Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1545 61: What a Grand Welcome Ceremony

Though his body might have been robust, perhaps possessing formidable resistance and restorative capabilities, against a Mecha designated amongst the Great Demon Gods, it was no more significant than fragile straw paper.

At this precise moment, not only Barrymore but every individual trailing him was instantaneously ripped apart and disintegrated into a crimson mist.

Beneath Shura's devastating blow, an astonishing vacuum storm materialized spontaneously at the furthest reaches of the colossal metallic corridor.

The ferocious gusts of wind lifted countless debris, swirling them violently towards the stellar vortex.

The primary assembly vessel, having barely revealed more than half its structure, was forcefully impelled back into the spatial anomaly!

However, without the impetus from its energy source, the dilation of the Gate of Divine River proved exceedingly challenging, and even after such a tremendous impact, its aperture had not widened considerably.

Conversely, owing to the severance of the Warship's energy provisions, it showed indications of constricting!

The metallic deluge, upon impact with the vortex, fractured and dispersed in every direction.

Yet, at that critical juncture, a searing crimson luminescence emanated from Shura's chest, rapidly traversing his shoulder, elbow, and wrist, ultimately coalescing into a blazing Red Flame Fire Fist that surged forth, penetrating the dissolving metallic stream.

The subsequent spectacle resembled a colossal depth charge detonating within a placid pond; mere moments after the scarlet radiance fully integrated, the almost stationary vortex abruptly began to gyrate in reverse, generating an extraordinary pull.

The metallic flow, which had just commenced its dispersal nearby, was instantaneously drawn into the vortex.

Before the swirling anomaly of another dimension, over a hundred assembly ships lying in wait were abruptly alerted to the vortex's sudden intensification. Following this, a fiery red cloud exploded from the celestial corridor, eviscerating a significant portion of Lord Barrymore's flagship, erupting with volcanic fury.

All the Saint Luo Fighters poised to enter the corridor stood dumbfounded.

This was because, at that instant, their energy radar registered the complete extinction of the light indicators representing the life signatures of the core vessel's personnel!

This signified that Lord Barrymore, whose blood purity had exceeded the 85% threshold, had met his definitive end in combat.

The temples of these members of the Saint Luo Clan pounded intensely, causing their skin to visibly tremble.

Every eye simultaneously pivoted forward.

Without any explicit command, these vessels initiated their assembly protocols in unison.

Regardless of the prevailing circumstances, passage through the Starry Sky Gate was now impossible. The most logical course of action was to halt their advance and coalesce into a Star Body Fortress.

Even in the absence of a core vessel to command the central systems, the defensive firepower of the fortress alone would be adequate for the present situation.

The external plating of these 173 distinctively shaped assembly ships, varying in scale, began to contort uniformly, extruding cloud-like spores.

Faint yellowish beams emanated from all directions, appearing intricate yet executing their purpose with extreme precision, forging connections between each ship.

"Commence construction!"

From every vessel, a concentrated cluster of yellow light was discharged towards a specific point, instantaneously converging into a luminous sphere.

Subsequently, this sphere projected 173 robust yellow conduits, simultaneously linking with the 173 Warships.

The internal structure of the light sphere first displayed violent undulations, then abruptly expanded, drawing all the adjacent vessels rapidly toward its center.

During this brief period of aggregation, all the ships underwent a complete transformation of their external forms.

Those massive Warships, exceeding 3000 meters in length, successfully reconfigured into a crescent-shaped Star Ring in a mere ten seconds.

As these vessels were drawn midway, their original configurations were rendered unrecognizable from a distance.

In the vastness of space, it appeared as though a colossal fortress was materializing!

The Saint Luo Clan's Fighters, leveraging their extensive combat experience, commenced the establishment of defensive perimeters along the frontlines.

Concurrently, within the surveillance communication hub, the eyes of twenty Peepers turned a furious crimson, with azure electrical arcs crackling within the Crystal Orbs they clutched.

The urgent alert from the Saint Luo Clan's secondary fortress assembly ship contingent was finally issued, propagating swiftly through the neural network of spores across the immense cosmic expanse.

Just as the assembled Warships were on the verge of finalizing their docking, a hand of pure darkness, adorned with razor-sharp blades, suddenly burst forth from the vortex and then violently wrenched sideways!

The vortex was instantaneously rent asunder by nearly half its expanse, resembling torn fabric.

Shura, exuding a menacing and ferocious aura, boldly strode out from the warped and ruptured Gate of Divine River.

"What a magnificent welcoming reception."

A frigid, derisive voice reverberated across the public communication channel.

At this moment, all the Combat Parasites belonging to the Saint Luo Clan directed their savage and ruthless gazes towards Shura.

"Aooooo~~~~~~"

A dragon's roar, more stirring to the soul, echoed through the communication channels. The next instant, the proud Evil Wing thrust its colossal head forward, launching into a powerfully aesthetic charge.

However, its aggressive flight seemed a bit excessive, depositing it directly before Shura. Upon witnessing the immense Star Body Fortress, resembling a small planet, it was so startled that dense airflows erupted from its wings simultaneously. It retreated with undignified haste, flying back to Shura's side.

"Ao!"

Evil Wing bared its fangs, expelling twin streams of black flame from its nostrils. Its dragon scales rippled like waves, showcasing itself as a devoted divine beast exuding the majesty of the Mechanical Dragon Clan.

"That Mechanical Knight, and that mechanical life form dragon? Are those the ones responsible for Lord Barrymore's demise?"

Within the spore neural network, countless streams of data rapidly converged, reaching a consensus in less than a tenth of a second.

Following a two-second preliminary assembly, the fortress's artillery Defense Department will obliterate the enemy.

Fortress classification: Spore Annihilation Cannon!

This represents the dark technology of the Saint Luo Clan, its might far exceeding that of neutron annihilation bombs.

It possesses the capability to generate a miniature black hole within a designated area through the annihilation reaction of specialized spores.

A secondary fortress is not merely a matter of increased size!

Although their designation as Combat Parasites enabled them to finalize their defensive deployment instantaneously, their informational streams conveyed immense fury!

This marked the inaugural instance in hundreds of years that the Saint Luo Clan was formally confronting a counter-invasion originating from a lower plane.

With plunder and glory ingrained in their very essence, the Saint Luo warriors at this juncture already considered that single Mecha and its Dragon as vanquished!

Beings from lower planes are unworthy of gracing this domain!

"Spore Annihilation Cannon, level one readiness confirmed."

"Spore Annihilation Cannon, level two readiness confirmed."

"Energy stripping completion has surpassed 50%... surpassed 75%..."

"Spore Annihilation Bomb, prepared…"

A torrent of combat directives was frantically converging.

Yet, at this precise moment, Shura extended his right hand horizontally to the side, issuing a signal.

"Ten pieces. I'll return double the amount to you."

Evil Wing initially showed hesitation but instinctively moved to shake its head. Then, recalling Shura's destructive prowess against the Battle Fortress, it vigorously nodded, a sense of heartache evident.

Its maw gaped open, spewing forth a mass of white luminescence.

Shura's five fingers extended with icy precision, grasping it.

He fiercely compressed the sphere of nano-metal, composed of ten fragments of High Crystal Stone, within his palm!

A frigid, resolute expression dawned in his eyes.