Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy - Chapter 709

Chapter 709: Chapter 482: Young Master Tang, We Meet Again

“If this ship belonged to interstellar bandits, I could eat the ship!”

His right hand creaked as he clenched it, and he turned, wanting to slap across.

However, looking at that terrified face, he ultimately didn’t strike, not because his heart softened…

It was because in his line of sight, that warship, with its unique silhouette and ink-black coating, was one that anyone aboard the Sky Mother Ship that day would recognize!

Clearly, it was the flagship of the mysterious fleet that had escaped from beneath the giant cannon of the Hidden Land Battleship.

120 warships had carved a bloody path through an encirclement of 20,000 warships, with the flagship ultimately escaping from under the giant cannon. Such a military feat was a miracle, no matter where it was told.

He had no time to slap the pilot; his normally calm brain momentarily crashed at this revelation.

Donatello watched in despair as the huge object in front of him drew closer, the gaping maw of the giant cannon on its ferocious hull nearing.

“Young Master, what do we do? The enemy has put us under regional shielding, and their warships are flat-out refusing our communication requests.”

The pilot looked back with a terrified expression.

“Stop the engine thrust. Let’s see what their intentions are. Continue sending communication requests until they respond. If they initiate contact and try to stall, our warning satellites should be able to see our situation. Try to delay as long as possible until ground forces are mobilized to assist.”

“Yes, Young Master!”

Donatello was right about one thing: the ground indeed had fleets mobilized, making haste in this direction.

Because the Sky Guard Force, through checking departures from the atmosphere, discovered that the intercepted spaceship was in fact a private ship of the Tang family, and the person aboard was…

The Tang family’s Young Master, Donatello!

Now the problem had suddenly become very serious, so the news spread unbelievably fast to the upper echelons.

After receiving this information, Colonel Hegang personally rushed into the Air Force headquarters.

The Air Force headquarters quickly communicated with Mr. Tang Zhi, the head of the Tang family, and the result was an explosive rage from the leader of one of the seven major families, giving no face to the ordinary major generals of the headquarters.

The final order issued by the commander of the Air Force was to rescue Donatello at all costs and with the utmost speed.

This was the most grievous incident to occur on Blue Capital Star in nearly twenty years.

To have battle ships enter the atmospheric periphery silently and continuously.

Finally, in a convalescent center on the outskirts of Zhongjing City, Qi Longxiang also received a request from the military department of Blue Capital Star.

“Can the Special Service Fleet be dispatched?”

After hearing the anxious and awkward request from a major general over the Sky Communication, Qi Longxiang, the young man with a gentle demeanor and a calm face, lightly lowered his eyelids.

The officers following him also stopped and silently watched their fleet’s highest commander.

Qi Longxiang, after pulling up a three-dimensional hologram with his left hand on the Sky Communication and examining it carefully for over thirty seconds, spoke indifferently:

“Major General Mo, first, I can reply that the Special Service Fleet will not engage for any non-military action.”

“Secondly, if the situation develops in the worst direction, the Blue Capital Star’s Air Force deployment is less than half sufficient; the other party has likely already achieved its objective.”

“Given the maneuverability and concealment of the enemy’s warships, there are currently no main fleets on Blue Capital Star that can contain the enemy. I suggest your planet’s military focus should shift to sweeping the nearby star domains.”

After finishing, Qi Longxiang gently turned off the Sky Communication.

“Colonel, has that warship appeared again?”

“Mhm,” Qi Longxiang replied calmly, then gazed at the sky with an unflinching gaze.

To him, the lives of his soldiers were far more precious than those of the elite families and clans.

Moreover, he was part of the Federation’s Central Military Department and not subject to local jurisdiction.

His fleet would not fight for a cause that lacked meaning.

Bloodshed needed to be where it was most needed.

“Let’s continue our analysis of the next phase of strategic deployment in the Outer Domain Galaxy…”

His level voice once again drew the group’s attention back to the matter at hand.

…

Atop the towering bridge of the Dawn Battleship, a tall, solitary figure stood quietly.

In the well-positioned command hall, now empty, the central figure was more prominently featured.

His detached gaze watched as the private ship neared.

