Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1640 - 156: Is Everyone Here?

When Mu Fan, clad in War Armor Dragon Rider, stepped into the Warship, the end times for these Saint Luo people aboard were declared.

Walking silently within the Warship, Mu Fan was like a ghost, unapologetically corroding the will of those Saint Luo people.

"As long as this Warship hasn’t come alive, as long as it still needs to rely on the Light Computer for navigation calculations, it will ultimately become prey for me."

This was Black’s promise to Mu Fan.

With a boom, the central control room door of the Warship was violently kicked open.

All the Warriors of the Saint Luo Clan inside looked in fear at the slowly entering figure.

Clearly, the alloy door had been locked by the system, with a thickness of 12 centimeters of alloy. How could it be moved by human strength?

This was supposed to endure conventional firepower for at least one minute!

Mu Fan walked in, his cold gaze sweeping around, with no fluctuations in his eyes.

The faces of those Saint Luo warriors instantly changed, several shadows shot out swiftly.

"Mu Fan" was pierced by the seven or eight passing shadows.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!

Those seven or eight shadows exploded in succession.

Dense yellow spore clusters splattered.

Spore Bullets - [Parasitic Attack].

... Ineffective!

Looking at the yellow slime smeared across the wall, their faces instantly turned dark.

The target was... not real!

Thud.

That was the sound of blades leaving the body.

The group blankly looked towards the sky.

They only felt momentarily piled together, then a chill in their abdomens.

In their vision was the silhouette gradually retreating.

This enemy...

Was too naive.

They were combat parasites that could easily resurrect with Saint Luo blood!

Just as this thought surfaced from their hearts, they suddenly saw Mu Fan coldly glance back.

Between this, a gentle flick.

A round droplet of blood flew like an arrow.

Directly struck the abdomen of the Saint Luo person lying on top.

"Doesn’t hurt?"

"Ha..."

The sound abruptly stopped.

The Saint Luo person looked in horror at his abdomen starting to boil, rot!

Yellow blood began to turn black, started to emit a foul stench.

Then his blood flowed into the pile below.

Terrified cries came from behind, Mu Fan gazed at the central Light Computer with unflinching eyes.

His blood, to the Saint Luo Clan, was simply an unsolvable existence.

The reasons behind this, even Black couldn’t explain.

"Three seconds to complete the invasion."

"3, 2, 1... Done."

As Black spoke, the light screen in the central room changed instantly.

Half of the Warship’s structural diagram appeared in front.

[Discovered life forms in 1322 places, optimal route encounters only 109 locations.]

A red line traced in the structural diagram, quickly imprinted in the depths of the mind.

Mu Fan closed his eyes, recalled the route again, then turned to walk towards the ship’s passage.

...

"The ship’s Light Computer is invaded, authority is being lost..."

"37% authority lost, mid-ship view lost."

Frey looks grim as he shouts beside him: "Then manually contact, are there no reports from warriors!"

"Captain... our signal transmission is obstructed, they are intercepting reversely."

The lieutenant takes a deep breath, pressing that fear back into the heart.

"What about the Peepers, have they locked the enemy!" Frey asks looking towards the corner; that is the final hope.

More than a dozen Peepers hold the Crystal Ball with both hands, blood vessels near their eyes bulging.

Just...

The prolonged silence brought Frey an inner sense of powerlessness.

One after another, light screens go dark.

Representing the constant invasion by unknown enemies.

A line starts to clearly sketch out in Frey’s view.

The opponent is coming straight for him!

Firm resolution surfaces on Frey’s face.

"For the glory of the Saint Luo Clan."

This Captain speaks with utmost solemnity, stepping directly into the adjacent Biological Cabin, the bio-suit armor starts to connect with his body.

In a short time, a nearly 3-meter tall figure steps out of the Biological Cabin.

Only by looking at the limb outlines can one tell it’s humanoid, but adding the bone-arm blades and forehead spikes, it’s a thoroughly humanoid weapon.

"Gate-Opening."

Frey strides to the cabin door, looking at the combat unit following behind, voice icy.

...

The door slowly spins open.

Frey’s head blood vessels throb heavily.

Because within his sight, there’s a quietly standing silhouette.

While he, before the door opened, had no detection!

Boom!

In the next second, all Saint Luo eyes see their Commander flying backward ten meters, crashing into six people before stopping completely.

A silhouette covered in dark gold armor steps lightly into the door, gaze calmly sweeping back around.

"Everyone’s here?"

The inverted Curved Light Scythe Blade glows eerily.

...

...

The White Armor Clan, under the leadership of Isaiah and Alva, forms a pointed formation, bravely resisting the encroaching Beast Tide.

The Chongzhou Corps charges again and again into the Beast Tide.

In the dance of flesh and limbs, the resistance of the White Armor Clan becomes the most magnificent spectacle on this vast prairie.

Members of other tribes quietly observe the passionate battle feeling their hearts beating ever vigorously.

"The Warriors of the White Armor Clan are fighting the Beast Tide, we Green Teeth aren’t cowards either!"

"Hide, hide, hide, I’ve been his mother’s hiding from these beasts since birth. Today I don’t want to hide anymore!"

Warriors from one tribe after another, in the face of this shared Catastrophe, choose to unite against the enemy.

In the past, they fought for resources to survive.

But now, if this most resilient defense of the White Armor Clan falls, what awaits their tribes will be a massacre.

A shadow suddenly appears in the sky.

A dragon roar echoes across the sky.

Evil Wing charges with overwhelming fury.

The Barrier enveloping the Planet finally dissipates, that familiar force finally returns.

The High Crystal Stone reserved for a full year in the belly can finally continue to be digested!

"Another Star Beast."

"Is he attacking us from above? Such a size, how do we defend..."

Listening to the whispers in the ears, Alva raises his head with a loud shout: "Brothers of the prairie, it has come to aid us!"

"Here to aid us?"

"Not the enemy?"

The astonishment doesn’t last long before transforming into awe.

"Roar!"

Evil Wing’s roar mixes with rolling thunder, its enormous body swiftly dives down.

The White Armor Clan first opens a wide passage.

Other tribes dare not cross.

From Evil Wing’s throat, scorching flames start to emerge, forming into a vortex then suddenly expanding.

The startling heat waves begin spreading all around.

When Evil Wing dives down a thousand meters, the massive fireball condenses between its sharp fangs, the next second it spews out fiercely!

——[Flame Dragon Roar Bomb]!

That fiery fireball grows rapidly on the wind after leaving its throat.

Instantly, a huge fireball with a diameter of nearly one hundred meters appears.

The charging Beast Tide and the Saint Luo warriors hiding in the spore smoke look up in shock.