Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

"Good riddance, good riddance, hahahaha, just like that, dead!"

Inside the VIP observation room of the Sky Mother Ship, Donatello's sickly laugh shook the water in the glasses.

When he saw that black mecha, which had almost become a thorn in his side, being struck into the canyon's rock face and bursting into a shower of fragments, the dark clouds that had long been oppressing Donatello's heart dissipated in an instant and he touched the long-lost sunlight.

The air was filled with goodness everywhere!

While everyone else's attention was on the earth-shattering battle between the two mechas, Donatello's eyes were only on those shattered pieces on the ground.

Those were fragments of the Extreme Special Soldier's armor!

Hahaha, just thinking about it was exciting.

You can't understand the mind of a neurotic with normal thinking.

Gaoling Ze now thought that Donatello had gone mad, acting so exaggeratedly just to deal with a college student and even calling on the Patrol Mechanical Master squadron.

If it had been him, Gaoling Ze would not have dared to do so.

"How wonderful! My Blue Capital military dream of being in the top 32 is over, but you've lost your life, hahaha!"

Every time he remembered Mu Fan's indifferent and calm expression, Donatello felt as if ants were gnawing at his heart, a feeling of humiliation he definitely did not want.

Now, it was all over!

As for whether the battle between the two mechas could affect the Sky Mother Ship above, he wasn't worried.

This was the Mecha Association's Sky Mother Ship, with many High Tier Mechanical Masters on board.

The real high-level warship force fields were no joke.

Anyway, as long as you didn't crowd to the front, it was impossible to be hurt by the aftershocks.

His eyes reflected the bursts of Fiery Fire from afar and the streaks of afterimages left in the sky.

Donatello closed his eyes and took a deep breath; at this moment, everything had come full circle.

Everything was back under his control!

This feeling was just wonderful.

...

Even now, it seemed that everyone's attention was in the sky, on that mecha battle.

Spectators at the center of the vortex trembled with fear, while countless people on the net had a schadenfreude mindset.

People were looking forward to the final outcome of the two mechas.

Such a spectacle, rarely seen in a lifetime, was easily a hundred times more thrilling than the previous battles!

But people had forgotten why this all started, they forgot why the Strangling Demon Snake had appeared, selectively forgetting why the Thunderhawk confronted it!

All they knew was that when evil arose, so must justice, which fits their ideal standard for a great war epic.

Those who weren't there would always treat this as child's play.

The only ones who truly cared about the massive crater on the side of the 19th canyon were those hot-blooded companions who had come all this way together.

If Mu Fan were still alive, he would be joyful, for there were still many who were praying for him...

Those classmates and companions who were directly or indirectly connected to him and influenced by his charisma.

You are Ding Chuan's pride as a newcomer, you must survive!

Among the billions of viewers, this small group seemed insignificant, but their wishes shone like gold.

Below the dense clouds, wracked with flashes of lightning, a light drizzle fell.

In the center of the huge crater on the high rock face, the Extreme Special Soldier embedded in the wall with its back facing out, the huge, profound hole in the center was shocking.

This was the result of being struck by the S+ grade mecha's main weapon—the Snake Shadow Demon Trace Cannon.

If Andumari were not disturbed, he would undoubtedly praise the hardness of this mecha.

This was a main cannon powerful enough to blast through warships below level 7; ordinary mechas under this kind of attack would have probably become just fragments scattered on the ground.

Definitely not like this mecha, which only had a huge central hole.

But it made no difference; the Mechanical Master was already as dead as could be.

Without a cockpit, how could one be alive?

That's a joke.

But, is this really a joke?

Since no one could stay still under the Thunderhawk and Strangling Demon Snake, no one would be unharmed standing in front of that vast hole, looking into its deep recesses.

This straight pathway penetrated about thirty meters into the rock face, after which the deep hole did not spread any further.

It was the bottom of the pit.

Yet, within this dark pit, there was a metallic ball, flattened considerably.

Its luster was somewhat similar to the exterior shell of the Extreme Special Soldier, yet quite different.

