Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1298 - 33: The Thunderhawk Left Behind at the Academy

"Can we really go inside?"

"So this place actually leads to another space."

The Iron Tribe was abuzz with discussion.

At this moment, their mindset was no less than Mu Fan's when he first acquired Black.

Once a seed is planted, it only takes certain conditions to grow uncontrollably.

Does a better world truly exist!

Without exploitation and oppression?

With abundant food, with perfect healthcare...

Is that a dream?

Saran followed Mu Fan and was the first to step onto the big rock. Her blind mother tightly held onto her daughter's broad shoulders, and both disappeared into the void.

"Went... in."

The Iron Tribe followed behind with a sense of pilgrimage, stepping onto the rock one by one, then tremblingly stretched out their palms to touch the air that rippled.

"It's actually... real!"

This Iron Tribe person shouted excitedly and charged directly into the void.

A thin membrane slipped over their body, and as the body completely vanished into the Steel Ruins, all sounds ceased from their ears, and suddenly stars began to swirl in front of them.

After a brief dizziness, this Iron Tribe person looked down at the smooth mirror-like ink-black ground, their body trembling with excitement.

"This is—"

They were about to shout loudly, looking up excitedly.

Far away, a giant dragon sitting on the ground... looked at them expressionlessly.

The Mechanical Dragon "Evil Wing," towering twenty meters tall and over forty meters long, was like a deity to the one and a half meter tall Iron Tribe person.

"It's, it's, it's—"

Stuttering out over a dozen "it's," this Iron Tribe person froze in place, trembling.

Evil Wing's giant lantern-like eyes revealed a hint of disdain, then continued calmly sitting on the ground.

It was tired and changing position to feel more comfortable.

These little crawlers were really making a fuss over nothing.

It yawned, a faint flame flickering out from its giant mouth, and the action startled the dozen Iron Tribe people who had entered successively.

Once the Iron Tribe fully entered, Mu Fan no longer needed to speak.

Evil Wing, this enormously large Mechanical Dragon, silently proclaimed Mu Fan's might.

However, at this moment, the dragon was looking at Mu Fan with pitiful eyes, its mouth wide open, seemingly complaining about its grievances.

"Let's go."

Mu Fan lifted his head, and in the eyes of all the Iron Tribe people... a destroyer unexpectedly crashed out from behind Evil Wing.

A shrill cry accompanied by flapping wings, Evil Wing quickly turned its head like an angry rooster.

A small black mecha stood defiantly upon the destroyer.

Shura gazed with its blood-red eyes, and Evil Wing closed its mouth with a clang, resolutely remaining silent.

With a thud, the front cabin door of the destroyer opened.

Shura stood up, cape solidified behind it, sword in hand, and slowly entered.

Mu Fan said nothing, only glancing at Saran and then entering with hands behind his back.

This time, the Iron Tribe hesitated no longer, but brought their belongings and entered one after another. An Iron Tribe child, weighing about 100 kilograms, curiously touched Evil Wing's tail when passing by and instantly his eyes lit up.

"The metal on this big-tailed dragon is so peculiar, it can move!"

The child's exclamation instantly attracted the attention of peers, and when a group of green eyes gazed over, Evil Wing howled in surprise and broke free from the pressure of the ruins, fearful as it dashed wildly past the destroyer, plunged eagerly, and flew out of this transit-like bubble space.

This group of dwarves, actually wanted to make a move on it!

A group of dwarves carrying pickaxes and hoes might truly disassemble it.

This world is too frightening.

...

Finally, when the excited yet anxious Iron Tribe fully boarded the destroyer, Mu Fan completely departed the Steel Ruins.

Under the curious eyes of Saran and others, this vast and majestic starry universe revealed itself for the first time to the Iron Tribe.

The seed of the starry sea silently planted in their hearts at this moment.

When destiny coincides, that's life's opportunity.

Clearly, the Iron Tribe seized this opportunity.

...

Thud!

Mu Fan placed the wooden board found at the Layela Elder's residence on the mechanical platform.

"Analyze what this is."

Black manipulated mechanical arms to seize the wooden board, scanned it, and the ancient patterns were projected onto the screen.

"Similar to tribal totems."

"No... The seventy-four patterns in this design surprisingly exhibit axial symmetry... The numerical values of these three patterns' edges are very intriguing..."

The screen began rolling frantically, Black's voice shifting from initial indifference, to excitement, then to caution, and finally, only Mu Fan's breathing remained in the command room.

Until an hour later, Black's voice suddenly sounded: "Several numbers in this design correspond to some inexplicable starry values in the database. If one or two numbers match, it could be coincidence. But once the repetition reaches a hundred, it can no longer be called a coincidence. Mu Fan, the pattern on this wooden board likely has a long history."

"This pattern involves some legends of deities in the Federation database..."

"Is it a god's totem then?"

Mu Fan said strangely.

"Without evidence, I dare not conclude, even this master atheist is beginning to suspect what unseen things might exist in this universe."

"Record it, collect data at any time, and inquire Instructor Ruan about matters concerning the Ancient God Worship Altar when meeting him."

If the secret of opening spatial rifts at the Ancient God Worship Altar can be found, then according to Shura's world-breaking departure at Purple Jade Star, perhaps there is a way to find replenishment for energy.

Mu Fan supported himself at the command console edges, as a segment of the star map projected forward under his drag, revealing Blue Capital Star prominently.

"Reconfigure the team, you coordinate the return of the Iron Clan and Evil Wing to Shadow Island. Shura to accompany me to Blue Capital Star Ring, needing to meet with Harry and the others."

"Additionally, Thunderhawk ought to be retrieved from Ding Chuan."

Mu Fan's gaze was calm.

That mecha, does not belong to Ding Chuan.

...

Shura's energy is dwindling, still needing to resist the invasion of this universe's impure energy.

Mu Fan does not know how many more enemies the imminent large-scale ruins exploration will encounter.

Shura's state clearly isn't enough to sustain continuous combat.

If an SSS-class true Demon God Machine reappears, Shura, with only 4.62% energy left, will likely face dire straits...

Therefore, he needs to retrieve Thunderhawk now!

Then driving Thunderhawk, searching for ruins, searching for usable energy for Shura!

Having lost the Federation's military resources, everything now must rely solely on oneself.

Hope all goes well.

Mu Fan gazed calmly at the star map.

At this moment, the blue planet had already been marked by Black with over thirty faction flags.