Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1565 - 81: So Close Yet So Far

Precisely outside the White Armor Village, at the very location where the beast tide had erupted a fortnight prior, a colossal tent now stood erected.

Fifty meters behind this imposing structure, two dozen Red Stone Crossbowmen and thirty Udan Spearmen, their faces artfully painted, maintained a posture of keen vigilance.

Beside them were twenty warriors, distinguished by their brown hair and the black vine sticks they wielded, adorned in Fish Skin Armor. These were the formidable guards of the Black Water Clan.

Upon observing these twenty guards belonging to the Black Water Clan, Alva opted not to make a hasty move.

A stark contrast to mere days ago, Alva now bore seven or eight scabbed claw marks upon his person. His once unruly long hair was now neatly tied back, lending him a more savage appearance.

These past two days, having temporarily assumed command of the tribe's war efforts from Clan Leader Isaiah, had profoundly accelerated Alva's growth.

When enemies cross paths, their eyes often blaze with intensified fury.

"Red Stone Clan, you dare return... Where is that mongrel Basham! Have him come out and face his demise!" Alva, gripping a shield in his left hand and a Meteorite Gold Battle Axe in his right, advanced fiercely towards the grand tent, his eyes now obscured by a maze of deep red blood vessels.

Standing before the tent were an elder, his long beard flowing, clad in a red robe, and a middle-aged man garbed in black fish skin attire. They stood shoulder to shoulder.

Positioned behind them, seventy robust and sturdy White-armored Warriors fixed their gaze forward, their expressions etched with animosity. However, under Alva's explicit command, they remained steadfastly in place, not advancing a single step.

"Mighty Alva of the White Armor Clan, Basham's blunders have rendered him thoroughly inadequate, thus he is naturally unfit to be present. Furthermore, our esteemed Young Clan Chief Izewende harbors considerable displeasure regarding Basham's incompetence," the elder in the red robe articulated with a smile, the wrinkles on his face resembling dried tree bark.

"Is that all you have to say! Leading your forces to assault the White Armor Tribe is an offense that cries out for blood vengeance." Alva halted ten meters from the tent, his eagle-like, bright eyes piercingly fixed upon his opponents. "Elder of the Black Water Clan, do you too seek to become an adversary of the White Armor Clan?"

"I am Kemmler of the Black Water Clan. Honorable warrior of the White Armor Clan, the Black Water Clan harbors no intention of becoming your enemy. Today, I have been graciously invited as a mediator. By the established customs of the prairie, Hunters beneath the Star are permitted to share the same tent." Kemmler offered a slight bow.

"This is a blood feud. Elder Kemmler, if you choose to withdraw now, I shall spare your life!" Alva's voice dripped with icy resolve, his inner rage becoming increasingly difficult to contain as he gradually raised his formidable battle axe.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly escalated to a point of extreme tension.

"These are the established rules of the prairie. Should you initiate a massacre within a peaceful tent, the entire tribe will face the scorn of all. Alva, what blinding hatred consumes you?" Kemmler inquired calmly, clad in his Fish Skin Armor. "Moreover, I wish to converse with your Clan Leader, Isaiah, a hero honored beneath the Firmament."

The very moment this inquiry was posed, Elder Edgeworth, standing beside him in his red robe, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Alva's chest heaved with great exertion, and his entire imposing aura momentarily faltered.

"You!"

The battle axe was fully raised, and he directed an enraged glare at Kemmler of the Black Water Clan.

"Respected warrior Alva, while your aura instills a sense of unease within me, I am nonetheless fulfilling my duty as a Mediator." Kemmler, seemingly unfazed, bent slightly.

"Should Clan Leader Isaiah express a similar sentiment, the Black Water Clan will completely withdraw from this mediation."

Upon hearing this, Alva's aura surprisingly subsided, his sharp features settling into an expression of cool indifference.

"Today, I, Alva, hold the authority to make decisions here."

"Then what of Clan Leader Isaiah?" Edgeworth inquired, his eyes narrowed as he cast a glance at the battle axe held firmly in Alva's hand, a flicker of derision momentarily dancing within his pupils.

"The Clan Leader may very well arrive and find himself compelled to butcher all of you."

"To meet my end beneath Clan Leader Isaiah's Heavy Hammer would indeed be an honor, hahaha, let us confront each other directly." With Elder Edgeworth of the Red Stone Clan's unrestrained laughter echoing, an ever-increasing number of White Armor clansmen converged outside the village, their gazes alight with profound hatred towards the opposing contingent.

The demeanor exhibited by the Red Stone Clan delegation struck them as nothing short of victorious arrogance and outright provocation.

"What if I were to indeed crush your skull with a single hammer blow, Edgeworth!"

A voice, resonant and powerful like a lion's roar, emanated from behind them. At this precise moment, every single White Armor clansman turned their heads to look.

There stood their Clan Leader, adorned in a battle robe fashioned from beast hide, proceeding purposefully towards them.

Walking beside him was a maiden of delicate build.

For a brief instant, everyone present was struck with a moment of stunned silence, which then erupted into joyous elation.

"Clan Leader!"

"Uncle Isaiah."

"Goddess!"

"Teacher Wang."

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Amidst the ensuing cacophony of voices, Edgeworth's face momentarily froze but quickly recomposed into a broad, welcoming smile.

"It is a profound honor to receive a personal greeting from Clan Leader Isaiah."