Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1552 - 68: You’re Joking, Right?

Luke brought his palm hard against his own face, yet he felt no sensation of pain.

This was because, at the very edge of their sight,

a colossal, flame-wreathed dragon...

It was no illusion; a fiery-red giant dragon was hurtling directly towards the desolate planet they occupied.

It was nearly inconceivable to spot a dragon with a hundred-meter wingspan traversing the immense void of the universe.

But who could have foreseen such a beast hurtling straight for them!

Who could have imagined its entire form engulfed in crimson flames!

And upon its back, a mecha, its scarlet cloak trailing a dazzling luminescence across the space behind.

As long as one possessed functioning eyes, it was impossible to overlook the dragon wreathed in fire.

"That, that, that isn't..."

"I know," Luke cut off Captain Job, and for the first time, this noble, high-purity individual from Saint Luo felt a tremor of fear unfurl within his core.

He swallowed reflexively, "The predicament is whether we confront them or yield? Escape is out of the question... that accursed dragon is already fixed upon me."

Captain Job's mouth, however, continued to quiver, unable to offer his companion a reply, his gaze utterly ensnared by the sight of the colossal dragon and its mecha.

"They're approaching... they're approaching..."

The observation platform, previously hovering, now hung motionless above the Wind Chaser Battleship, its two occupants inside frozen like statues as they awaited the 'Meteor,' faintly smoldering, to descend upon them.

Not for lack of will to evade, but the sheer velocity of the approaching entity rendered any attempt futile!

Faster... faster...

Both their bodies stiffened in unison, utterly immobile.

...

The extremities of Evil Wing’s immense wings had already begun to glow crimson.

A relentless ten-hour flight at high speed had pushed its mechanical wings into a state of extreme strain.

Yet, upon recognizing it was in service to such a magnificent (and generous) master, Evil Wing felt a surge of unwavering determination.

To labor diligently all day and be perpetually joyous – this was now its ultimate aspiration for its draconic existence.

Following the precise Star Map guidance provided by the Saint Luo Clan's military, it had navigated through four wormholes; even with its enhanced physiology, the journey had been taxing.

Fortunately, its destination was imminent, requiring only a brief detour around the celestial body ahead.

Wait!

There were beings on that planet.

Evil Wing's eyes suddenly dilated.

"Roar roar roar~"

Evil Wing's thought waves resounded directly into Shura's cockpit, and the figure within, whose aura was as sharp and cold as iron, subtly redirected its attention.

A warship of a scale that could be deemed immense, its rhomboid form distinct from any invading vessel encountered previously, its hull devoid of the characteristic colors of prior aggressors.

The hull bore significant damage.

Its exposed weaponry, in relation to its vast dimensions, appeared underwhelming; it couldn't even rival the armament of the Saint Luo Clan's Star Body Fortress.

Synthesizing Shura's visual input with Black's compiled data, Mu Fan reached a conclusion within three seconds.

[No need for concern!]

Mu Fan fixed his gaze upon the Star Map, approximately 200,000 kilometers distant, focusing on a region marked in gray, a frown creasing his brow.

Even the advanced navigational charts of the Saint Luo Clan offered no clear depiction of this gray zone, merely a faint outline was discernible...

There might be anomalies present in that sector.

"Maintain acceleration," Mu Fan commanded icily.

Consequently, Evil Wing cast another formidable glare towards the colossal warship before accelerating without a moment's hesitation!

A searing trail of red light skimmed perilously close to the planet's surface, and Evil Wing, with a show of pride, exhaled twin plumes of flame from its nostrils to announce its passage.

Suspended in the air, approximately four hundred meters above the ground, two individuals of distinguished Saint Luo noble blood watched in stunned silence as the crimson meteor blazed through the black expanse.

Especially as Shura swept past them with that dispassionate glance...

Both Job and Luke were rendered as motionless as stone.

Five seconds elapsed, neither man budging.

Ten seconds passed, still rooted to the spot...

