Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1355 - 90: Want to Leave? Did You Ask Me First?

Capítulo 1355: Chapter 90: Want to Leave? Did You Ask Me First?

Chapter 90

Even if he witnessed the Unicorn being smashed to pieces by Thunderhawk, he wouldn’t be this out of control.

But now, what was he seeing?

Under the command of the Miracle Warship, with all mecha and the main ship maintaining the [Heroic Spirit Protection] connection, the S-class mecha [Unicorn], which was supposed to share damage equally, bore all the damage alone!

Those two consecutive ice arrows, breaking through the spatial blockade, pierced through the Unicorn!

Andumari didn’t utter a single word before dying, because he couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, with his body and soul utterly frozen and shattered.

This was something that had never occurred in Paimon’s combat career.

The beam of the Heroic Spirit could not be obstructed by anything in the universe.

Unless separated by a planet.

But now… why…

Did the Ancient God abandon its believers?

At this moment, all the Gatepost Knights were uncharacteristically silent; there was even a momentary pause in their siege against Thunderhawk.

“Paimon…”

“We did not feel any wave of damage sharing.”

The voices that followed were exceedingly solemn.

This was a situation they hadn’t encountered in all their years of interstellar domination.

“Change the primary target, hold Thunderhawk, annihilate the white Bow Mecha.”

Paimon paused, then continued, “Their attack method naturally counters the Main Angel’s warship skill, so pay no mind to damage sharing next.”

After speaking, Paimon closed his eyes, slowly raising his arms.

Cold indifference spread across his incredibly handsome face.

Within the palace-like bridge, countless metal pipelines instantly shot out, piercing into his head.

Then, in the solemn gaze of his surrounding subordinates, he floated into the air!

All scenes of the cosmic battlefield began to synchronize into his mind.

“From now, I’ll command.”

This icy resolve instantaneously synchronized through beams into the minds of all Gatepost Knights.

The expressions on everyone’s faces turned to seriousness and coldness.

The waltz of the battlefield finally began to dance.

For at this moment, the fleet’s supreme will was finally angered.

The strongest commander of Solomon, telekinesis master—Paimon.

…

A white trajectory suddenly darted through the universe.

The Peacock King, set to be pierced from the side, bizarrely moved backward like a puppet, allowing the giant ice arrow to vanish into the deep space.

In an instant, a straight piercing corridor appeared on a small asteroid in the distance.

“That kind of attack…”

Mu Fan’s pupils suddenly shrunk to a point.

This was exactly like when the 72nd Gatepost Andumari’s raid on Blue Capital Star failed, and Solomon’s fleet was attacked outside the atmosphere.

Unknown piercing attacks instantly turning fleets into dead relics.

Screened by countless passing ships, that scene of the fleet floating alone in space was captured.

Mu Fan, recently awakened, also took notice.

Yet, from beginning to end, he didn’t know who launched the attack.

The Federation was investigating, and so was he.

The truth finally revealed itself.

After driving the Extreme Special Soldier into the ground by the 72nd Gatepost Knight Andumari, Lu Qingxue accomplished it all.

“My attack seems to ignore their defenses.”

Lu Qingxue’s cold voice carried some doubt.

She had seen the beam dissolve Thunderhawk’s attack earlier inside the warship.

But why did [Frost Angel]’s attack suppress such bizarre damage sharing? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Mu Fan’s voice was abrupt yet halted: “Blue Capital Star… it was you.”

“Back then, I thought you were dead.”

Lu Qingxue’s calm voice reached his ears, eternally icy.

But behind that mundane tone lay her deeply buried emotions.

Mysteriously, since the moment they met, their destinies intertwined.

“This time, together.”

Lu Qingxue’s cold voice, unwavering, reached him.

Mu Fan’s lips curled into a smile, veins popping on his right hand like a mighty dragon, as his five fingers clenched into a fist, electricity crackling wildly.

“Alright, I’ll defend while you attack.” Mu Fan responded solemnly.

At this moment, the one-armed Thunderhawk, imposing and ferocious, charged forward past all mechas and then… boldly turned around!

