Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1561 - 77: She Is Still Alive

Enoch vowed that if the individual who had rescued his father also intended to seize Teacher Wang, much like the Red Stone Tribe had, then he would choose death over uttering another word today!

Engulfed in a fierce internal conflict, Enoch failed to observe Mu Fan's body trembling at that very moment.

"Is she still alive... is that so?"

His voice, laced with a tremor, betrayed deeply suppressed emotions.

Enoch stared in bewilderment at Mu Fan’s quivering lips.

Wasn’t this the same person who had just effortlessly dispatched twenty Udan Spearmen?

"Of course, Teacher Wang is alive!" Enoch retorted immediately, his voice tinged with indignation.

The question posed was utterly infuriating!

What was the meaning of ‘still alive’?

The revered Goddess of their White Armor Tribe was unquestionably alive and thriving.

"I wish to see her. Can you lead me to her?"

"You haven't revealed your identity yet!" the young, plump boy interjected cautiously, wary of falling into a potential trap.

Enoch glared hatefully at Hawthorn, whose face was smeared with blood, and pointed his waist knife directly, declaring, "He seeks to kill me and my father; he is the sworn enemy of our White Armor Tribe! If you hand him over to me and allow me to kill him, then you must strip off all your armor. Only then will I guide you to the village!"

Upon hearing Enoch's persistent demands, a smile graced Mu Fan's lips.

It was the first genuine, benevolent smile he had displayed since crossing the threshold of the Gate of Divine River.

However, to Hawthorn, this smile radiated a sinister aura of impending demise.

Hearing this, Hawthorn froze in shock. Observing Mu Fan’s smile, a profound sense of dread surged within him, and he frantically shook his head, stammering, "No, no, no..."

The hand gripping his neck suddenly released its hold.

In the very next instant, two hands seized his shoulders like vise-like clamps, leaving Hawthorn utterly stunned.

Crack.

His shoulders… had been pulverized!

"Ah!"

Amidst a piercing shriek, Mu Fan released his grip, allowing Hawthorn to writhe in agony on the ground.

He then turned back to Enoch, his bright black eyes brimming with excitement, and with one hand on his chest, he yanked.

The core of the Dragon Rider War Armor was instantly extracted, and the entire suit transformed into scattered bone fragments, which congregated around the core before being casually stowed into his waist pouch.

All the eerie green luminescence vanished, and the once brilliant Curved Light Scythe Blade reverted to an ordinary Dark Gold Short Stick.

With a nonchalant toss.

The young, plump boy instinctively caught the Dark Gold Short Stick, looking up at the towering figure with disheveled white hair standing before him.

"Your Teacher Wang... her name is... Nuonuo," a gentle voice drifted on the night breeze.

Witnessing the uncontrollable tremor in Enoch’s eyes, he instinctively nodded, emitting a soft sound.

"This is my weapon."

"That is your captive."

"Your father is not dead."

"You are a man."

With a gentle clap on Enoch’s shoulder, Mu Fan walked past him.

Hot tears finally streamed down his cheeks.

The cold, damp air seemed to absorb the heat from his tears.

Cool droplets of moisture brushed against Enoch’s face, and he dazedly wiped his cheek.

Just now, had this elder brother… actually wept?

He is vastly different from those belonging to the Red Stone Tribe!

Then, this agreement is sealed.

With his face a mask of murderous intent, Enoch turned his gaze towards Hawthorn, who was on his knees, desperately trying to prop himself up with his chin, and charged forward ferociously, his waist knife held high.

Thud!

With the sickening sound of metal piercing flesh, Hawthorn was impaled and pinned to the ground.

"This is for the first spear thrust into my father!"

He withdrew the blade, raised it high once more, and plunged it down with brutal force!

The blade sliced through his lower back and buried itself in the ground again.

Thud!

A shrill howl erupted as Hawthorn’s convulsing upper body stiffened, yet remained firmly impaled by the young boy.

"This is for the second spear, you Red Stone vermin!"

In that moment, Enoch unleashed all the agony and trauma inflicted upon his father onto the perpetrator.

Had it not been for the sudden appearance of this elder brother,

his father would undoubtedly have perished.

He himself would surely have met the same fate.

Therefore, this is a feud to the death!

...

The screams persisted for a full minute.

Finally, Enoch drove his blade into the opponent’s heart, shouting towards the heavens in a cathartic release.

At this juncture, Mu Fan was already carrying Beardsley over one shoulder.

The burly, middle-aged man was now unconscious, but his breathing had stabilized.

"Your father’s healing capabilities are remarkable; he merely requires a period of rest and recuperation."

Mu Fan looked at the young boy whose eyes conveyed unwavering resolution, his tone inexplicably reassuring.

Enoch gazed at Mu Fan, a complex mixture of gratitude and apprehension swirling within him.

He perceived the sincerity in Mu Fan's words, yet the memory of nineteen individuals being instantly slain made him hesitant to fully let his guard down.

When they were two meters apart, Enoch stood tall.

Hmm?

Mu Fan gave him a questioning glance.

The dark-skinned, stout boy immediately dropped to his knees, bowing his head deeply into the dusty ground.

"Thank you, you are Enoch's benefactor!"

"Get up, let's go," Mu Fan said, his tone uncharacteristically light.

Enoch effortlessly hoisted two large sacks of salt and slung a Dark Gold Short Stick across his back.

The short stick didn't appear particularly long...

Yet, its weight was surprising.

Although Mu Fan had conveyed ample goodwill, and he was deeply grateful to this older brother figure, Enoch knew he had to uphold his word.

He felt a measure of relief as he kept watch over his own weapon.

Even though...

It seemed nearly useless.

Enoch's spirits were dramatically lifted compared to mere minutes prior; everything he saw now brought him joy.

His father was alive, and the precious salt had not been lost.

"Well, what about those people from the Red Stone Tribe?"

"Does your tribe have a custom for dealing with bodies after a conflict?" Mu Fan inquired in return.

"Only within the village; outside, the grassland creatures naturally take care of them."

"I do the same," Mu Fan responded fittingly, leaving Enoch momentarily stunned, after which he clenched his fist tightly.

"Alright, leave them here for the grassland creatures; let the Red Stone scum remember this pain!"

The two figures walked one after another through the tall grass.

The night breeze carried an earthy fragrance that inexplicably soothed Mu Fan.

"We need to cross the river ahead, and soon after, you'll reach the village's hunting grounds. Stay close to me; the river currents here are strong."

Just as Enoch turned to offer a friendly warning, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from a nearby location.

"Roar!~~~"

The powerful blast of air caused even his body to stagger.

The chubby boy instinctively drew his waist knife and spun around.

Then, as if ensnared by magic, he froze on the spot, the waist knife held high now rigid in mid-air.

"Star, Star, Star Beast... Big Brother, we've run into a Star Beast."

Stammering, Enoch tilted his head back to face the colossal dragon, its body shimmering with a metallic sheen.

At that very moment, the dragon's head lowered, its wide, unblinking eyes fixed upon him.

Enoch experienced a wave of despair far exceeding his encounter with the Red Stone Tribe's guards.

Such a colossal Star Beast...

It was likely only Brother Alva and Uncle Isaiah who could stand against it.

The stout boy's face turned ashen pale as he whirled around and yelled with all his might, "Run!"