Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1610 - 126: The Battle Begins (4th Update)

Especially after being watched by those eyes tinged with a faint red, it felt even colder all over.

"He went to contact the Black Water Clan and the Green Teeth Clan, and today should be the day he returns."

Upon hearing the report from the person beside him, Basil Laco lowered his eyelids and remained silent, but the servant responding nearby was filled with anxiety and fear.

The mood of those in power is unpredictable.

This reflects the feelings of the person responding at this moment.

Heaven knows why the clan leader suddenly started paying attention to his eldest son.

Moreover, the most crucial thing is, the Young Clan Chief Izewende, whose personality has started to change, is fearfully gloomy, even more intimidating than the clan leader in their hearts.

"Black Water... Green Teeth..."

Fingers rhythmically tapped on the armrest of the bone throne, and Basil Laco slowly stood up.

With a height of 2 meters, his figure was noticeably more burly than those around him, but he was far less impressive than the White Armor Clan.

A heavy black cloak covered his entire body, his slender scarlet eyes narrowed, calmly watching ahead.

At the end of his gaze, there was a vast sea of torches.

Using a bull’s knife to kill a chicken.

"Sol, do you think he is still my Basil Laco’s offspring...?"

The clan leader of the Red Stone Clan suddenly said something so inexplicable that it immediately brought a look of fear to the face of a middle-aged man in a red robe standing nearby.

"He is, of course, the heir of your noble blood. After all, the fledgling eaglet is destined to leave the wings of the mighty eagle. In my view, the Young Clan Chief is showing signs of soon soaring into the sky."

Upon hearing this response, a faint smile finally appeared on Basil’s indifferent face, but that smile quickly disappeared, so brief that no one could see it.

"But now I can’t even understand this offspring’s actions."

The faint self-talk echoed around, and the red-robed man named Sol bent his waist even lower, hurriedly replying, "Your wisdom is vast as the stars, and I’m too dull to fathom your and the Young Clan Chief’s behavior."

"He is trying to prove something to me... But I, Basil Laco, am still in this position, and he’s already growing impatient?"

Hearing this, Sol looked up in astonishment, wondering if the clan leader was beginning to feel discontent with the Young Clan Chief?

Basil Laco lowered his head to glance at his side, and that hawk-like gaze instantly caused a fine sweat to bead Sol’s forehead.

Suddenly, Basil burst into laughter, instantly dispelling the oppressive air previously shrouding the atmosphere.

"What are you worried about? I’m just thinking, since this is the case, if what he wants isn’t completed, I, this not yet old eagle, should clear the obstacles for him once more."

"The White Armor Clan, those barbaric bulls on the prairie, really don’t know how high the heavens are."

His voice turned cold, and the brief show of kindness and warmth from Basil vanished, replaced by a ruthless intent to kill.

"The Four Great Beast Control Elders are not here, so let their offspring fight this first battle. Pass the order, Sol."

After a light command, Basil Laco calmly sat back down.

The heavy cloak enveloped his entire body, the edges of black feathers covering his face, making his expression unreadable.

Sol breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart; he wouldn’t be so naïve as to believe Basil Laco’s earlier words.

On the prairie, the strong have always been king.

Therefore, for most tribes, each transfer of power is accompanied by bloodshed.

Even between biological father and son, it’s the same!

Clearly, the clan leader has developed a sense of apprehension towards the Young Clan Chief.

This attack on the White Armor Clan is obviously a declaration and warning regarding the Young Clan Chief Izewende’s previous actions.

At least for now, the Red Stone Clan is still Basil Laco’s Red Stone Clan.

This time, the clan leader personally oversees the battle, and two of the Red Stone Clan’s three main combat divisions have been deployed.

Over ten thousand main battle forces!

Compared to the pitiful number of warriors in the White Armor Clan.

The Red Stone Clan could drown them completely even with a human wave attack.

Previously, they hadn’t been so ostentatious, just weighing the positives and negatives of the situation.

Now, the Young Clan Chief’s failed maneuvers clearly provided Basil Laco with a reason to go to war.

[The mighty eagle has not yet grown old...]

With a sigh in his heart, Sol dispelled all other thoughts and took the sheep conch horn hanging from his waist.

"Woo~~~"

A mournful horn sounded.

Its deep and powerful sound penetrated thousands of meters beyond.

Three thousand meters in front of the White Armor Tribe.

A middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead and draped in a red cloak suddenly looked up, raising his arm.

Whoosh.

A shadowy figure flashed across the sky.

A palm-sized red slate carved with a Blue Eagle totem fell into his palm.

[Clan Leader Token]!

"The order from Lord Basil."

The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead glanced at his side, his eyes beginning to show a fierce glint.

"The time has come for our Red Stone Beast Control lineage to avenge our shame!"

The cold voice sounded, and the fierce light appeared in the eyes of seven other middle-aged men of similar age.

"Summon the rest of the Black Wood Cannon Beasts!"

The eight placed their bone-ringed forefingers on their lips simultaneously.

A sharp, strange tone began to rise.

The land before them abruptly swelled, and muffled booms emerged.

One, two...

A total of twelve lizard-like Black Wood Cannon Beasts emerged from the ground.

These were the last remaining strategic weapons of the Red Stone Clan.

If not for the deaths of the Four Great Beast Control Elders, even the Red Stone Clan wouldn’t have known their tribe had so many terrifying Black Wood Cannon Beasts.

The whistling sound continued to rise, and these bulky, bloated creatures unwillingly twisted their forms, aligning their raised backs toward the front.

"Everyone, do not act rashly."

"When the White Armor Clan’s muscle-brained fools charge, let the Black Wood Cannon Beasts attack."

"Spread out the formation."

The Red Stone Clan warriors had their unique way of transmitting information.

Within just over ten seconds, the sea of torches merged into one suddenly parted to both sides.

From an aerial view, one could easily discern a large fan shape.

A fan-shaped position deliberately cleared for the Black Wood Cannon Beasts.

"Control the distance."

"Those foolish barbaric bulls are charging here."

"Hahaha, is that all there is?"

The vanguard captains exchanged glances, their faces showing vicious smiles.

In previous smaller skirmishes, they admitted they couldn’t beat the White Armor Clan, but now?

The Red Stone Clan directly deployed two main force regiments.

The Udan Spear and the Red Stone Spear Corps!

The middle-aged man with three claw marks on his forehead also saw this scene, narrowing his eyes, continuously adjusting the frequency of the whistle.

Those Black Wood Cannon Beasts also began to change their positions with their whistle.

They might not have the level of the Four Great Elders, but eight controlling twelve cannon beasts is enough!

When the opponents enter the sight range of the Black Wood Cannon Beasts, they can attack.

With dense grass cover, those White Armor Clan members, who only knew brute strength, had no idea of the attack methods on their side.