“Hm.” A reply with a scent akin to Snow Lotus drifted to Mu Fan’s ear.

A single word, needless of explanation, spoke volumes.

…

The changes among the ten Gatepost Knights were subtle, but for Mu Fan, the instinct honed by thousands of battles allowed him to pinpoint slight shifts instantly.

The intensity of the attack from five mechas had reduced by roughly one-tenth, and simultaneously, the enemy’s encirclement began expanding.

With Mu Fan’s curt reminder: “Target shift.”

Encased in metal armor like a valiant Female War God, Lu Qingxue’s gaze turned icy.

Arms raised again!

Arch the bow like the moon!

On the string of the Big Snow Bow, the third ice arrow glimmered with brilliance.

Eyes calm as water.

Through it all, focused and undistracted.

Her cold, beautiful eyes gazed ahead, finally landing on that…

Ultra-mobile mecha capable of activating the teleportation array—[Dark Pentagram]!

She saw it sever Thunderhawk’s arm earlier.

The bowstring vibrated.

Frost Angel, slender and graceful, like a goddess lost to humanity, released an arrow equally divine.

A halo of ice mist exploded before the mecha, the ice arrow transformed into a stream of light, piercing through space barriers instantly.

The 69th Gatepost Knight—Calabi, felt a stabbing pain in his brain instantly.

Paimon’s cold resolve precisely transmitted into his mind, aligning command with trajectory.

In this moment, the Holy Spirit Fleet acted as a single entity.

Under his control, the Dark Pentagram mecha abruptly changed direction, gold pentagrams instantly crystallized in front.

With one step forward, spanning kilometers, one foot ignored space and moved ahead.

This was a stable-state super short-range space fold!

This scene mirrored when Gu Yunyou, using [Deity Weapon], strolled across the skies of the Capital Star… how similar!

Only, it traveled a shorter distance, with half a second more preparation time.

But it didn’t really matter.

Calabi’s gaze was chillingly cold, as the mecha’s palms began to emit a sudden golden glow.

Once emerged, it would reactivate the teleportation array!

That Bow Mecha, they aimed to shred to fragments!

Yet at this moment, an intense pain suddenly surged in his brain.

Voices of faint exclamation from companions resounded briefly.

“Accelerate!”

Paimon’s angry roar reverberated within the soul.

Hm?

[I’ve already passed…]

The mecha’s frame strangely halted, Calabi glanced back, horrified.

Simultaneously igniting dozens of explosions across its back, Thunderhawk charged like a frenzied beast, enduring all attacks, blitzing forth at unmatched speed.

Its only remaining massive hand abruptly clenched around [Dark Pentagram]’s vanishing right leg, and then yanked ferociously.

Kilometers away, the mecha with its foot not yet stepped forward was pulled back instantly!

Within the CICH light sphere, Mu Fan’s gaze turned cold.

“You wanted to leave—did you consult me?”

Thunderhawk, giant-like, lifting the Dark Pentagram single-handedly, swung it backhand!

The ice arrow instantly pierced Dark Pentagram’s head.

Tight formations of ice crystals enveloped the entire mecha in a flash.

Those ice crystals spread to the mecha’s rear, silently freezing the virtual beam…

“Suppress.” Lu Qingxue’s cold voice resonated nearby.

Mu Fan’s lips raised into a cruel arc.

He lifted his gaze towards the all-encompassing incoming attacks.

Released grip.

Letting the frozen Dark Pentagram fly sideways.

Twisting waist, bending elbows, retracting fists.

Stanced with tension, accumulating power.

A profoundly standard yet overwhelmingly domineering punching stance.

On Thunderhawk, graced with indescribable violent beauty.

Calabi’s eyes widened in sudden rage!

“No—”

In a moment that could move mountains, Thunderhawk, in wildly aggressive form, punched ferociously.

Instantly, the punch pierced through the chest.

Solomon’s 69th Gatepost—Calabi, pulverized into dust.

The battlefield, recently alive like a waltz, froze momentarily.