over thirty meters in diameter, instantly erupted from the rock wall.

Huh?

Had his speculation been mistaken?

Could it be that Evil Wing genuinely intended to smash through?

Judging by the dragon's desperate charge, it must have perceived something crucial. If that were the case...

Then clearing the path for it would fall upon his shoulders.

"Hoo?"

Evil Wing abruptly turned its head, letting out a startled cry as the sudden detonation caught it by surprise.

"Continue on your designated path," Mu Fan's voice resonated with unwavering resolve.

As if bolstered by newfound encouragement, Evil Wing spread its wings, executing a sharp dive at a nearly ninety-degree angle. It plummeted several hundred meters before ascending dramatically!

Shura crossed its arms defensively, bracing for the final, rock-shattering impact.

Yet, just as Evil Wing was poised to collide with the cliff.

Within Shura's normal field of vision, the distinct outlines of the rocks blurred, transforming into mere sketched lines.

[Weak energy field detected!]

[Camouflaged concealment discovered.]

These two detection results had barely synchronized into the thought wave when Evil Wing impacted the colossal rock wall.

A subtle mist and the solid yellow rock facade vanished instantly!

The surrounding panorama abruptly shifted into a network of crisscrossing beams of pale blue light, the scenery transitioning from bright to dark.

After a moment of visual distortion, the scene reformed into...

A colossal, metallic tunnel!

And at the terminus of the steel tunnel, a deep space churned like a black hole.

This was indeed another realm entirely!

"This dragon possesses uncanny abilities; even you couldn't discern it just now," Black remarked, clicking his tongue in amazement. Mu Fan's reaction speed was undeniably swift, yet his strike had seemingly connected with solid rock.

Only by following Evil Wing's lead had they managed to breach the correctly concealed passage.

"Hoo hoo~"

Evil Wing, sensing Black's astonishment, interpreted the comment as praise and proudly lifted its head, emitting two triumphant roars.

Its unique physiology enabled it to perceive subtle energy fluctuations with acute clarity.

During its charge, Evil Wing had even closed its eyes.

"Anomalous spatial reaction detected ahead; spatial structure exhibits a 70% similarity to a wormhole... spatial reaction showing fluctuation!"

Just as Black issued this alert, the vortex-like end of the tunnel began to slowly rotate.

In the subsequent second, a massive bow, over 120 meters wide, forcibly emerged.

"While we remain ignorant of what lies within, we can be certain it presents as an adversary,"

Mu Fan declared coldly, "Evil Wing, breach it."

Hoo?

Evil Wing's eyes initially flickered with a question, then hardened into fierce determination.

The master has commanded, so through it they must charge!

Crash through, with all might!

Now, influenced by Mu Fan's resolute spirit, the dragon felt its own power surge exponentially.

Thus, Evil Wing accelerated once more, hurtling furiously forward.

...

...

"Just intercepted that SOS from that group of high-purity individuals; truly a collection of noble lords unaccustomed to actual combat."

On the command bridge of the warship, a formidable figure clad in a nano combat suit stood at the forefront, speaking with chilling indifference.

As he spoke, he let out a breathy laugh, gesturing towards the slowly rotating stellar passage ahead. Turning back to those behind him, he continued, "I have long contended that the true battlefield belongs to warriors, and those who lag behind should never be permitted to participate."

"The consequence of their involvement is this blatant misinformation regarding military intelligence!"

"When I finally meet the Seventh Saint Luo Envoy, Lord Leviathan, I shall report the unvarnished truth regarding how these high-purity individuals misrepresented the situation. Hmph, the repercussions of offending the Saint Luo Envoy are something I need not elaborate upon!"

The man's words carried a lethal undertone. His features bore a striking resemblance to the high-purity individuals, complete with fin-like gill patterns, yet his physique was more robust, and his complexion appeared considerably rougher.

Most of those standing behind him shared similar characteristics, with a few individuals standing respectfully at the periphery, notably shorter than 180 centimeters.

They were the [Combat Parasites] who hadn't yet entered their parasitic state, forming the very core of the Saint Luo Army.

The burly man speaking, identified as Barrymore, possessed a Saint Luo blood purity level reaching an impressive 89%. This pinnacle wasn't his birthright but the result of diligent progression from a warrior with 78% blood purity. He personally spearheaded his forces in the conquest of over one hundred forty planets, earning him two doses of the coveted Luosheng Flower Liquid.

This potent purification fluid, with its notoriously low one-in-five success rate, saw him achieve dual purifications through sheer mythical luck, catapulting him past the 85% threshold in a single leap.

Consequently, he ascended to the rank of Senior Commander within the Saint Luo Clan just two years prior.

In a lateral comparison, his standing was comparable to when Mu Fan first encountered Commander Lamar when breaching the Flame Star wormhole – a pivotal general capable of leading corps within the Expeditionary Army.

As part of the Expeditionary Army's subsequent support forces, Barrymore harbored significant resentment. The Vanguard Army had secured substantial achievements, then manipulated military intelligence, leaving him to manage the messy aftermath.

Those detestable high-purity individuals!

"Hold your heads high! Later, let those high-purity individuals witness the pride and might befitting true fighters. I will make them understand the consequences of fabricating military reports!"

"Yes, Lord Barrymore."

A resounding chorus of affirmation came from those behind him.

"Order the rear composite fleet to advance sequentially, numbered from 1 to 174. Since we are here, let these people feel the formidable power of a secondary fortress, a might far surpassing their third-level fortresses!"

After issuing his commands, Barrymore turned his gaze forward, a cold smile gracing his lips.

This was the inherent pride of Saint Luo Fighters.

Within this lower-level universe, without the High Purity Guard as their ultimate backstop, what right did those high-purity individuals possess to carry such airs before him?

Barrymore could already vividly picture the stunned, speechless faces of those high-purity individuals as he confronted them.

Truly... the mere thought was incredibly gratifying!

Barrymore's lips curled into a refreshingly cold smile.

At this exact moment, the surrounding scenery outside the ship's bow began to warp and shift. As a sticky, dark substance slid past the viewport, the view ahead started to brighten considerably.

On the central control console before him, the gauge indicating engine power had surged into the red warning zone. Simultaneously, the energy reserve reading plummeted like an avalanche, depleting by three-quarters almost instantaneously.

"The work of the Pioneers is indeed not for the faint of heart,"

Barrymore mused with a sigh.