Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1575 - 91: We’re Done Talking

Horror-stricken, the crowd gazed upwards at the night sky.

A colossal dragon silhouette streaked across the darkness, the mournful cry of a giant rhinoceros lingering as it slammed heavily against its mate.

The two behemoth rhinos crashed together, a tangible shockwave rippling through the atmosphere.

"Howl!!"

Evil Wing’s roar of excitement was almost manic, finding the act of dominating the weak utterly intoxicating.

It was the most fulfilling moment the dragon had experienced in days.

As it wheeled and ascended, Evil Wing cast a look at the fallen rhinos, its wings beating with exhilaration.

The two overturned rhinos lay whimpering, piled atop each other, momentarily incapacitated.

"Howl~~Roar!"

Diving once more, Evil Wing opened its maw, a primal urge to unleash its Roaring Flame Bomb surfacing, yet only a puff of black smoke emerged, morphing into a thunderous bellow.

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Evil Wing’s immense draconic eyes, but it swiftly regained composure, noting the palpable fear its presence instilled in the colossal beasts.

Particularly after witnessing their two companions stacked and groaning, the remaining five Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses faltered in their relentless charge.

Then, the White-armored Warriors, poised for engagement, watched in stunned disbelief as the immense rhinos abruptly halted at the edge of the dense vegetation.

The five rhinos formed a protective circle around their downed comrades, nudging them upright with their powerful heads.

All the rhinos then raised their heads in unison, directing their gazes toward the colossal, swirling silhouette in the night sky.

"Moo~"

"Ang~"

The sounds conveyed an unmistakable tone of subservience and appeasement.

To the crowd’s utter astonishment, the rhinos then turned, galloping away into the expansive grassland.

The two rhinos that had been flung, perhaps intentionally, stumbled heavily near Edgewood’s prone form.

One even turned its massive head to cast a glance.

Under Edgewood’s desperate, furious gaze, the seven rhinos...

Bravely beat a hasty retreat.

Poof!

At that precise moment, his already strained chest could bear no more. A tickle erupted in his throat, and Edgewood instantly expelled a mist of blood.

Damn these beasts!

How could he have possibly summoned such craven creatures?

His vision began to swim. His only wish now was to rise immediately and impale those rhinos one by one with a spear.

No, he had to escape. Now.

The White Armor Tribe had already ripped off his mask; he absolutely had to survive and relay the news.

He could not perish here.

With this thought, Edgewood forced himself to endure the gnawing pain in his bones, straining to prop himself up with a trembling arm.

"Roar!"

Just then, a blast of air, thick with sand and mud, struck his face. Evil Wing skimmed low, its fierce eyes locking onto Edgewood’s with disdain before soaring back into the heavens.

The resource depletion on this planet was far too significant.

Evil Wing found no further enjoyment in lingering in the night sky; it was better to return to its slumber and digest the crystal stone.

Evil Wing departed, but its passage imprinted a profound shadow and deep shock upon the fallen Edgewood.

The immense, almost suffocating form was entirely metallic!

The fragments of dragon scales, shimmering with a metallic sheen, were clearly discernible at such close proximity.

What kind of creature was this?

A newly discovered Star Desolate Beast?

It seemed utterly uninterested in him.

That was, fortunately, a blessing…

Edgewood felt a surge of relief, utterly disregarding the mud smeared across his face, gritting his teeth and attempting to rise.

As long as he could escape… as long as he could achieve his escape…

While muttering words of encouragement to himself, a subtle shift in the air current gently brushed against his face.

Hmm?

Edgewood’s focus snapped back, his pupils contracting instantly to pinpricks.

A figure clad in dark gold armor stood silently before him.

The facial armor retracted, unveiling a visage that was both youthful and hardened by experience.

A calm voice permeated the rustling reeds, "I have come to end your life..."

The words, imbued with an aura of death, were spoken. Edgewood’s eyes widened immediately, infinite fear blooming within him.

His opponent had precisely echoed the words he himself had uttered with triumphant laughter from the eagle’s back.

"...So what?"

A foot lifted into his field of vision, rapidly expanding to an overwhelming size.

With a dull thud.

Edgewood, who had just managed to push himself up but had not yet uttered a sound, was forcefully stomped back into the mud.

This foot…

His ribs fractured.

The searing pain compelled an instinctive scream.

But the foot remained planted firmly on his chest, crushing any hope of drawing breath.

His face began to flush a deep red in his oxygen-deprived state.

The more Edgewood struggled, the more intense the agony in his chest became, making respiration even more arduous.

"Don't... kill... me..."

His face crimson, the desperate instinct for survival finally forced out these four words amidst Edgewood’s futile struggles.

Sounds of rustling leaves emanated from the dense brush nearby as the warriors of the White Armor Tribe began to converge, their gazes fixed with profound respect upon the imposing figure whose foot rested upon the fallen Edgewood.

This individual possessed the might to summon colossal flying beasts and the strength to single-handedly vanquish Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceroses.

Such overwhelming power meant that the dominance and ferocity on display were not only appropriate but actually amplified the admiration felt in their hearts.

Under the vast expanse of the starlit sky, it is the powerful who command the deepest reverence.

Mu Fan's eyelids lowered, his gaze devoid of emotion as he looked down at Edgewood. Slowly, he raised his left hand.

"Unfortunately, our conversation has already concluded."

An overwhelming sense of impending doom washed over Edgewood.

"No!"

The Ghost Energy Light Blade was retracted subtly. The weighty Dark Gold Short Stick began to spin lazily in Mu Fan’s grasp before being brought down with immense force!

Bang—Boom!

The club struck Edgewood’s chest with devastating impact, shattering every bone and causing his body to contort like a shrimp. Cracks instantly webbed across the ground beneath them.

Edgewood’s form was driven into the earth at an unnatural angle, his life force rapidly ebbing away, his mouth frozen in a silent plea.

A gentle, moist breeze swept across the plains, caressing the faces of all present.

The warriors of the White Armor Clan adopted solemn expressions before simultaneously striking the ground with their feet and bringing their palms to clap against their shoulders.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

Their calls, initially soft, grew in volume until they coalesced into a powerful wave of sound.

This was the White Armor Tribe's solemn tribute to a fallen warrior.

With Edgewood's demise, all events that transpired here would be permanently buried and sealed.

The White Armor Tribe had finally transitioned from a position of passivity to one of proactive initiative!

"Mighty one from afar, this region beneath the stars is the sacred territory of the White Armor Tribe. May I inquire as to your distinguished name?"

The warriors clad in white armor parted, revealing a tall, robust, and exceptionally masculine figure advancing towards Mu Fan’s rear.

Alva’s voice resonated with genuine respect for a fellow warrior.

Setting aside any considerations of personal gain, this was pure admiration between men.

Placing his right hand over his chest, he gently raised it, and his entire suit of armor receded like an incoming tide, vanishing without a trace.

Mu Fan turned, his calm gaze meeting the eyes of the man behind him.