Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1590 - 106: Burial Ground (Fifth Update)

Izewende's expression slowly normalized, the gash on his mouth sealing itself, returning him to that sinister visage. He gazed down at the fallen body, a chuckle escaping his lips. "You were correct. How could I possibly be one of your kind? A native." He stepped over the corpse and exited the hall, hands clasped behind his back.

Two samurai, spears in hand, bowed simultaneously, the salute offered as, "Young Clan Chief."

"Jie lie abandoned the clansmen and escaped back on his own; he has been executed. Go in and clean up the corpse, scrub the bloodstains clean for me; no coward’s blood is allowed in my hall," Izewende commanded coldly, his gaze sweeping over them with an air of arrogance.

"Yes, Young Clan Chief." The two guards promptly entered the hall to handle the cleanup.

Izewende tilted his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked towards the perpetually dark night sky. A cold smile played at the corners of his mouth, and with this slight curve of his lips, he leisurely departed.

As for the reports he had overheard within the tent, the demise of numerous individuals, even the Disguiser Edgewood, stirred no anger or sorrow within his heart. He felt only disdain for these insignificant beings.

The reason was simple: he was not Izewende...

Rather, he was living comfortably under Izewende's name and within his very body.

The true Young Clan Chief of the Red Stone Clan, Izewende, that weak, tyrannical, and debauched individual, had been completely supplanted by him two years prior.

He, a dignified Saint Luo High-purity Personage, had undergone a complete, 100% parasitism of a feeble native's useless husk—a period of utter humiliation he could never wash away.

Nevertheless, this vessel possessed a unique standing on this perilous Barbaric Ascension Star.

This was his singular ambition.

"Someone from beyond the sky... my chance to escape this damned planet lies with you. So, can you run away? Hmph."

Izewende proceeded coldly towards his chambers, disregarding the bows and greetings extended by everyone he passed along the way.

These lowly natives were not entirely barbaric; at least they understood basic courtesy.

"Contact the six elders, prepare to convene a meeting."

Just as he reached the entrance to his room, Izewende turned and casually ordered a tall woman who trembled with fear. He pinched her delicate, smooth skin lightly, a hint of cunning revealed in the gesture.

The woman, overcome with terror, quickly knelt on the ground. "Yes, Young Clan Chief."

"Hahaha, come over in the evening to serve me."

Izewende burst into hearty laughter as he entered his private quarters.

His mood was not even remotely dampened.

The one who perished was not a clansman of his, a Saint Luo High-purity people.

Having fortuitously parasitized this so-called Young Clan Chief, he was still able to revel in imperial treatment.

Naturally, his disposition was excellent.

"By the way, notify the Elder Council of the Black Water Clan to attend the meeting."

The woman, clad in beast hide, her figure curvaceous, had just cautiously lifted her head to ascertain if Izewende had departed when she heard these words. Her body gave a shudder born of fear.

She hurriedly responded in affirmation.

Izewende was nothing short of a nightmare residing in her heart.

He was also a nightmare for all the young women and wives within the Red Stone tribe!

Since his personality had drastically shifted over the past two years, he had not only ceased his foolishness but had become considerably more sinister and cruel.

She could only hope and pray that she wouldn't make any blunders that would draw his attention.

Black Water Clan.

Yes, she had to notify the Elder Council of the Black Water Clan.

With a sorrowful gaze, this woman hurried away, her head bowed.

......Thud!

As Alva landed with a thud, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was faintly heard from ahead.

His expression immediately soured.

The number "244" he had just uttered felt hollow.

Because a figure was slowly rising from the front, a clear voice chiming out, "249."

Mu Fan stood up from the corpse of a Cloud Leopard, bisected cleanly, a grin on his face. He then added lightly, "There are none left, perhaps you should go back and hunt a few more?"

Pfft!

Uncontrollable laughter erupted from behind him.

Alva turned with a stern visage to look back, and several White Armor Clan warriors immediately adopted serious expressions, indicating they were definitely not laughing.

"If I’m inferior, I’m inferior, I, Alva, can afford to lose!" Alva declared, his face projecting an image of solemn magnanimity, though it lasted mere seconds before he couldn't resist adding, "Next time, we’ll find a place where we can truly fight. What kind of pathetic path is this? After eliminating over two hundred Star Beasts, there are none remaining."

Bloer of the Wind Clan pursed his lips, inclined to explain that the chosen route had been approved by Alva himself.

It was considered the most direct and swiftest path to reach the deepest parts of the Burial Ground.

However, just as Bloer began to speak, two other burly men from the White Armor Clan firmly restrained him, one hastily covering his mouth.

The group vigorously shook their heads, their eyes pleading, signaling for Bloer to remain silent.

Only when Bloer finally agreed to keep quiet was he released from their grip.

The burly men from the White Armor Clan exchanged glances, a wave of relief washing over them.

Alva valued his reputation immensely, especially when facing a romantic rival; losing face would be worse than death for him.

Witnessing Alva’s commendable resolve, Mu Fan couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, we’ll continue this another time. Are we nearly there yet?"

Following Mu Fan’s line of sight, colossal skeletal remains, towering five to ten stories high, were scattered everywhere.

This was unmistakably a White Bone Graveyard.

Merely looking at these gigantic bones, one could easily imagine the former majesty of these Star Beasts in their prime.

Alva stood upon a shard of fractured rock, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air, "The scent here isn't overwhelmingly strong. Few Star Beasts have arrived recently, so let's proceed quickly and try not to awaken any slumbering giants."

During a Beast Tide, certain King Beasts would occasionally seek refuge here in their final moments for reasons unknown, eventually perishing.

With Alva taking the lead, Mu Fan followed closely behind, while the White-armored Warriors flanked Bloer of the Wind Clan at the rear.

This assembled team began their trek through the corridor of white bones.

As they ventured deeper, Mu Fan’s initially rapid heartbeat gradually calmed, and he even perceived a subtle coolness enveloping him.

"Mu Fan, there appears to be some kind of peculiar force field present."

Black’s voice, soft and clear, resonated within Mu Fan’s mind.

Mu Fan clicked his teeth once, acknowledging his understanding.

Under the influence of this invigorating sensation, Mu Fan sensed his normally tranquil Ghost Energy stirring within his heart.

Could this possibly be some form of…

Life Force Field?

The group's footsteps crunched on the fragmented bones, producing a series of squeaky sounds.

"What is it? Are you detecting any changes in your body?" Alva’s voice suddenly called out from ahead.

"Yes, there’s an incredibly comforting aura," Mu Fan responded truthfully.

"We theorize this might be a natural healing site. However, some Star Beasts are too grievously wounded to recover on their own and perish here, forming a burial ground over time."

"Those beasts possess an intuition far keener than our own."

"We have arrived."

Alva’s steps came to an abrupt halt.