Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1585 - 101: Wind Collector

Mu Fan, sensing the eyes of everyone upon him, gave a slight nod.

This simple gesture held an unexpected conviction.

However, Mu Fan's initial words caught everyone off guard.

"May I examine your weapon first?"

Mu Fan's gaze drifted to Alva's hip. The peculiar nature of these weapons had occupied his thoughts since their encounter.

A shield that could repeatedly deflect the thrusts of a Curved Light Scythe Blade was virtually unheard of among individual combat gear.

Within the Galaxy Federation, he could easily breach enemy defenses clad in heavy exoskeleton armor.

Yet, on this world, that bone shield, seemingly mottled with spots, had consistently repelled his attacks.

"Are you referring to my Bone Gold Shield?"

Upon receiving Mu Fan's confirmation, Alva unfastened the shield and passed it over.

"This is a unique artifact of our White Armor Clan. Yet, my shield, capable of withstanding the charge of a colossal rhino, barely held against your assault. Your own weapon is quite strange!"

Alva recalled the battle with a touch of bitterness.

Mu Fan took hold of the bone shield.

Its weight felt significantly greater than ordinary bone, yet it was considerably lighter than steel.

He inspected the shield's surface, densely covered in crisscrossing marks, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

His right palm gently swept across the shield.

Initially, the rough texture conveyed a sense of ruggedness.

But as his hand continued its movement, a subtle coolness began to emanate.

Mu Fan withdrew his hand, observing the shield's surface – a mosaic of shimmering silver, dark gold, varying iridescence, and speckled patterns.

He was certain it was composed of metal.

Furthermore, as he had intentionally brushed his wrist against the shield's spots,

his wristwatch vibrated three times in succession.

This typically indicated Black's state of agitation.

"Your shield possesses a hardness beyond expectation, coupled with passive energy absorption and active release capabilities. I observed earlier that once you parry an attack, the force of the impact dissipates instantly."

"I had long suspected that the material of this shield was the key."

Mu Fan mused, continuing to stroke the shield.

"Indeed, it is what has made our White-armored Warriors renowned across the plains. Bone Gold Weapons are a divine gift to our warriors."

Alva drew his battle axe, his fingers caressing its edge tenderly.

Dense metallic spots were clearly visible on the axe head, concentrated along the blade.

These spots did not diminish the axe's sharpness; instead, they imparted an indescribable frigidity to the blade...

an indescribable chill!

This material ingeniously combined properties of lightness, sharpness, and energy absorption – characteristics that should not coexist.

The resulting sensation was remarkable, even to Mu Fan.

"Bone Gold... Is that the name of this material?"

Mu Fan murmured, then looked up at Alva, "If the warriors of the White Armor Tribe were all equipped with such weapons, and considering your combat prowess..."

"How could they possibly lose?"

Hearing Mu Fan's question, Lance and the others exchanged glances, sighing with resignation.

"Certainly, if all our weapons were Bone Gold, our White Armor Tribe would not be in this predicament."

Alva let out a soft sigh, a rare, wry smile touching his lips.

"Bone Gold... Bone Gold... It signifies mineral veins rich with countless bones..."

Nearly half of the onlookers wore expressions of profound sorrow.

Through Alva's patient explanation, Mu Fan finally grasped the origin of these extraordinary weapons!

The shimmering metallic spots originated from a mineral known as "Black Gold," the acquisition of which demanded a price paid in human lives.

As for the bones used for weapon molds, they came from a place called the "Burial Ground."

These locations were completely unknown to Wang Nuonuo beside him.

"Black Gold... Burial Ground..."

Hearing the young woman's soft repetition, Alva, his gaze filled with undimmed admiration, turned to her. "Both are exceedingly perilous regions. "Black Gold" requires the efforts of Wind Collectors, while venturing into the Burial Ground personally is necessary. Even I only possess about seventy percent confidence in returning alive."

"This is a closely guarded secret of the White Armor Clan. However, for our two esteemed guests, particularly Miss Nuonuo, it need not remain a secret."

"Therefore, I shall escort you to witness it firsthand, and you will understand."

Perceiving the lingering confusion in their eyes, Alva ceased speaking and simply called out, "Norbert, summon a Wind Collector."

"Miss Nuonuo, please remain within the tribe, as the journey to collect "Black Gold" is fraught with extreme hardship."

Upon hearing Alva's advisement, Wang Nuonuo halted and looked towards Mu Fan: "I will await your return."

"Very well."

A remarkably slight young man stepped forward.

Nuonuo's eyes widened as she recognized the slender youth as Bloer.

His silent demeanor and delicate appearance stood in stark contrast to the other warriors of the White Armor Tribe.

At times, Nuonuo would observe Bloer departing with a hoe in hand.For a while, she mistook him for a wanderer who had found refuge with the tribe.However, she was truly unaware...That Bloer was, in fact, a 'Wind Collector,' as they were known.Upon noticing the multitude of individuals inside the vast tent, Bloer's dark eyes blinked, and he remained quiet."Is everyone alright?" Alva inquired."Yes.""How is Klay's recovery progressing?"Bloer paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, "In another three months, he should be able to stand at sunset.""Today is the day we gather 'Black Gold'; Bloer, you will guide us. Brother Mu Fan is not an outsider, after all."Bloer's dark gaze held for several seconds before he nodded once more.Then, this slender youth, who barely surpassed 160 centimeters in height, turned and exited the tent."Let's proceed."Alva extended the invitation to Mu Fan......."A Wind Collector must not be too tall; they need to be exceptionally strong and agile, at least matching my own capabilities.""Bloer belongs to the Wind Clan; they are the most elusive people found on this vast prairie."After a swift exit from the tribe, the group immediately ventured into the deep canyon situated adjacent to their settlement!The vegetation beneath their feet blurred as they moved, and while Mu Fan listened to Alva's explanations, his surprised eyes were drawn to the delicate figure moving swiftly ahead.His movements were utterly silent.With every stride and every action, he was remarkably quick.As he tread upon the flattened blades of grass, not a single sound was made.No matter how rapidly the others progressed, he consistently maintained a lead of three meters in front of the entire group."They are companions to the White Armor Tribe, but due to their unique living circumstances and the persistent invasions by beast tides, their population is less than a tenth of that of the White Armor Tribe...""The people of the Wind Clan possess the ability to dance upon the winds.""Should one wish to collect 'Black Gold,' the presence of Wind Collectors is absolutely essential!"