A full minute went by, and then a sudden, ragged gasp broke the silence on the confined observation deck.

Both drew breath as if starved of air, Luke, in particular, his composure shattered, brought his palm hard against his face and clutched his chest.

"Just now..."

"An S-class alert."

"We're still alive!"

The two locked eyes, a wave of relief washing over them at their narrow escape, followed by an eruption of jubilant shouts.

"Haha, we're still alive!"

At this moment, Captain Job's mind reacted faster than Luke's; he snatched the Star Communication device in his hand.

"Activate maximum power communication mode, patch me through to the Cameron garrison, my three billion Xiling, hahaha!! This is sheer providence! I swear we must be the first to witness him."

Job was already speaking with a trace of incoherence due to his excitement, his gill-like markings beginning to pulse with a vibrant red hue.

puffs of light yellow smoke billowed from Job's cheeks, indicating his immense excitement.

As the vessel's engines roared to life, the observation deck swiftly established a link with the central command signal tower.

[Maximum power adjustment complete.]

[Establishing connection.]

[Connection successful.]

"This is the Cameron galaxy garrison's Star Communication external line, please state your identity and the nature of your communication. All calls are subject to recording."

A clear, albeit intermittent, melodious female voice emanated from the Star Communication device.

"I, I am Captain Job of the Wind Chaser Battleship, a High Purity individual. Did your Cameron Military Department not just issue an S-class notice? I'm here to provide information. Record this quickly: the 3 billion Xiling is mine, all mine!"

Job struggled to maintain a calm tone, but to Luke, standing beside him, it sounded incredibly foolish!

However, the operator responded with surprising patience, softly stating, "Feedback regarding the S-class notice will be forwarded to the Military Intelligence Department. Please hold."

A few seconds later, a voice with a hint of impatience emerged, "Proceed. Upon verification, the Cameron garrison will credit your account with the bounty."

"I saw it – a dragon, a black mecha, the dragon was enormous, and it could breathe fire..." Job exclaimed, gesturing wildly.

"State the location; we require verification." The voice on the other end interrupted brusquely, seemingly unconcerned by this Star Communication feedback.

"Oh, right, the location! I'll send it to you now, take a look." Overcome with excitement, Job failed to notice the operator's tone as he hastily transmitted the Star Map coordinates.

Moments later, a questioning voice inquired, "You are in the Black Storm border region? The coordinates you sent pinpoint a small, abandoned planet designated RG1178. Are you certain the wanted individual is there?"

"Um, no... they just flew overhead, it looked like they charged into the Black Storm."

"We need precise information. Transmit the video you recorded; we require truly actionable evidence!" The voice carried a faint trace of anger.

"Video, video, yes, please wait a moment."

Lowering the Star Communication device, Job's eyes blazed with a bright yellow hue. He pulled the control lever and commanded,

"Peeping Ebot, did you capture the surveillance footage just now? Also, deploy the detection cone to lock onto that dragon."

"...Captain, the power was cut momentarily, so no video was captured. Furthermore... according to the passive detection logs from the low-consumption radar, no anomalies were recorded. No signal fluctuations were detected, nor did we identify the... giant dragon you mentioned."

"I..." Job's words caught in his throat.

"Haha, you must be joking. You couldn't possibly provoke my anger by claiming the target entered a star directly. The wanted individuals appearing within the Black Storm band... a flight path prohibition zone, a deadly star domain with an almost 100% mortality rate. You are the most audacious claimant among the thousand reports received. If you require assistance, please use a different rescue communication channel. However, for now... Mr. Job, you are the 1,703rd individual to provide false information. Congratulations, you have been blacklisted by the Cameron garrison communications. Farewell." The voice on the other end concluded with a mocking tone.

"What? I'm joking? I am a genuine High Purity individual! Such matters... Hello? Hello?"

"You hung up my Star Communication?"

"Screw you!"

Job stood frozen for a moment before violently hurling the communicator to the ground, stomping on it furiously.