Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy Chapter 1647 6: Return to the Strongest

Snow Domain.

Mountains rise and fall, heavy snowflakes fall relentlessly for a thousand years.

The Snow Clan members gather at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the endless summit above.

At this moment, clouds swirl around the summit, surging like dragons.

Funnel-shaped smoke clouds undulate layer by layer, as if they are alive.

At the forefront, a cold and slender figure in white stands silent, exactly as seen years ago.

Time has left no trace on her face.

On the contrary, four years of accumulation have finally allowed this Snow Lotus to fully bloom.

Beauty so cold it deters any thoughts of desecration.

Countless youths in the Snow Clan admire this Heavenly Pride Girl, but never dare to show it.

Because they know that in the heart of that cold figure, there is only one person.

Regardless of whether that person is alive or dead, no one else can enter her heart.

"Our Snow Domain can only open the ancient heritage in the face of an existential crisis! Moreover, once opened... our Snow Clan's situation over thousands of years will be completely changed."

"Followers of the Ancient God, worshipers, those conspirators coveting ancient technology..."

"If we close off the outside passage, then we..."

Elder Lu Feng, in charge of Snow Clan affairs, stands at the forefront of the crowd, still trying to persuade them, but with Lu Qingxue's raised right hand, all of Lu Feng's words are stifled.

"Then we will be trapped in the Snow Domain." In a cold voice, Lu Qingxue, dressed in white and sword adorned, looks to the sky, her clear eyes reflecting the swirling clouds.

"This world has reached the moment of life and death, the Snow Domain cannot stand alone."

Her cold voice brooks no dispute.

A fair wrist rises, a ring like and unlike jade glimmers, a white streak of light flashes across the sky, and descends heavily.

Amidst the snow-mist like a waterfall, a pair of pure white wings gently flap.

The SS-grade mecha, Frost Angel, stands tall, pure white as snow, its lines beautiful and captivating.

Compared to four years ago, its body surface is now covered with battle scars.

These numerous scars do not mar its beauty; instead, they bestow upon it a resilient beauty shaped by enduring hardships.

"If anyone opposes, they can go to the altar to survive. Those who wish to fight, please join me here to open... the ancestral treasury."

The graceful figure steps into the palm facing the frost knight.

Her back wings gently unfold.

The Big Snow Bow is drawn.

A crystal arrow forms solidly on the light string.

She arches back, the bow like a full moon.

Swish!

The arrow that freezes all pierces the summit of the Big Snow Mountain.

Rumble...

Within the swirling clouds, thunderclaps resound.

A visible blue ice storm surges from the summit, cascading down like an avalanche, with a force of utter destruction.

The summit begins to crumble with it.

As if a catastrophe from the heavens!

The Frost Angel stands unmoved.

Behind, tens of thousands of clansmen do not move an inch.

As the mass of ice-blue snow waterfall pours down halfway...

A massive black rift begins to appear on the mountain.

The next second, the ice waterfall vanishes.

The mountain opens wide.

A gigantic 3,000-meter-high ghostly blue shield appears before everyone's eyes.

All the Snow Clan members simultaneously look in horror at their left wrists.

The Snow Rings they wear suddenly emit heat, trembling slightly.

As if something within that enormous ghostly blue shield is calling to them.

The flowing ice-blue on the giant shield starts to lighten gradually, and finally the crowd can see what's inside.

At this moment, the breath of tens of thousands ceases altogether.

On the severed mountain face lies...

Thousands upon thousands of mechas!

Magnificent and majestic.

Those white mechas grip swords with both hands, heads bowed in contemplation.

Rows upon rows, ranks upon ranks...

Behind them, pair after pair of white wings slowly unfold, like angels.

Each mecha stands over twenty meters tall, gracefully lined and towering.

Yet compared to the 3,000-meter-high mountain behind them, they appear insignificant...

Tightly packed, densely clustered...

These exceedingly refined-looking mechas seem to come to life, the ice encasing them quietly shattering.

A ghostly blue sheen begins to rise from the bodies of the mechas, one by one.

