Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 641

Chapter 641: Chapter 414 Shura Order, Despair Heavenly Flower

The fireworks that suddenly soared upwards were the purest and most intense red.

The scorching air began to twist, and the ground beneath their feet started to melt.

Yet on all the radars, under the smoke and flames stirred by Nuonuo, there was nothing.

No one could see the mecha beneath the black dense clouds at this moment.

In the deepest part of Mu Fan’s consciousness, when the sky burst into flames, from soul to body, from the depths of his brain to every muscle, he felt an immense agony.

As if his body was being torn apart, his consciousness gradually began to emerge from the chaos.

However, as his consciousness slowly regained bits of clarity, his eyes remained closed.

Therefore, he naturally didn’t know that countless scalding, hot liquids were continuously being pumped into his body through metal tubes.

His damaged cells greedily absorbed it all, and the internal injuries began to heal themselves bit by bit.

“Hmph!”

Suddenly, a grunt of enduring severe pain came from his nostrils, and then, moments later, the struggling body gradually settled down to calm.

A cold, terrifying breath began to emanate from the boy.

His body quietly suspended in the cockpit, beneath the black tangled hair, those eyes remained closed and lowered, and then a light murmur arose, the voice filled with murderous intent and chilling to the bone:

“…Solomon.”

The boy’s closed eyes swiftly lifted, his face the epitome of icy detachment.

It was at this moment that the black mecha, its head marred with blotchy scars, slowly lifted its head to gaze at the sky, its scarlet cloak stirring without wind.

Mu Fan had a shallow dream this time, part dream, part reality; in his dream, he saw one heroic figure after another, each appearing before him with hearty laughter.

Each was unpolished in appearance, especially the leader of the group.

His face always beamed with the purest smile, a sign of confidence in life and endless optimism.

They wore simple and worn-out clothes, they lived in poverty, and they hunted daily to fill their ever-hungry bellies.

The planet they lived on was desolate, silent, cold, and hot intermingled.

The air was filled with the sulfurous scent of lava, and countless terrifying star beasts lived there.

Yet, these people have resided there generation after generation.

Continuously hunting one strong prey after another, depending solely on their powerful bodies!

Against the harsh conditions of this planet, they stubbornly took root.

They seemed the epitome of hope and optimism.

However, when night fell and numerous sinister shadows began to emerge on the planet.

These hard-working and brave tribespeople transformed in an instant into the most ferocious and deadly warriors.

They were born with dreams…

They pursued nature and life…

Fearless and defiant in the face of death…

They were…

The bravest, the craziest, and the most terrifying…

Human-shaped fierce beasts!

They were a tribe forgotten by the world, war ghosts hailing from hell, and they shared one common name…

Shura.

Now, Mu Fan felt himself become one of those countless powerful warriors, their beliefs, their fighting spirit, all surging into his soul at this moment.

Those powerful warriors seemed to be controlling his body, showing him what a real warrior was, preparing him for a special rite of passage.

“The most ferocious beast…has always been…me, huh, huh…”

The boy’s icy face began to emit a faint cold laugh, which little by little grew louder until finally, it became a wild and unrestrained laughter:

“Heh heh… Hahahaha!”

The youth’s tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, the pupils blood-red, like two flames burning fiercely.

That strange and terrifying aura was cold, devoid of any trace of life!

At this moment, even Wang Nuonuo, the one closest to him, couldn’t believe that this was the warm and kind Mu Fan he knew.

The Mu Fan of this moment revealed only an indifferent extinction of all vitality in his eyes, and this indifference even extended to his own extremely weakened body.

“Revenge… those who obstruct…”

With each word spoken, the temperature inside the cockpit seemed to drop even further.

Finally, with an utterly expressionless face, the youth uttered those three words–

“Death without mercy!”

His conviction, at this moment, became the supreme commanding force of the Mecha Shura, and this edge of a will almost sharp enough to kill to the ends of the earth became the mecha’s most violent catalyst.

Deep within his consciousness, Mu Fan calmed down; he watched quietly as that powerful samurai commanded his body, facing thousands upon thousands of foes.

Beneath the starry sky, wherever my will points, I press forward relentlessly!

The last four words, chilling with murderous intent, flashed one by one from the deepest recesses of his mind.

The scarlet cloak that danced lightly suddenly flared, and the four blood-red engine exhausts on his back blazed into life.

The mere six-meter-tall Shura Mecha, like the last man returning from a mountain of corpses and sea of blood, carried with it a devouring killing intent that could swallow the heavens!

Red glimmers flickered in his eyes; he drew his right hand to his chest, and within his palm, countless blood lights started to shine.

Inside the cockpit, in front of Mu Fan’s lifeless eyes, dozens of red markers lit up on the screen.

At the same time, numerous empty frames appeared around these lit markers and suddenly began to shrink!

All these markers were locked onto in an instant; what was he going to do?

The blood light in his palm grew brighter. Shura drew his right hand back gently, then suddenly… flicked it upwards!

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

Countless blood lights shot upward from the palm.

These myriad threads of blood light pierced into the dense clouds above and vanished, leaving only the black mecha standing silently below.

Shura Order–Despair Heavenly Flower!

…

People on the Sky Mother Ship were still tensely observing the situation in the middle of the battlefield, witnessing the Thunderhawk and Strangling Demon Snake cease their combat.

Then, after a moment, they saw the ground where the meteorite had landed, already turned into a sea of fire.

And at this time, the two S+ class mechas remained in a standoff, without resuming their battle.

Seeing the situation below, Andumari scoffed disdainfully.

It was merely a crashing meteorite; even if it weren’t a meteorite, there was nothing to worry about.

The object’s diameter wouldn’t exceed six meters; even if it were a mecha, its size predetermined its status.

Mechas of S class and above would never be on such a small scale because such mechas couldn’t possibly house more and stronger technology, nor would they conform to future space combat norms.

“Well, are we fighting or not? If not, I’m going back… Heh, do these bumpkins really think they can stop me?”

Andumari’s robust voice rang out, aimed solely at the Thunderhawk opposite him.

Still not having had his fill of the fight, since Thunderhawk showed no intention of resuming the battle, Andumari saw no point in waiting any longer.

Ruan Xiongfei’s forehead veins bulged once more upon hearing Andumari’s words.

“I’ve told you before, I’ll tear you apart today! Did you really damn think I was afraid of you?”

Thunderhawk’s arms lit up again with the luster of thunder and lightning, taking up an offensive stance in midair.

At this moment, the Ran Family and Naden, observing from a distance, seemed to receive the same command.

The two exchanged glances within the shared cockpit screen.

“Now is the perfect chance, the perfect moment to restrain the Strangling Demon Snake!”