Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1599 - 115: Black Wood Cannon Beast

At that moment, Mu Fan felt a faint pain in his forehead.

His eyes instantly locked onto midair.

"Evil Wing, evade!"

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Evil Wing’s massive body trembled heavily.

Awooo!

A piercing howl exploded in the sky.

Like a heavy bomber dive, Evil Wing felt a sudden blow to its abdomen.

The momentum built from its gigantic body suddenly came to a halt.

It was certain, it had been hit by artillery.

It hadn’t pierced through its armor, but the pain and force were unmistakable...

If it didn’t evade, having its armor pierced through was only a matter of time.

With angry dragon eyes looking down, it saw several massive "Pangolins" on the hillside all staring at it, each one carrying a dark "Big Cannon" on its back!

All of the "muzzles" were emitting wisps of white smoke.

In the wave of earth thrown up, these creatures shook their bodies leisurely, once again... adjusting their direction.

Seeing the giant dragon’s diving momentum suddenly obstructed, the elder in charge of Beast Control displayed a smile on his withered face.

"Did you really think we weren’t prepared? These Black Wood Cannon Beasts are the perfect device against the Beast Tide. Today, let’s see how this creature tastes, truly marvelous... heh heh."

Adjusting the position at the knuckles once more, another rapid whistle sounded.

"You stuffed big fellows, show your anger to the enemy and blast that creature down."

Those large Pangolins, no, more accurately the Black Wood Cannon Beasts, once again seemed like they’d been injected with adrenaline, locking their cruel gaze onto midair, the backs they had just retracted splitting open again.

"Awoo~!!"

Evil Wing saw the dozen or so gigantic Pangolins simultaneously locking their gaze onto itself and was infuriated beyond measure!

But at this moment, Mu Fan gently patted its head.

"Land."

"Awo?" Evil Wing’s furious roar stopped abruptly, a look of confusion in its massive dragon eyes.

"You’re too big a target, rest and recover."

Mu Fan glanced down, just catching the sight of the side of Evil Wing’s abdomen, where there was an obvious concave ring depression.

To blast Evil Wing’s reinforced armor into such a state with one strike, one could imagine the intensity of the attack it had just suffered, definitely beyond an ordinary cannon shot.

Upon hearing Mu Fan’s instructions, Evil Wing whimpered in grievance.

If it weren’t for being restricted in this area, only able to rely on metal muscles for combat, how could it, a dragon among dragons, be injured by such trash attacks.

Awo~~ it really hurts!

The ruthless stares of more than a dozen Black Wood Cannon Beasts were all locked onto midair, their muzzle slightly adjusting angles, waiting for the next volley.

Who would have thought, these seemingly bulky, clumsy creatures were the natural enemies of flying creatures.

The gaze of the Black Wood Cannon Beasts showed a moment of serenity.

Trajectory locked!

Boom!

An astonishing blast erupted again from beneath the hill.

A dozen dark shadows streaked across the sky with long trails of air currents.

In the minds of these natural marksmen creatures, the second volley was sure to hit the target.

For the initial volley had already caused the opponent to inevitably slow down, so...

A hint of bafflement appeared in the walnut-like eyes of the Black Wood Cannon Beasts.

At the moment they simultaneously "fired," the target suddenly made a steep dive!

Completely defying normal sprint logic, it just fell?

So their attack... all missed!

In the rapid descent, Mu Fan and Evil Wing both looked up toward the high sky.

The dozen air currents shot straight into the clouds, not slowing down at all!

Under the faint moonlight, one could even see the clouds above dispersing instantly.

Awo...

Evil Wing let out a weak roar of relief from its throat but quickly became angry again.

It had truly underestimated those fat lizards; if it were on another Planet, with energy reactions and force field defenses, how could it end up in such a situation!!

A single roar of Dragon Flame could vaporize that hill!

Evil Wing gazed hatefully forward, twisting its body fiercely.

This giant dragon, with a wingspan exceeding a hundred meters, performed a remarkably agile 360-degree spiral evasion maneuver mid-fall.

When it rotated to the lowest altitude, Evil Wing’s back was only ten meters from the ground!

The airflow from its enormous body pressed down, creating a long groove in the dense grass.

And at that moment, no one noticed a shadow that almost melded into the night sky, vanishing into the earth instantly!

Flexing its metallic muscles, Evil Wing suddenly sprang up, not even looking back as it... fled over the hill amid the stunned gazes of the crowd.

The wailing whistle stopped instantly.

The elder in charge of Beast Control showed a hint of doubt in his eyes, glancing at his companion.

"It just ran away like that?"

The second elder, who had also been blowing a finger whistle, stopped, meticulously scrutinizing the scene for a few seconds, nodding a bit rigidly.

"It really did run away, that beast turned out to be quite clever, much smarter than those flying Star Beasts we’ve encountered before, realizing that Black Wood Cannon Beasts’ attacks can’t be resisted directly."

"What a waste of our effort." Upon hearing this, a look of disinterest flashed through the elder’s eyes, and he prepared to order the fat Black Wood Cannon Beasts to retreat.

The damp Wind blew through the air.

The distant howls of wolves had weakened significantly after the minor disturbance just now.

The hillside remained relatively quiet, with the remaining two Beast Control elders continuously blowing their bone whistles.

...

"Hmph." Basham, who had just halted a few steps away from the hill, snorted coldly from his nostrils.

What a waste of his time.

That ignorant Star Beast had such little courage, fleeing after just one obstacle.

However...

Basham squinted, discovering a not-so-small secret.

It was that these four old things had fourteen Black Wood Cannon Beasts under their control.

The previous intel stated there were only 7.

Double the amount!

If it weren’t for that dim-witted Star Beast, he wouldn’t have noticed this change.

Truly these stubborn old guys still had some reserves up their sleeve.

Upon this realization, a sinister look flashed across Basham’s face.

These old fools had such a killing device and didn’t send it to him previously, nearly allowing the White Armor Clan to encircle and kill him.

"Damn old fools, once the Young Clan Chief takes power, I’ll strip you of all your assets."

"The Red Stone Clan elders hoarding military strength with ulterior motives."

With these thoughts, Basham suddenly began to resent the Beast Control elders.

Thinking this, Basham’s urgency to return sharply increased.

He planned to accelerate his return to the tribe.

But in this moment, a low restless growl quietly emanated from the lower part of the hill.

It seemed something was unsettling the Black Wood Cannon Beasts.

Basham looked out into the distance again, his hawk-like eyes finding nothing amiss.

"Beasts are just beasts."

After cursing, Basham completely turned around.