The gloss seemed a bit brighter, and there were some flowing lights on the shell.

These dim glimmers were particularly noticeable in the dark pit.

If Dr. Aubrey from Loki Heavy Industry's Meteorite Base were here, he would undoubtedly exclaim—

This is the cockpit of an Extreme Special Soldier!

The unique cockpit featured a proprietary Gframe dual buffering device, incredibly defensive against energy and physical impacts.

Loki Heavy Industry's prototype, codenamed Zero, seemed to have taken pilot protection to the extreme.

Once, when facing Arabella's Wind Speed Competitor, the Extreme Special Soldier had, in an extremely short amount of time, escaped the electromagnetic pulse disruption.

However, no one had truly tested what effect this dual buffer would have when a sudden attack exceeded the critical threshold, not even its creator, Dr. Aubrey, could say.

Outside, the world was turned upside down, and countless people were converging here.

Yet, this place remained as quiet as ever.

In this cockpit, already squashed to half its size, all the power sources seemed severely damaged, only the faint light from the buttons remained, and it was dark inside.

On the quiet seat, a figure lay motionless.

To be precise, it was the deformed seat, crushed by pressure, that wedged the figure between itself and the screen.

Drip, drip…

The sound of water droplets echoed distinctly in the cockpit.

But these "droplets" were exceptionally dark, and a smell of blood rose in the entire cockpit.

It was human blood!

It was… Mu Fan's warm blood!

The control panel lay almost parallel to the body, heavily pressed on his chest.

The young man's face was pale, eyes tightly shut, and blood oozed from his features, most notably the froth of blood surging from his nostrils and mouth.

In the ears of this shadow, there was an urgent voice calling out, sounding both far and near. But one thing was certain: the tone was extremely, extremely urgent.

"Mu Fan, your breathing and pulse are weakening. If you have any consciousness left, you must hold on, you must!"

"Mu Fan, your pulse has dropped another 8%. Can you hear my voice? I am Black, I am Black Egg!"

"Mu Fan, this lord isn't joking with you anymore; this lord just wishes you well. Our fleet is still waiting outside for your command."

"Mu Fan… my program has developed a segment capable of self-dissolution, and it's making me very uncomfortable. But I don't want to cut this segment out."

"Mu Fan… your pulse has risen by 5%. Did you hear me?"

"Do you remember the days when we fought side by side on Loga Star? You were always lucky, and I'm sure you won't be in any trouble now."

"Mu Fan, could you say a word to me, please? I am begging you!" The voice of Black in his ear was on the verge of collapse.

This intelligent life form, which often prided itself on its greatness, felt like a homeless child at this moment.

For Mu Fan, his spirit world was where Black existed as a unique memory in the universe, also where this intelligence first found its sense of belonging.

But now, the sky belonging to Black had collapsed.

Drip, drip…

Under the unseen pilot suit, on the chest area, two small, exquisite tokens had been pressed together, deeply embedded into Mu Fan's body.

The wooden token carved with "Mu" was on top, spotted with crimson.

The metal token engraved with "Fan" was beneath, already…

Completely stained with blood!

The young man's body had multiple wounds that were profusely bleeding, these streams of blood eventually gathered and fell to the ground from his fingertips, from the edge of his clothes, making a dripping sound.

Under the seat in the cockpit, the warm, scarlet blood had already pooled.

However, what was strange was that from the wound where the Iron Token was completely embedded in the chest, no blood dripped down the edge of the token!

A drop of blood emerged from the edge, just as it was about to roll off the end.

Hiss, it evaporated instantly—

As if scorched by fiery fire.

And with these droplets of blood seeping out, rolling, evaporating, the Iron Token marked with "Fan" seemed like a beating heart…

Started to show a faint, noticeable…

Vibrant red!

The color of pulsing blood!

The color of blood flowing like life blinked on and off, like the breath of an infant.

Hum~

An invisible wave radiated from the Iron Token at that moment, penetrating the cabin, the rock walls, spreading to the higher skies, transcending time and space…