Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1641 - 157: The Great Migration

Under everyone’s shocked gaze, the massive fireball plowed into the sea of beasts with the force of engulfing the heavens and earth.

Under that extreme high temperature grilling, the skin of the star beasts visibly turned crimson, then burned into charcoal in the flames.

Except for some star beasts with bone shells, which resisted longer, the rest of the biological bodies, especially the Saint Luo Clan’s biochemical combat bodies, were completely overwhelmed in front of the giant fireball.

Boom...

The massive sound waves echoed in their ears as the crowd stared blankly into the distance.

The fireball plowed forward over a thousand meters.

A path of solidified black lava stretched ahead, spotlessly clean, with not even the enemy’s ashes visible.

This is the grown-up mechanical overlord—Evil Wing!

This is the true power of Lord Evil Wing!

The Mechanical Giant Dragon gazed at the panicking crowd below, satisfied with the result of its attack.

The sudden defection of the Bone Fly had brought it a significant sense of crisis.

Like a piece of fat meat it had been licking suddenly jumping into another fellow’s bowl, it had touched its bottom line as a Mechanical Giant Dragon!

Even dragons vie for favor.

"Is this the true power of Brother Mu’s dragon?"

"It’s really...strong."

"This is the great power bestowed by the Stars."

The crowd instantly erupted in cheers.

Evil Wing brought extreme ferocity to the enemy while bringing them boundless hope!

Thump!

Its heavy body landed in front of the White Armor Tribe, Evil Wing raised its neck, fiercely staring at the surging beast tide ahead, standing like a towering mountain.

Before the master’s second command arrives, protect the White Armor Tribe.

No one shall die or be injured!

Evil Wing’s gaze turned icy.

...

The resistance from the grassland tribe finally reached its peak.

The battle between natives and invaders resumed.

As the spore mist used for cover dissipated, the biochemical combat bodies, cut off from aid and retreat, silently began their counterattack.

Blood once again covered the earth.

This conflict didn’t last long before distant, intense noises akin to thunder echoed in the clouds.

The Saint Luo Clan’s biochemical combat bodies looked up, their spirits suddenly heightened.

"Mothership!"

"Our mothership has ascended."

But the excitement quickly turned into panic.

Because the defected Bone Fly they viewed as a nightmare was swaying its tail, floating beside them.

On top of the Bone Fly’s head, a black mecha stood silently.

Compared to Bone Fly’s enormous body, Shura looked insignificant even though its frame had been upgraded to Emperor Body.

Yet the scarlet cloak raised behind it was like a flame, burning in everyone’s eyes.

The flame rising in their hearts was drenched by a basin of cold water.

Those Saint Luo Battle Bodies fighting desperately began to stiffen in their movements.

A terrifying thought arose in their hearts.

No way...

No way!

However, as that icy voice came, all fantasies were utterly shattered.

"All tribes, retreat."

The voice was cold and authoritative.

In the sky, those four colossal steel warships were more convincing than anything.

"Roar!"

Evil Wing raised its head towards the sky, its roar filled with excitement.

With a flap of its wings, the dragon surged into the sky.

The White Armor Tribe executed Mu Fan’s command without hesitation.

"It’s Brother Mu Fan, everyone retreat!"

"Chongzhou Army, cover!"

With the White Armor Tribe setting an example, other observing tribes instantly made a decision—

Follow!

So, people from various tribes simultaneously abandoned their fighting enemies, rapidly retreating.

After a brief pause, the beast tide and biochemical combat bodies immediately began their pursuit.

Perhaps driven mad by killing, perhaps trying to conceal an unsettling anxiety from within.

"Black, leave it to you."

In the cockpit, with his eyelids lowered, Mu Fan looked indifferently at the battlefield below where a boundary line had just been drawn.

"This is my first time controlling a bio-type warship, hey~"

On the screen, a metallic sphere revealed a smiley face.

"Mites, immerse yourselves in Lord Alpha’s sea of fear!"

Through the loudspeakers of the four warships, Black’s voice descended from the dome, with a steel-like coldness.

[Targeting successful, enemy distribution map delineated successfully.]

[Battlefield map layer segmentation completed.]

[Weapon preheating complete.]

[Spore storage ready.]

A simultaneous salvo—[Spore Barrier Bomb]!

The bottom decks of the four warships simultaneously popped open, revealing dense weaponry compartments.

Thump thump thump!

In an instant, countless apricot yellow spores descended from the sky like a torrential rain.

The biochemical combat bodies rushing forward at high speeds were stunned upon seeing that familiar barrage, the tidal wave of their charge instantly paused!

Clang clang...

Boom boom boom!

In a flash, the hundred-meter-high spore light barrier surged from the ground to the sky, like a dam, blocking the ocean mixed with Saint Luo Army and star beasts.

The Saint Luo Army stopped on their own without command.

And the star beasts within the beast tide weren’t so clever, recklessly charging in.

Then...

Piercing screams began to emanate from within that light barrier.

