Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1410 - 145: Anyone Bolder Than Me Deserves to Die

Capítulo 1410: Chapter 145: Anyone Bolder Than Me Deserves to Die

Mu Fan, moving like a ghost, was unaffected by the night in the ruins.

Neither his body nor the War Armor Dragon Rider filled with Ghost Energy felt the extreme cold.

Furthermore, he was more powerful in the darkness of the night.

Therefore, at this moment, Mu Fan was at his strongest in combat!

The scars on his wrist had slowly started healing, and the tingling sensation began to emerge. As Mu Fan looked at the thick darkness, the terrifying black and red images flashed in his mind.

The appearance of the puppet “Lin Wu” completely caught him off guard, signaling the involvement of another powerful force that had never been seen before in the ruins.

But why did the opponent… face backlash just as the blood was about to be infused into his body?

Was it his own blood?

Did his blood naturally restrain the puppet body?

Ignoring the opponent’s physical strength, as soon as his blood entered the opponent’s body, it acted like strong acid.

This was enough to overturn everyone’s perception.

“So, my best course of action is to find the second… Lin Wu.”

Mu Fan’s eyes grew brighter.

Find the opponent, ask for their origin, and continue pursuing his birth information!

And in these ruins, finding the opponent was quite simple…

Mu Fan looked down at the inverted scale in his hand.

The warm feeling steadily guided him in a direction.

Apart from him, everyone who entered the ruins was there for the treasure.

“Ultimately, people converge at the place where ancient relics are buried.”

Clenching his hand, Mu Fan moved like a shadow, dashing through the cold night.

…

…

“Honecker is dead.”

Two men in suits came to a halt as they walked towards the golden beam of light.

Of the five gems embedded in their wrists, one dimmed quietly.

“How could Honecker die here?”

“He was the one with a 100% parasitic implementation. Among us five who entered the ruins, he had the strongest power!”

The two conversed in an odd tone, their suits covered with a thin layer of frost, talking while advancing.

Their unabashed conversation was particularly conspicuous in the wilderness.

Several figures stood alertly, looking outward in the golden light ahead.

“This territory is already taken. Get lost.”

A burly man with a face full of scars looked at the pair with a gloomy expression, holding a 50-centimeter long heavy scattergun, an extremely rare three-barreled scattergun.

Behind him, two more slender figures stood, one holding a sniper rifle, the other wielding a saber with serrated edges.

The two talking men stopped.

They looked at the figures in the beam with peculiar eyes that hinted at pity.

“We know this place is taken.”

“That’s why we came.”

Their necks twisted awkwardly as they spoke, their movements strangely stiff, resembling puppets, chilling to the bone.

“Courting death.”

The scar-faced man spat out the words, shaking his wrist.

Boom!

A burst of intense flames erupted.

A figure’s feet sank into the soil, sliding three meters sideways.

The hands supporting his face slowly lowered, revealing a rigid corpse-like face.

“Not bad power.”

A peculiar voice commented.

The burly man was shocked as he saw the most concentrated area of the buckshot blocked by that man’s hands. Yellow fluid seeped from the honeycombed sections of his body and began to heal.

“What… what kind of monster are you?”

The burly man retreated in fear.

“You injured me.”

The suited man frowned, raised his arm, and looked at the burly man…

In a flash, he pierced through the man’s chest!

The man only felt the opponent’s arm was icy cold, with no temperature at all.

Was it too cold in the night…

As the blood rapidly drained, the man’s consciousness plunged into endless darkness, and he dropped his head lifelessly, perishing on the spot.

Bam!

The suited man’s arm, which had pierced the burly man, was immediately severed.

The man’s body fell to the ground.

The suited man saw the figure hiding behind the rock and the sniper rifle being retracted.

Looking at his severed arm on the ground, the suited man spoke in an odd tone, “Sierra Leone, it’s your turn.”

“Hey.”

The second suited man grinned, baring a stiff, ghastly smile as he looked toward the stone.

Suddenly the ground shook, and his punch shattered the rock.

Boom!

Fragments of stone flew, and the arm punched through the rock.

A bone-cracking sound emerged from behind the rock, followed by a body being flung away.

The mercenary’s sniper rifle buckled in half, with a deep fist mark on his chest.

The punch instantaneously ruptured the heart’s aorta.

Blood gushed from the mercenary’s mouth as his eyes bulged out. His body fell heavily to the ground.

Puff!

A saber pierced Sierra Leone’s abdomen.

The second suited man glanced down at the blade protruding through his ribs…

Screech!

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound, the saber was abruptly withdrawn.

Half of Sierra Leone’s abdomen was almost cleaved open.

The mercenary wielded the blade with a cold grin.

But that smile froze on his face.

The suited man, with half his abdomen cut open, turned around with an eerie smile, as yellow fluid sprayed from the wound and retracted like a net.

Huh?

The mercenary was briefly dazed.

A clear crack sounded, a crimson tongue lashed out like a spear from the opponent’s mouth.

With a puff.

The tongue instantly pierced through the mercenary’s left eye, blasting a large bloody hole in the back of his head.

The tongue retracted as Sierra Leone licked his lips and glanced at his companion.

“The hunt is complete.”

“The box is there.”

“Before that, let’s have a meal to repair our bodies.”

The two exchanged a smile.

Crunching sounds began to rise.

The two suited men crouched on the ground, beneath them…

A bloody mess.

They hadn’t opted for full parasitism, so their capabilities were of a lower grade, but still beyond these lowly creatures’ reach.

The bodies of these three served as their meal.

At the rock’s base, a worn wooden box lay quietly.

…

“With my Geoduck-like maneuvers, you think you can surround me, really impressive.”

“Those wilder than me deserved death.”

A youth with tactical glasses, panting heavily, climbed the hill, and his voice trembled out.

“Finally made it, I almost froze stupid.”

A tuft of white hair mischievously lay on his head, tears in his eyes as he warmed his hands. It was none other than Young Master Yin, randomly teleported to an unknown location.

“Mu Fan, Fatty, Xiaoxi, where the hell did you all go? I’m running for my life here.”

When the light enveloped his body, the frost rapidly melted, the familiar warmth returning inside.

Leaning against a rock, White Hair tore open a pack of compressed biscuits and devoured it with water.

The run really drained his energy.

Crunch, crunch.

Rustling sounds emerged as if mice were nibbling on grain.