The holograms by his side projected all of the military relief forces from the Air Force and even tagged each of these ships with their speed, model, and estimated arrival time.

“Mu Fan, you have 11 minutes to handle this, and in 26 minutes, a passenger ship returning to Blue Capital Star will pass by at a distance of 7200 kilometers.”

Black’s voice echoed in the empty hall.

Mu Fan nodded gently, and it was only when he truly stepped onto the Dawn Battleship, truly stood on the hard, cold metal floor, that he experienced, for the first time, the power he possessed…

He had become an existence that countless people looked up to for their entire lives but could never reach!

Men dream of the starry skies and the vast oceans, and mecha and warships are the obsessions that drive countless people mad with desire.

He had never imagined that one day he would own one of the peak mechas in this star domain, let alone that he could possess a giant warship thousands of times larger than a mecha.

The ferociously terrifying steel giant ship beneath his feet now belonged to him completely and utterly.

The feeling of overlooking the cloud layers of the planet from the command hall was entirely different from the experience of piloting a mecha and fighting blood-soaked battles.

It was a full-scale assault on his vision and spirit!

This shock had tremendously elevated Mu Fan’s perspective and purified his soul with a baptism of pure power.

Shura, Dawn, Shadow…

These names represented a power that was entirely and utterly his own!

“At last, I can… take my revenge.”

A deep, icy voice sounded: Mu Fan’s right hand slowly opened into a palm, revealing a piece of soft fabric that had appeared in the center of his hand.

The cool touch transmitted to his brain, and Mu Fan’s right palm slowly moved toward his face.

As his head lowered and then lifted again, a pair of extremely cold, indifferent eyes was revealed.

Beyond these eyes lay something…

Cold as iron, lustrous as jade!

When Mu Fan put on the mask that Lu Qingxue had given him, the surging killing intent within his heart was instantly suppressed. He was now in a state where rampant killing intent and extreme rationality coexisted.

At this moment, Mu Fan was unaware of how astonishing the change in his aura was.

He possessed a temperament not typical of his age group, resembling more that of a top assassin for whom taking lives was as easy as drinking water.

“Open the communication.”

Beneath the lustrous white mask, Mu Fan spoke softly.

An invisible wave was transmitted from the massive and terrifying warship.

…

“Young Master!”

Donatello, caught between turmoil and gritted teeth in strange silence, suddenly jolted, his eyes turning bloodshot as he looked toward the pilot.

“They’re sending a communication request.”

Sai looked towards Donatello in surprise, who reacted with a jump of his excited veins before slamming his fist into the air to relieve the extreme tension.

“Connect it.”

After a sizzling wave, a light screen was projected in front of the spaceship’s cockpit.

The screen was pitch black; then, a white line split it down the middle.

The signal had finally connected!

Against the empty and dark background, a faint silhouette could be seen.

But the eerie silence made Donatello feel an inexplicable irritation.

He favored this video environment of dark and oppressive atmosphere because it psychologically gave an impression of constant surveillance from the shadows, a pressure that made his opponents clueless yet full of fear.

However, today he had become the one under scrutiny.

The rustling sound of signal fluctuation continued, still within that unsettling silence.

He had no past grievances with this mysterious fleet; they were on the same side as that mecha, and their target was Blue Capital Star’s Military Department.

He kept repeating these thoughts to pump confidence into himself.

He was rapidly crafting what to say, offering what the other side wanted, then seizing the slim chance to escape.

To return to Blue Capital Star, back to his comfortable villa, never setting foot on that damned Bemo Planet again.

Only by returning to his villa, standing on the soil of Blue Capital Star, would he feel at ease.

Taking a deep breath, Donatello knew he had to speak up.

“Your Excellency…”

He himself didn’t realize that, when facing this terrifying steel giant ship, his tone had already involuntarily become ingratiating.

Yet, as he began to speak, the silhouette seemed to finally emerge from the shadows, and that lifeless, lustrous white mask appeared clearly in the screen.

A pair of cold, stern eyes appeared on the large screen.

And as the figure slightly opened their mouth, the words spoken plainly were like thunder striking near his ear, causing the hair on his back to stand on end!

“Young Master Tang, we… meet again.”