Upon entering life forms, those spore light barriers immediately bubbled up.

Yellow smoke adhered like maggots to the star beasts’ surface.

Even Mu Fan’s eyebrows raised a notch.

Another parasitic attack.

Those spores have taken the Star Beast as a host.

Without any isolation, the surface of the Star Beast is easily infiltrated by these spores.

Their muscles and blood become a breeding ground for spore clusters.

One after another, mushroom-like plants silently bloom on the battlefield.

"This disgusting attack, only such a perverted race could possess it."

Black’s voice of amazement reached Mu Fan’s ears, simultaneously asking again, "Not a single Saint Luo will be spared?"

"Mm, not a single one spared."

Mu Fan paused for half a second as he spoke these words.

He was well aware of the implications of this order.

However... interstellar war, racial war.

There’s no such thing as humanitarianism.

It’s either you die, or I perish.

When Black, controlling the Central Light Computer of four warships, fully initiated the slaughter mode, the Saint Luo people truly understood what despair was.

Why did their warships suddenly start attacking them?

Doesn’t controlling these warships require a sea of crew?

Yet aside from that mech clearly being a single combat entity, there were no other enemies.

Who exactly is helping the enemy against us?

Or perhaps...

The Saint Luo Clan has a traitor?

The harsh reality has left them no time to think.

In an instant, the strike from the clouds descended upon them completely.

[Decomposition Beam]!

[Corrosion Cloud]!

...

"These biochemical combat bodies can be seen as miniature versions of the Saint Luo Envoy; to them, machinery is merely an auxiliary on the periphery. What they truly rely on is the biological technology of flesh and blood construction."

"Moreover, these warships happen to have corrosive attacks aimed at biochemical bodies, possibly used by the rulers of this civilization to suppress some rebels."

"It’s fortunate for us."

Black explained to Mu Fan with interest.

Once the battlefield was thoroughly divided, it officially declared the end of the battle.

The people of the various grassland tribes stopped their retreat, suspiciously watching the tall yellow isolation zone like a wall behind them.

From inside came the shrill cries of humans and beasts.

Unable to see the scene inside, but it didn’t prevent them from imagining it in their minds.

...

The battle ended faster than imagined.

While some were still staring blankly at the sky, the area shrouded by the spore cloud silently dispersed.

This time, there were no signs of life remaining inside.

This scene chilled everyone watching simultaneously.

If those warships had intended to strike indiscriminately from the start, this grassland would have been flattened.

Is this the true power of the invaders?

Yet, with all these people dead, the warships in the sky still haven’t dispersed, and the beast sea in the distance continues to surge.

The biological upheaval on this Planet has just begun.

A massive shadow started to cover the hearts of the natives.

"I am Mu Fan."

"I came from another celestial realm."

"I am a friend of the White Armor Tribe."

"As you can see, this Planet has already been targeted by unknown creatures and invaders."

"Now, I must return to my homeland; you are all brave warriors, and we have stood shoulder to shoulder."

"Will you courageously die here for your homeland, or follow me to another celestial realm to open a new path for survival, preserving the last flame of your lineage? The choice is yours."

"The four captured enemy warships are enough to carry forty thousand people for interstellar navigation; I will stay here for one day, and you may board the ships on your own."

"After one day, I will leave this Planet."

The Scarlet Cloak behind soared majestically, and Shura hovered over the land like a Demon God.

Mu Fan’s calm voice carried a regal authority at this moment.

Even people slightly familiar with Alva and Isaiah gazed upwards dumbly.

To leave this Planet, to leave the soil where they have lived for generations?

They stared blankly around...

The cracked earth, the erupting flames, the raging beast tide...

Only where they stand there is a brief peace.

What should we do?

Where should we go?

This question began to rise in every person’s heart on this vast grassland.

The silence was finally broken.

The noisy discussion started.

Shura landed on the skull of the Bone Fly, the half-bloomed Red Lotus on his chest flickering, where half a heart is struggling to recover energy.

This Planet has clearly undergone an anomaly.

Countless spatial rifts, unknown beast tides from foreign lands, and even those cruel gazes from beyond the Black Storm.

He isn’t a saint; he can’t save this Planet.

But he can ensure these natives preserve as much fire for survival as possible.

In the Luqin Universe, finding a refuge for these people is a trivial matter.

Moreover, in Mu Fan’s view, these natives are...

Born strong warriors!

It’s time to expand the scale of Shadow Island.

Comrades, Nuonuo has been found, wait for my return.

Mu Fan’s gentle gaze fell on another area, where a girl embraced a trembling Fuzzy Ball, quietly watching the sky, watching him.

The gazes of two young people crossed obstacles and intertwined.

The girl revealed a smile like a blossom.

...

I said I would find you, even if it meant crossing the ends of the Galaxy.

Below the white shattered hair, Mu Fan’s eyes were bright and warm.

(Volume Eight·End)

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PS: The Other Shore volume ends; next volume "Decisive Battle"