Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1613 - 129: Sneak Attack

Is it 76 Isaiahs, or 76 Alvas?

No, without the Chongzhou armor, even they could not possess such brutal and terrifying destructive power.

There’s no need for more words, just this newly formed slaughterhouse, has infinitely magnified their longing for Chongzhou armor deep in their hearts.

Every White-armored Warrior’s eyes turned red.

Battle merits!

Priority to equip armor goes to those with more battle merits.

Their breaths were heavy, they began frantically searching for the scattering enemies.

In the sight of the White Armor Clan, a vast ocean of torches faltered after a brief encounter.

In that instant, first, a deathly silence enveloped the tribe, then cheers erupted, shaking the heavens.

The crowd was excited beyond belief.

They simply couldn’t believe the power of Chongzhou armor.

This is the power they worship!

Barbaric, brutal, tearing everything apart.

That’s right, it’s this feeling, this sense of power supremacy.

Mu Fan and Nuonuo’s repeatedly researched and trial-tested Bone Armor, finally proved its power in a real battle.

That kind of power will undoubtedly change the combat dynamics on this planet.

On a barbaric planet enveloped by Black Storm, there are unique resource advantages.

Capable of perfectly absorbing kinetic energy, capable of nearly lossless energy reserve and release—Bone Gold.

Materials with ultra-high quality and density——Star Beast King Bone.

These materials unique to the White Armor Clan, under the design leadership of Wang Nuonuo, the head of Loki Heavy Industry, finally transformed into the ultimate killing weapon.

"This is just the most basic version..."

"With energy support, with large lathes for processing, the final power of these armors is simply unpredictable."

"This is a weapon that can change the course of localized wars."

"They are truly born warriors."

The girl’s murmured admiration rang in his ear.

When Mu Fan turned his head, he found Nuonuo gazing at him almost worshipfully, "Without you, none of this would be possible."

In the girl’s heart, Mu Fan is always the best.

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...

Ten thousand meters away, atop a massive Mordo Giant Lizard, a tall figure suddenly stood up.

Eyes laced with red veins widened.

Basil was furious!

"What happened to the Vanguard Army!"

"How did our entire four thousand strong Red Stone Vanguard Army collapse in an instant?"

Thunderous furious roar erupted in this realm.

Everyone around looked ahead with fearful gazes.

The magnificent ocean of torches had now become a shattered mess.

"Can anyone tell me what is going on!"

Basil Laco’s self-confidence finally dissipated, his heart was bleeding.

That was a Red Stone corps he once prided himself on.

Yet now it had become a fleeing army in the face of battle.

Moreover, in his vision, those scattered torches began to extinguish one by one.

What does that represent, there’s no need to say.

Each extinguished torch represented a warrior’s death.

The urgent sound of horns continuously sounded, cascading into his ears.

The red glow in Basil’s eyes intensified.

This was a retreat horn that brought him disgrace.

The short horn sound simultaneously communicated the reason for retreat.

"The enemy is unbeatable..."

Chewing on these words, Basil unexpectedly laughed in anger.

Raising his foot, he stomped heavily.

The hard Lizard Armor rippled visibly to the naked eye.

The gigantic Mordo Giant Lizard below stopped crawling, raising its head to let out a mournful cry.

Evidently, that stomp made the huge creature cry out in pain.

"I’m asking you... are you all mute!!"

A voice filled with killing intent blossomed upon the giant lizard’s back, causing everyone to tremble and lower their heads.

"Clan Leader... the Hunting Corps’ raiding forces are nearing the White Armor Tribe."

A middle-aged man standing on the left lowered his head and spoke with difficulty, his brother was in the Vanguard Army.

Their family bore the shame of defeat and fleeing.

"The White Armor Clan must be mobilizing massively to counter our corps, I implore the Clan Leader to await the outcome of the raid—The Hunting Corps will certainly fulfill your will."

The tall figure moved, arms raised, pointing forward.

"When the deserters reach that hill ahead, I want to hear your result."

The icy voice held no emotion.

This middle-aged man bowed deeply, "Certainly!"

...

...

Within the White Armor Tribe, it was now a sea of cheers.

Heroes fought at the forefront, achieving glorious victory.

The rest were naturally proud of the warriors.

The repressed mood could finally be released.

meters east of the tribe.

Whoosh!

A short arrow sound flashed amidst the cheers.

Lance turned sharply, his eyes instantly turning blood red.

"Mo!"

A boy with a childish face widened his eyes, looking blankly at the sky, clutching his neck with his right hand, mouth gasping but unable to utter a word... collapsing heavily.

"A———Mo!"

A shrill howl and a series of piercing arrow sounds resounded simultaneously.

With a Bone Shield on his back, Lance only felt a moment of dense impact behind him, and instant searing pain in his right arm.

Three sounds of bodies falling echoed in his ears consecutively.

Their patrol team had only seven members in total.

Now, four were lost in an instant!

The remaining three were seriously injured.

Lance’s eyes turned instantly blood-red.

He knew now there were enemies at the west side of the tribe.

Taking advantage of the main forces’ frontal counterattack interval, the enemies despicably launched a stealth attack from the side.

Looking at the Crossbow Arrow pierced through his arm, its cold metallic tip bearing densely packed red patterns.

"Damn, it’s those scum’s Hunting Corps..."

"Go!"

"Alarm!"

Under intense pain, Lance hastily pulled the arm of a companion with his other hand and shouted loudly.

This was the Hunting Corps’ Crossbow Arrow.

All three, driven by a strong will to survive, simultaneously grabbed the armor on the ground and fled in three directions.

Moments later, a group of dark-skinned figures covered in earth-yellow patterns appeared.

The rustling sounds in the grass blurred the number of incoming people.

A figure stood beside the earlier corpse, bent down to pull out the Crossbow Arrow protruding from the boy’s throat, the corner of his mouth lifted in a cold and cruel smile.

"Sentinels have been replaced by children, the White Armor Clan is defenseless."

"Prepare to bring them terror with slaughter."

With an order, the hidden figures in the grass started simultaneously rushing toward the tribe’s eastside.

These people held a Crossbow Mechanism about half an arm long in one hand, while pulling out a machete shaped like a dog’s leg with the other.

Awo~

Awo~

Excited and brutal howls began to emerge from the grass.

They’ve already broken through the sentry line, there’s no need for concealment any longer.

...

"Eastside, enemy attack!"

A shrill roar sounded.

Cheering stopped abruptly, Lance staggered back to the gate, clutching his bleeding arm.