Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1562 - 78: White Armor Forbidden Zone

Oh?

It shot out like a cannonball.

Evil Wing's eyes flickered with confusion.

Do I really appear that fearsome?

There must be a valid reason for this.

So, Evil Wing extended a wing, providing a soft landing pad.

Thud!

Enoch's forehead made contact with the yielding nano-metal wing, emitting a dull thud.

Staggering upright, the small, plump boy saw Mu Fan standing still behind him and he immediately panicked.

"Run!" the little chubby boy yelled anxiously.

Mu Fan's face finally broke into a smile.

This little fellow is quite amusing, ready to fight one moment and willing to flee the next without a second thought.

"Alright, Evil Wing, retract your wings."

"Ow~"

With a soft cry, Evil Wing folded its wings and took a few heavy steps, returning to stand beside Mu Fan.

The previously frantic, little chubby boy was utterly bewildered.

"W-what's happening?"

"He's my companion, the giant dragon [Evil Wing]. Rest assured."

The little chubby boy stood with his mouth agape, his eyes gleaming as he gazed at the majestic giant dragon, involuntarily exclaiming, "He's so immensely powerful! And he's your partner, big brother, under the stars..."

Realizing the little chubby boy was complimenting him, Evil Wing's enormous eyes narrowed. It proudly puffed out its chest, appearing even more imposing.

"However, big brother, you can't bring him into our village..." Enoch's hesitant expression conveyed his meaning. With a dragon more formidable than any fierce Star Beast, the matter of whether he brought their weapons was inconsequential.

"He's not very mobile and will wait for me nearby," Mu Fan replied softly, glancing at Evil Wing. "Stay within five hundred meters of Shura's range. If possible, assist Shura with concealment."

"Ow..."

Once spirited, Evil Wing suddenly appeared dejected, letting out a sound and lowering its head. However, it quickly raised its head again, excitement lighting up its features.

It dawned on Evil Wing that if Mu Fan departed, wouldn't that mean greater freedom for itself? Then it could construct a dragon's nest, delightedly consume High Crystal Stones, and enjoy blissful naps – the epitome of a dragon's life!

Within Enoch's line of sight, the Mechanical Giant Dragon suddenly straightened its belly with impressive momentum and began running in long strides towards the back.

Thud, thud, thud...

With a powerful leap, it vanished instantly.

The sequence of events left Enoch staring blankly.

Why did the dragon run so awkwardly, unbefitting its majestic appearance?

Furthermore, why didn't it take flight?

"Alright, let's go."

Mu Fan effortlessly lifted Beardsley, patted Enoch's solid shoulder, and began to walk.

This time, Enoch instinctively matched Mu Fan's pace.

Wait, wasn't he supposed to be the one guiding the way?

Enoch was taken aback; his elder brother's presence somehow instilled an inexplicable sense of confidence.

...

"Why are you helping me? Do you truly know our teacher?" The little chubby boy, burdened with two large sacks of salt, hopped nimbly over several rocks that intermittently emerged from the river.

"I am her family... Tell me about her?"

"Family?"

"Big sister teacher's family? She never spoke of her relatives... No, she always spoke of one person."

With a few swift strides, the little chubby boy reached the riverbank, turning back suddenly. Surprise registered on his face as he stared intently at Mu Fan.

"What is it?"

Mu Fan, leaping along the riverside, his movements as fluid as his shadow, asked curiously.

"Big sister teacher only ever mentioned one person, a towering hero, Brother Mu!"

"Brother Mu had black hair, but you don't. Yet, everything else is so similar... Big sister teacher could talk about Brother Mu's stories for ages," the little chubby boy mumbled, frowning.

Hearing these words, Mu Fan felt a heavy blow strike his heart.

The words felt like a dagger piercing his soul.

Across the vast expanse of the galaxy, my thoughts are with you.

At this precise moment, Mu Fan could vividly imagine Nuonuo quietly gazing at the sky during these recent days.

The burdens meant for him were silently shouldered by Nuonuo without a single complaint.

That pure, golden heart, in another realm, allowed longing to take root and blossom.

Enoch observed the composed elder brother before him, noticing the muscles in his face twitching subtly.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Enoch inquired with concern.

"My surname is Mu, my given name is Mu Fan."

"Thank you..."

Huh?

Upon hearing the raspy, yet exceptionally gentle voice, Enoch's mind became clouded with confusion.

Mu Fan, Mu Fan... isn't that Brother Mu?

No, this cannot be real.

Didn't teacher big sister say she would never see him again in this lifetime?

Just then, the grass about a hundred meters away rustled gently, as if stirred by a passing breeze.

Excited and about to press further with his questions, Enoch felt a hand suddenly grasp his shoulder.

A shadow suddenly fell across his vision.

Mu Fan appeared before Enoch.

"There are fourteen people. Stay behind me and guard your father."

His voice, concise and commanding, cut through the air. Mu Fan gently set Beardsley down, his expression growing steadily colder.

In the very next second, a sharp whistling sound erupted from all directions, as if the air itself was being sliced.

Whoosh—

Whoosh whoosh!

Fourteen Bloodstained Bone Axes, each about an arm's length, whirred through the air before embedding themselves deeply into the earth.

"This is the territory of the White Armor Tribe! Outsiders are forbidden from trespassing!"

A deep booming voice declared, and from the surrounding grass, several burly warriors dressed in animal skins emerged simultaneously, landing with heavy thuds.

"Uncle Lance, I..."

The cheerful exclamation of the young, chubby boy, Enoch, rang out.

"Little Enoch!"

"Beardsley!"

The bearded man leading the group halted in surprise. His gaze immediately fell upon the bloodied Enoch and then upon Beardsley, who lay motionless on the ground.

Instantly, his eyes blazed red, and his breathing became heavy, like that of an enraged bull.

Lance, the burly man, let out a furious roar, grabbed a Bone Axe, and charged forward like a frenzied black bear.

The axe was raised to its apex and then brought down in a crushing blow!

Mu Fan felt a surge of anger at being attacked without even a moment's explanation.

Observing the charging, bear-like figure, his arms suddenly swelled with muscle, appearing as though they had been perfectly flattened and shaped by some immense pressing device, becoming like solid steel ingots.

Six Forms: Iron Stance!

With arms crossed, as unyielding as forged iron, Mu Fan moved forward, not a step back, directly intercepting the aggressive charge.

The Bone Axe and Lance's powerful frame collided with Mu Fan's lean physique in an instant.

Enoch hadn't anticipated that his Uncle Lance would forgo any explanation or second thought and attack immediately.

"Uncle Lance, stop——————!"

As he cried out...

Boom!

The ground beneath the point of impact instantly caved in, and a three-meter wide explosion of soil erupted outwards.

Huh?

Lance's bloodshot eyes widened as he stared ahead.

In that fleeting moment, it felt as if he had swung his Bone Axe into a celestial meteorite; the sheer force of the resistance left his arms numb.

From his perspective, the opponent's calves were deeply embedded in the earth.

Yet, he hadn't budged an inch!

His War Axe was being held completely still by the other man's crossed arms.

The axe blade hung poised directly above the opponent's forehead, utterly incapable of descending further.

Even the formidable warriors of the Red Stone Clan couldn't withstand the force of his powerful downward chop.

On occasion, he had split both man and spear in two!

The scene unfolding before him defied all his expectations.

And it was at this precise moment that those angry, fiery eyes looked up.

"Is it my turn now!?"