"Our ancestors endured hardships and blazed trails."

"Now, our clan is at the verge of life and death. As a descendant, Qingxue dares to pave the way."

"Snow Domain, declare war!"

The Frost Angel stepped forward, crossing the snow and wind, directly placing her palm on the barrier that merged with the sky.

Like ice meeting fierce sun, the enormous barrier silently dissolved.

The Frost Angel led the charge and entered.

"I shall restore the glory of our ancestors."

Lu Qingxue's cold words drifted along with the snow and wind, reaching the ears of every clan member.

The faces of the Snow Domain people, which originally bore varied expressions, were now all solemn.

The right hand placed over the heart.

No matter the gender or age, once they decided to join the battle, all worries were cast aside.

"Our Snow Clan will definitely regain ancestral glory!"

The voice rose like a dragon, mighty and majestic.

Among the Frost Angel, a pair of eyes on that beautiful and chilling face, like a snow lotus, flashed a figure of day and night longing.

"If fortunate, may I see you in my remaining life."

"If unfortunate, do not worry about me."

Her brows and eyes returned to an icy coldness.

...

...

The former central hub of the Fourth Star District—Blue Capital Star.

Now, seen from space, the surface is no longer beautiful as it once was.

Destroyed warships and insect carcasses densely populate the planet's near-ground orbit.

The once prosperous Zhongjing City, now the bustling crowds on the streets have disappeared.

Apart from the occasional hurrying passerby, the rest are all fully armed forces.

The atmosphere of steel and blood shrouds this once beautiful city.

Five kilometers away from Dingchuan Academy, inside a mountain body, within a large fortress covered in silver metal, dozens of people wearing white work uniforms are busily shuttling inside.

On the ring-shaped platform, a burly man with a tough aura sat leaning on a chair, letting a robot repair his damaged arm.

His bare upper body is full of scars.

"Those maggots have hard mouths; damn lucky for me I didn't block with my flesh arm, otherwise I'd have to replace it, hahaha."

"Hey, I say you've moved the Giamilo Laboratory here for two years now; you guys have been repairing my Mecha for a whole year. If you keep at it for a few more months, I'll definitely be lying in space."

"Where's my Thunderhawk? Have you already chosen a successor? I'm telling you, my successor is only one, don't mess around and pick someone else!"

The gruff bald man couldn't sit still even while seated.

Behind him, a woman whose beauty has been refined by time frowned as she helped handle the last wound, stood up, and coldly snorted: "Who are you calling old man? Hmm?"

The rough voice froze for an instant, the bald man shrank his neck, grinning as he turned back, "You're my old man."

"Get out."

The woman turned and walked away angrily.

Far away, several old men lying in Biological Cabins were laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly...

Buzz.

Everyone's eardrums jolted heavily, the picture froze.

All sights within this fortress seemed slightly warped.

After a brief pause, they instantly returned to normal.

Everyone let out a muffled grunt.

That rugged bald man's eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth and suddenly found his voice was hoarse: "Was I attacked?"

His face full of confusion.

What the hell just happened?

At this moment, the giant metal wall on the east side of the fortress suddenly opened, and a man in a lab coat around fifty years old rushed out excitedly.

"We succeeded! Hahaha, we succeeded."

"Consciousness body! Chaos consciousness has been produced."

"The Nether Thunder Engine acquired from the ruins perfectly integrated into the Mecha Body!… Furthermore, the knee bones of White Bone Worms were all successfully implanted… and…"

Thud.

The lab coat man's vision went black, unable to hold on anymore due to hundreds of days and nights of hard work combined with the sudden impact, and he collapsed onto the ground.

However, this lab coat man couldn't care about himself; he looked at the ceiling with an emancipated gaze, muttering.

"It's become a Great Demon God… thirty years have passed…"

"Giamilo Laboratory… re-enters the strongest."

The bald man froze, then looked at the slowly opening iron wall incredulously.

His burly body began to tremble uncontrollably.

He said it was…

Great Demon God!