Chapter 1562: Chapter 78: White Armor Forbidden Zone

Oh?

He saw it shot out like a cannonball.

A look of confusion flashed in Evil Wing’s eyes.

Do I really look so fierce?

There must be a good reason for this.

So Evil Wing stretched out a wing to block the ground.

Thud!

Enoch’s forehead made intimate contact with the instantly softened nano-metal wing, producing a dull sound.

Staggering to his feet, the little chubby boy saw Mu Fan standing motionless behind him, and he panicked.

"Run!" the little chubby boy shouted anxiously.

Mu Fan finally showed a smile on his face.

This little chubby boy is really interesting, fighting when he says fight and running when he says run without a second thought.

"Alright Evil Wing, put your wings away."

"Ow~"

With a weak howl, Evil Wing retracted its wings, trudging a few heavy steps before standing beside Mu Fan.

The previously very anxious little chubby boy was instantly dumbfounded.

"W-what’s going on?"

"It’s my partner, the giant dragon [Evil Wing], don’t worry."

The little chubby boy stood there with his mouth agape, eyes shining as he looked at the imposing giant dragon, involuntarily exclaiming: "It’s so strong and mighty! And it’s your partner, big brother, under the stars..."

Understanding that the little chubby boy was praising him, Evil Wing’s massive eyes squinted, and it proudly puffed out its chest, appearing even more towering.

"But, big brother, you can’t take it into our village..." Enoch’s complex gaze said it all. With a dragon more formidable than the fiercest Star Beast around, it mattered little whether he takes their weapons or not.

"It isn’t very mobile and will wait for me nearby." Mu Fan replied softly, looking at Evil Wing, "Stay nearby and don’t leave Shura’s range of five hundred meters. If possible, lend Shura a hand with hiding."

"Ow..."

Originally in high spirits, Evil Wing suddenly looked dejected, making a sound and lowering its head, but quickly raised its head excitedly again.

Because it realized that if Mu Fan left, wouldn’t it mean more freedom for itself? Then it could make a dragon’s nest, delightfully nibble on High Crystal Stone, and have sweet naps, that was the dragon life!

In Enoch’s vision, this Mechanical Giant Dragon suddenly straightened its belly with a mighty momentum, and took off running in long strides towards the rear.

Thud, thud, thud...

With a leap, it vanished in an instant.

The series of changes left Enoch staring blankly.

Why did the dragon run with such clumsiness, unbecoming of its imposing stance?

Also, why didn’t it fly?

"Alright, let’s go."

Mu Fan effortlessly hoisted Beardsley, patted Enoch’s sturdy shoulder, then started walking.

This time, Enoch instinctively followed Mu Fan’s steps.

Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be leading the way?

Enoch was taken aback, this big brother’s demeanor somehow inspired an unexplainable confidence.

...

"Why are you helping me, do you really know our teacher?" The little chubby boy, carrying two large bags of salt, jumped swiftly over several rocks intermittently protruding from the river.

"I am her family... tell me about her?"

"Family?"

"Family of big sister teacher? She never mentioned her family... No, she always talked about one person."

With a few strides, the little chubby boy leapt to the riverbank, turning back suddenly, surprise flashing across his face, staring intently at Mu Fan.

"What is it?"

Mu Fan leapt by the riverside, his shadow indistinguishable from his movements, asking curiously.

"Big sister teacher only ever mentioned one person, a towering hero, Brother Mu!"

"Brother Mu had black hair, but you don’t. Yet everything else is so similar... Big sister teacher could talk about Brother Mu’s stories for a long time." The little chubby boy muttered, frowning.

Hearing this murmur, Mu Fan felt his heart receive a heavy blow.

The words pierced his soul like a dagger.

On both ends of the galaxy, I’m thinking of you.

At this moment, Mu Fan could almost picture Nuonuo quietly gazing at the sky these past days.

The hardships meant for him were silently borne by Nuonuo without complaint.

That golden pure heart, in another world, let longing take root and sprout.

Enoch observed the cool big brother across from him, noticing the muscles on his face quivering gently.

"Big brother, are you alright?" Enoch asked concernedly.

"My surname is Mu, my name is Mu Fan."

"Thank you..."

Ah?

Hearing the raspy, yet exceptionally gentle voice, Enoch felt his mind swirling in confusion.

Mu Fan, Mu Fan... isn’t that Brother Mu?

No, this can’t be real.

Didn’t teacher big sister say she’d never see him again in this lifetime?

Just then, the grass a hundred meters away gently swayed as if moved by the breeze.

Excited and about to continue asking, Enoch felt a hand suddenly clamp down on his shoulder.

Then a shadow enveloped his vision.

Mu Fan stood in front of Enoch.

"There are people, fourteen of them. Stand behind me, guard your dad."

A succinct and powerful voice came from ahead, Mu Fan gently set Beardsley down, his tone growing colder bit by bit.

The next second, the sound of something cutting through the air came abruptly from all directions.

Whoosh—

Whoosh whoosh!

Fourteen bloodstained, arm-length Bone Axes spun and sliced heavily into the soil.

"This is the White Armor Tribe, no trespassing by strangers!"

A deep voice resounded, several burly warriors clad in animal skins burst out from the grass simultaneously, landing heavily.

"Uncle Lance, I..."

The little chubby boy’s joyful shout rang out.

"Little Enoch!"

"Beardsley!"

The bearded man leading the group stopped in shock, his gaze instantly focusing on the bloodied Enoch as well as Beardsley lying unresponsive on the ground.

Instantly, his eyes turned blood red, breathing like a bull.

The burly man known as Lance bellowed in fury, snatching up a Bone Axe, and charged forward like a frenzied black bear.

The axe swung to its highest and slashed down heavily!

Attacking without understanding angered Mu Fan.

Seeing the berserk bear-like figure, his arms instantly bulged with muscles, which seemed hammered into steel ingots by some kind of pressing device, being flattened perfectly.

Six Forms·Iron!

With arms crossed sturdy as forged iron, Mu Fan advanced, not retreated, meeting the challenge head-on.

The Bone Axe along with the robust body collided with Mu Fan’s lean physique in an instant.

Enoch completely didn’t expect Uncle Lance to not allow a moment’s pause, attacking without any questions.

"Uncle Lance, stop——————!"

During his exclamation...

Boom!

The ground beneath the two men’s clash sunk instantly, with a three-meter diameter splattering of soil erupting simultaneously.

Huh?

Lance’s bloodshot eyes stared ahead.

In that split second, it seemed like he had hacked his Bone Axe into a piece of meteorite, the counterforce making his arms numb.

In his view now, the opposing figure’s calves were deeply embedded in the earth.

Yet he didn’t retreat a single step!

His War Axe was actually being held motionlessly by someone’s crossed arms.

The axe blade was poised over the other’s forehead, yet couldn’t cut down at all.

Even the warriors of the Red Stone Clan couldn’t withstand his heavy downward chop.

In some cases, the person and spear are split in two!

The scene before him exceeded his expectations.

And it was at this moment that those angry, fiery eyes unexpectedly lifted.

"Is it my turn now!?"