Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 653 - 426: Nine Deaths and No Life

Chapter 653 -426: Nine Deaths and No Life

Qi Longxiang’s calm and collected expression became permanently etched in the hearts of everyone in the command room as the screen went dark.

As a Colonel like the others in this large command room, none of the other officers felt any resentment towards Qi Longxiang’s demeanor.

True soldiers admire only one kind of person, and that is the warrior who survives after countless battles.

Such warriors may possess strength that astonishes the world, and others may have strategies that overlook all beings.

The title of “Military God Qi Longxiang” was quietly circulated within the inner circles of the Capital Star.

A once-in-a-century military genius of the Federation, a master of telekinetic powers, commanding the Staff Department’s Special Service Fleet and forged through numerous major campaigns into an invincible iron-blooded force.

“Seeing is truly believing, maybe I’m just getting old,” Colonel He silently sighed. Just the poise of having everything under control was beyond his reach.

“Let’s hope his reputation precedes him,” said Major General Wang, without the display of Colonel He Gang, merely uttering the words quietly.

With the situation as dire as it was, they wouldn’t let any glimmer of hope slip by!

“General, the Black Knight has moved!”

Suddenly, the communication officer’s voice broke through, and the officers jerked their heads to look behind them.

On the real-time light screen in the back, the towering Black Mecha raised its Riding Spear high and then slowly brought it down, the tip pointing directly at the Mecha below—the Shura.

At the same time, that thunderous voice continued to ring out:

“The humiliation you brought upon me in the past, I will return it all today, and kindly request a battle, Death God.”

The flames of battle in Rein Garneau’s eyes seemed almost to ignite.

Seventeen years—seventeen whole years!

The most painful defeat in Rein Garneau’s history.

The humiliation of the Black Knight’s broken spear.

Recalling that pinnacle battle on White Feather Star years ago, with that terrifying presence that seemed to break through gods and ghosts, the Black Fang Spear that embodied the Empire’s half-century’s technological strength was snapped in a single strike by the opponent.

The opponent’s recklessly brave posture despite being critically injured not only stayed in the hearts of the Empire’s officers present but was also deeply imprinted on Rein Garneau’s own heart.

Because he knew that the Mechanical Master inside that Mecha was… just like him.

Over the years, even after taking over the Imperial Eagle Eye, Rein Garneau had been constantly searching for traces of that terrifying Mecha.

Its sudden appearance and departure during the turbulent times of the Royal Family hid secrets that Rein Garneau was determined to unravel.

Moreover, the humiliation of the broken spear would be avenged someday.

Now, Rein Garneau returned with a new weapon, the Holy Artifact from the Outer Heaven Relics—the Spear of Longinus!

This time, he would settle the score with his fated rival once and for all.

As for the other warships.

“A bunch… of ants.”

His cold words carried an indifference that seemed to etch into one’s bones.

His eyes were fixed on the small black figure below, yet there was no trace of contempt in his heart.

Any opponent who underestimated that Mecha simply because of its size had likely already fallen to that blood-colored long blade.

It seemed as if a chilling wind had passed through the high skies; the billowing red cape rose and then fell…

Huh?

Rein Garneau’s brow furrowed deeply.

“It’s lost an arm!”

Who possessed such might to cause you to lose an arm?

And those mottled shell marks, just as they always were.

What have you been through all these years, Asura!

However, the Shura Mecha at this moment was not the magnificent, blood-thirsty, almost perfectly integrated Shura Machine that Rein Garneau remembered.

The consciousness of Shura had entered an unstable and chaotic state.

Or rather, Shura was even more unstable than Mu Fan this time.

In the cockpit, Mu Fan’s face showed a look of confusion, and even his vacant bloodshot eyes appeared cloudy.

Suddenly powerful energy fluctuations surged from the metal tubes behind his head.

The black metal flexible pipes swelled and then contracted, as the energy finally poured thoroughly into Mu Fan’s brain.

“Ah!”

A piercing scream rang out.

Mu Fan, already on the edge of consciousness and chaos, felt the murderous insanity originally influenced by the blood-colored energy fade slightly, yet more chaotic images flooded his brain.

“Gardot… Black Knight… Mortal enemy, mortal enemy.”

It seemed his brain was forcefully accepting certain memory fragments, yet the massive and chaotic thoughts were pouring in so quickly that they exceeded the limits of his brain’s tolerance.

Drenched in sweat as if it were syrup, Mu Fan’s body started to shake uncontrollably.

In such a bizarre environment, at this incredibly coincidental moment, Mu Fan seemed to have finally touched upon the secrets of his parentage…

However, the harsh surroundings at that moment made it completely impossible for him to gain a clear understanding.

At the same time, the challenging roar from the sky also reached his brain.

Miraculously, when Reingano’s voice clearly entered his mind, the violent fluctuations in Mu Fan’s brain finally calmed down.

But those images that had surged in so violently had now completely vanished; his arm shook unconsciously, and his fist clenched hard before releasing.

Mu Fan’s true consciousness began to slowly awaken.

The long and chaotic dream finally dissipated.

The Shura had actively severed the synchronization with Mu Fan’s consciousness!

At this moment, although Mu Fan heard the question, he was completely unaware of the identity of the Mecha opposite him, hence unable to respond.

Beads of sweat fell to the ground from his body as Mu Fan’s intense breathing steadied; he closed his eyes and tried to organize his thoughts before finally speaking in a weak yet calm voice,

“Shura… who is he?”

Intermittent thought signals were transmitted through the consciousness connector.

“Gardot Empire… Mortal enemy, this battle… nine deaths and a life.”

The intent to die and the will to fight within that consciousness were so intense that Mu Fan’s eyes suddenly widened.

The Shura Mecha, invincible in his eyes, had unexpectedly met its mortal enemy at this moment.

And it was the superpower from across the stars—the Gardot Empire!

“I need detailed information, Shura!”

Mu Fan suppressed the quiver in his voice and strived to speak the sentence calmly.

“Consciousness database severely damaged, 87% data lost, bloodline inheritance… endangered… rescue.”

The last few words were like the delirious mumbles of a warrior with a severe head injury.

At this moment, the Shura seemed not to remember its past, only holding onto the core information about Mu Fan’s bloodline inheritance.

“Host escape, Shura… cover the rear.”

This time, Shura’s dry language clearly communicated its intention.

Mu Fan tried to suppress the aftereffects of the recent turmoil in his mind, striving to connect everything together.

The Shura was the Mecha of his destiny; the metal tag on his chest that could summon it, along with the wooden plate inscribed with the character “Mu,” all these vaguely formed a line.

Today, these clues pointed directly toward the Gardot Empire.

Seventeen years unseen?

He was precisely seventeen years old this year…

For some reason, tears inexplicably began to flow from Mu Fan’s eyes.

His parentage, the lineage he had been desperately seeking for years without success, had finally revealed a trace of a clue.

He had not been abandoned by his parents; he was not forsaken—there must be something more to it!

Then where were his parents?!

Mu Fan’s head shot up, looking toward that towering and terrifying gigantic figure in the sky.

His fist clenched so tight it creaked in that moment.

Seventeen years ago you met the Shura; you once grievously wounded the Shura.

Mortal enemies, nine deaths and a life?

For reasons unknown, the teeth of the youth bit through his lips at that moment.

Blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.

A ferocious and brutal look surfaced from the deepest part of his pupils.

“Even if it’s a fight with no chance of survival… I will not leave.”

In his seventeenth year, the youth finally understood one thing.

He was not, an abandoned child.

Since that was the case…

Then battle it is!