Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy

Accompanied by a sensation that flashed by with a slight tingle, the blue light cluster suddenly expanded, releasing countless densely packed radioactive electric nets from its dazzling core.

These electricity nets flared violently, then contracted forcefully!

In front of Burton Gale, those accompanying small ships were instantly captured by these electric nets and pulled together.

It was similar to some kind of black hole's adhesive force, but without the ability to crush everything into powder. It merely bound these ships together.

A series of blue electric nets enveloped those ships like a fishing net, immobilizing them.

"Report to the Clan Leader, those blue nets seem to have blocked communications. We can't get in touch with the captured ships."

A subordinate said anxiously.

With his chest heaving violently, Burton Gale watched as the fleet that had just dispersed at his command was forcibly gathered back together.

"What kind of attack is this? Find out for me."

"Clan Leader, this attack resembles a type of binding force field. We'll need to create an isolation field for counteraction." The calculation team quickly reported the data.

"Deploy the Mecha Army to isolate the enemy's response force field. What about the remaining Killer Whale Gunships?"

"Clan Leader..."

When Burton Gale looked up and saw his gunship fleet chasing after the red mecha flying erratically, he was almost furious to the point of exploding.

Especially after witnessing the mecha's enigmatic maneuvers and mystifying posture, he clenched his fists so tightly that they made popping sounds.

"Tell that stupid pig, if they can't hit it, then send the mecha over. Do I need to teach them everything?"

It had been a long time since such a large formation was dispatched, only to find that these subordinates were all a bunch of useless fools.

Recalling the scene when his son Sebu Gale returned: those warriors, full of killing aura and silent, his heart twisted in pain.

Those elite troops... all sacrificed.

Wait!

The middle-aged man, almost knocked out by rage, suddenly raised his head.

If even the warships and troops from Solomon were wiped out, then how powerful must the true enemy be?!

A feeling of unease flashed through his mind, and he turned his gaze to the warships bound by the massive blue nets.

The engines of those warships, which were initially extinguished, began trying to start again, emitting flames from their tails.

The enemy's attack could not have come out of nowhere; binding alone had no substantial damage.

So what was the enemy's purpose?

It was only now that Burton Gale finally realized a massive crisis.

He had rushed in without acquiring even a shred of intelligence.

He committed the cardinal sin of blindly advancing in fleet warfare!

"What about the source of those light spear attacks? Have they discovered it yet?"

"Report to the Clan Leader, currently locking on, energy source detected at..."

[Warning: Radar locking alert!]

[Warning: Incoming attack!]

The piercing alarms resounded once more in the command room. This time, without a single word from the intelligence officer, everyone saw through the observation window a long chain of light beams almost forming a straight line.

"What is... that?"

A nearly two-kilometer-long river of light stood up like a waterfall, crashing down fiercely.

A cluster of ships bound by the blue energy net was instantly penetrated by the dense rain of light spears.

The continuous light rivers swept past everyone, taking away all life from that battle group, leaving only debris.

The remaining...

And Burton Gale's mood was as if drenched by this downpour on the fleet...

"The 9th squadron's 46 ships... completely wiped out."

The intelligence officer turned around and said bitterly.

Burton Gale did not speak, only covered his mouth with his right hand, coughed violently, and blood oozed from his fingers.

"Lock on target."

[Warning: Incoming attack!]

The two alerts were issued nearly simultaneously.

The despair-inducing light spear attack surged out from the deep space of the universe again, and at the same time, when the giant blade-like black battleship appeared on the light screen.

The densely packed ancient giant crossbows on the deck left everyone in the flagship utterly shocked.

"What kind of... warship is this?"

No one answered. Another wave of light spears fell like rain, and a battle group that had just broken free from the Magnetic Energy Swamp Net, after a wailing for help on the communication channel, was completely swallowed up.

"The 21st squadron's 52 ships... completely annihilated."

The Gale family members, who had never formally experienced large-scale combat, were all stunned by the gruesome scene.

Originally disorganized battle thoughts were utterly disrupted at this moment.

Some ships that were close to the range of the light spear attack turned their bows, attempting to detach from the group and head away.

Being executed by the Family Head's order or dying now, they chose the former.

In space, human lives are not worth more than money, and the destruction of a ship means the death of hundreds of vibrant lives.

Mu Fan, who was always suspended in the cockpit, gazed indifferently at the sea of flames, with Black persistently reporting in his ear.

"Dawn energy reserves remaining 45%..."

"Remaining 35%..."

Each wave of attack meant a visible 10% depletion.

Even for Mu Fan, it was his first time seeing Dawn's terrifying scene when fighting against low-level fleet groups.

Differing from the Land of Bright Star, in space, the Shadow Fleet occupied a superb terrain advantage in the dark.

Compared to direct combat at that time, the Dawn Battleship in surprise attack mode demonstrated several times its power.

The result of a 15-minute energy accumulation was wave after wave of enemy harvest.

Levels above 7 are ineffective, but for fleets below level 7, it deals devastating damage.

In this vast ocean of war, the mecha is truly insignificant and negligible.

"One more volley of light spear rain, and it will reach the warship's emergency energy line. The binding effect of the Magnetic Energy Swamp Net hasn't disappeared yet," Black's voice rose, fulfilling its role as an intelligent assistant diligently.

"Hmm."

Mu Fan nodded lightly.

When the last wave of light spear rain arranged in formation was launched.

An asteroid suddenly exploded with a shockwave more than two kilometers in diameter, a black and blood-threaded figure tore through the backdrop.

This scene of billowing smoke also happened to fall into Burton Gale's eyes.

After five consecutive strikes, the fleet abruptly reduced by one-third.

At this moment, Burton Gale's heartache was almost beyond relief.

A century's foundation of the entire family was crumbling nearly in half.

"What is that?" he murmured in inquiry.

"...Radar... has no response." The crew looked up in horror.

The optical imaging device and radar response map presented two completely different results.

Burton Gale listlessly waved his hand, no longer in need of any tracking.

Through the enormous observation window, he could clearly see the blood-colored meteor approaching directly in space.

The brilliance, dazzling, no longer requiring any device to lock on.

The blood-colored shadow drew a light trail tens of kilometers long behind it...

People couldn't see what was inside the massive light source body; they only saw this "meteor" smash heartily into another fleet group.

Like an atomic blast on the ground causing a shockwave, a distorted fiery electric arc spread from the collision center, and then a shower of fragments burst open like a squeezed water bladder.

A nimble and small black figure drifted out from the other side of the sea of flames, then slowly hovered in space, with a scarlet cloak unfurling dramatically behind it.

Mu Fan's gaze shifted lightly from the rear-view curtain, as he now finally understood why mechas above the Super Series could be referred to as strategic weapons.

He could also guess what a big deal Ruan Xiongfei accomplished back in the day.

The Broken Sword Knight Medal... perhaps corresponds to the title of "Star Slayer."

When a mecha reaches S level or above, numbers truly don't matter as much.

Because the qualitative difference is difficult to compensate with quantity.

To this point, Shura's sword has not been drawn.

Maybe it won't need to be drawn after this.

Shura's blood red eyes lifted, quietly turning to survey the surrounding.

...

"Report to the Clan Leader, an unfamiliar communication is coming in."

The enormous light screen flickering with alarms suddenly calmed down, popping up an immense communication request box.

The entire flagship fell silent instantly, with everyone looking toward their Clan Leader.

Burton Gale had already calmed entirely, giving a silent, cold laugh as he raised his head to look at them.

"You all want to live, do you?"

He casually raised a blue button glistening with brilliance, his expression strange.