Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1549 65: Intruders

[Intruder One: Black Mechanical Knight, the three-dimensional image is as follows...]

[Intruder Two: Mechanical Life Giant Dragon, the three-dimensional image is as follows...]

"A final reminder: both detected intruders possess formidable individual combat prowess. All navigators are instructed to proceed with extreme caution..."

This urgent message flashed as a red alert, directly broadcast across the Star Network of the Cameron galaxy. Such an event was unheard of in their three years of navigating these uncharted territories!

Luke's gaze turned vacant as he recognized the broadcast as originating from the Saint Luo clan's military. Known for their martial focus, this message carried the highest level of broadcasting authority.

"Wait a minute, is this the entirety of the alert? A Class S announcement, which only occurs once a decade, concerning previously unseen intruders, and yet it's this simplistic? It can't be right."

While voicing his doubts, Luke manipulated the light screen with his fingers. However, after repeatedly checking, he found only this single, straightforward message accompanied by the two aforementioned holographic diagrams.

"When is the invasion scheduled? What is the designated invasion zone? What are their potential operational perimeters? What is their estimated combat strength? None of this is specified. Are they out of their minds?"

This time, even the usually placid Luke couldn't maintain his composure. A rare, serious expression settled upon his features.

"The less information that is disseminated, the graver the situation typically indicates... This situation might be far more perilous than we are currently assessing. The garrison within the Cameron galaxy is undoubtedly withholding crucial details."

Possessing an 86% blood purity, both individuals had access to an information network far beyond the reach of ordinary individuals.

"So, your recommendation is to maintain a significant distance if we encounter them?" Captain Job found this notion of retreating without engaging incredibly difficult to accept, his pride making such a course of action unbearable.

"What other recourse do we have? The Wind Chaser has already sustained severe damage. Do we possess Flesh and Blood Construction capabilities? Are we equipped with Void War Beasts? We lack all of these essential assets for combat! Therefore, if we happen to spot them, we simply log a casual report. Our objective is to amass wealth, not to court death," Luke stated unequivocally.

Upon hearing the mention of the warship's critical damage, Job's spirits plummeted instantly. He gestured weakly, "Never mind. The probability of encountering these intruders is one in several billion. The chances of us crossing paths with them... Ha! I'd sooner believe I could charge through the Black Storm on foot."

With a dismissive wave, Job jokingly bypassed the alert message altogether.

Luke's jaw continued to move rhythmically as he exhaled and inhaled the faint, yellowish mist. After a full thirty seconds elapsed, his brow finally unfurrowed, and he conceded, "You are correct. Such alerts are merely sensationalized entertainment news; how could they possibly pertain to us? The Cameron galaxy spans over 80 light-years in diameter. The likelihood of encountering these two wanted individuals within this vast expanse... it's absurd to even contemplate."

Consequently, the two commanders of the Wind Chaser Battleship quickly reached a mutual understanding: focus on diligently repairing the engine and making haste towards a developed planet for comprehensive warship servicing.

As for any Class S announcements...

They would simply skim them, questioning their relevance to their own immediate concerns.

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A shadowy silhouette glided eerily across the expansive canvas of deep space. Upon closer inspection, the faint outline of a small shuttlecraft could be discerned, navigating the void like a phantom of the cosmos.

Moving in utter silence, shrouded by a veil of faint, translucent spore mist, it drifted like a spectral entity in the oppressive darkness.

"No anomalies detected."

"No signals received."

"Unable to establish a connection with the spore neural network."

Within the confined confines of the shuttle's control cabin, thirteen individuals were packed. Twelve of them were specialized observers, distinguished by their unnerving visages and conspicuously overdeveloped ocular blood vessels.

The thirteenth person occupied the pilot's seat at the forefront, assuming control of the vessel.

This unusual assembly was a stark departure from the typical configuration of a Saint Luo warship.

Despite this, they were clad in the precise battle uniforms identical to those worn by the fortress soldiers who had recently been annihilated.

This vessel was, in fact, the preeminent reconnaissance craft within the Cameron galaxy garrison of the Saint Luo clan.

The Silver Ghost Ship!

Its standard complement consisted of 13 crew members: one pilot proficient in warship operations with a Saint Luo Battle Body, and twelve observers possessing advanced navigation skills up to Level 8.

This warship boasted unparalleled speed, the most sophisticated stealth camouflage technology, and an array of 21 distinct reconnaissance devices. Ironically, however, it was entirely devoid of any offensive weaponry.

At this precise moment, the Silver Ghost Ship was operating at its maximum detection capacity.

In the central area where the twelve observers were seated in a circular formation, a miniature universe star map glowed vividly, projecting nearby celestial bodies in real-time. Close observation revealed the occasional streak of a passing meteor.

"Located 24,000 kilometers from the site where the fortress signal ceased. Wreckage has been identified; however, no signs of the intruders have been discovered."

"Scanning, the 17,744th cycle..."

Thud!

Suddenly, a powerful jolt emanated from above.

The usually steady control cabin experienced violent tremors, sending the crystal orbs grasped by the 12 observers flying upwards simultaneously.

"Possible collision with space debris," one offered.

"No debris detected in transit!" another exclaimed.

"This is highly unusual."

Exchanging rapid reports, the 12 observers briefly met each other's terrified gazes, arriving at a grim consensus.

At that critical moment, they each instinctively grasped their ascending crystal orbs. The latent electrical sparks within flashed wildly, yet the miniature star map did not update with new imagery; instead, it began to fade.

"Invisibility Energy Barrier!" the 12 observers declared in unison.

However, before their voices fully faded.

The Silver Ghost Ship, hurtling through space, suddenly encountered an unseen, immense resistance, forcing a drastic deceleration.

The pilot was violently thrown back against the seat, while the 12 observers were flung towards the rear bulkhead.

The reconnaissance vessel ground to an immediate halt!

In the subsequent instant...

Boom!

The control cabin's ceiling was violently ripped open. An armored, iron hand thrust through, its five digits digging into the cabin floor like steel talons!

The 12 severely injured observers watched in abject horror as a black arm, adorned with blade-like armor, emerged from the breach.

Hiss...

Streams of superheated air, tinged with a faint fiery hue, vented from the seams of the blade armor.

Red Star Mist poured in through the upper rupture, seeping into the deckwork alongside the encroaching arm.

At this dire moment, the 12 crystal orbs clutched by the observers simultaneously shattered.

"Control permissions lost!"

The pilot reacted with trained alacrity, drawing a laser pistol from his hip and preparing to fire as he rose.

But the menacing black arm closed its five deadly fingers.

The alloy deck buckled and crumpled like soft clay under its immense grip, a crimson inferno erupted outwards, spreading with terrifying speed.

After a sickening thud...

Bang bang bang bang!

Within the confined space of the cabin, thirteen Saint Luo individuals' bodies instantly disintegrated into sprays of crimson blood plasma, painting the entire area.

The black arm retracted, simultaneously drawing back the pervasive Red Star Mist.

Upon the 40-meter-long flat-topped warship, a dark mecha slowly rose to a semi-kneeling position, its crimson eyes fixing an eerie gaze in the direction the warship had originated.

"Star map acquired... Black, plot our course!"

From within a cockpit awash in blood-red light, the voice, though low and hoarse, carried an almost palpable tremor of barely contained excitement.

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...

The sky remained perpetually dim, with scattered torches illuminating the tribal encampment, and wisps of smoke indicated habitation.

A slender young girl stood poised atop the village's high palisade at that moment, gazing into the distance, her expression etched with deep worry.

Two full days had passed, and the dreaded level-four Beast Tide was finally showing signs of subsiding.

However, the White Armor Tribe had suffered catastrophic losses, far exceeding all worst-case predictions.

For this community of 2,000 souls, the initial projected casualty count of 40 had alarmingly doubled!

Clan Leader Isaiah lay gravely wounded, having lost an eye, and the young leader of the Wolf Armor Group, Alva, had been away battling for over six consecutive hours, showing no sign of returning to the tribe.

Furthermore, the patrol hunters of the White Armor Clan had just delivered exceedingly grim and oppressive news...

A scout from the Red Stone Tribe had been discovered near the western rocky wall bordering the tribe's perimeter!

"Damn that Red Stone Tribe!"

"I, Isaiah, have not yet fallen, and they are already growing impatient to devour the White Armor Tribe!"

A man possessing the fierce presence of a lion abruptly emerged from the grand tent fashioned from beast hides within the village.

This robust, middle-aged man was undeniably the formidable Clan Leader Isaiah of the White Armor Clan.

A gaping wound, the size of a large bowl, was starkly visible on his abdomen.

One could quite literally peer through the void from one side of the injury to the other...

Yet, not a flicker of pain crossed the man's brow.

With a resounding crash, his war hammer, crafted from white bone, struck the ground, sending specks of blood mist scattering.