Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1014 - 787: Who Is Piloting That Spaceship?
Daisendari let out a gasp because from this moment on, the ever-increasing speed of the Moon Language Spaceship began to decline for the first time!
He looked up into the distance. Despite having destroyed four warships in succession, at this moment, there were two more Heavy Assault Ships closing in infinitely on the Moon Language.
This time, those Assault Ships seemed to be wary of Moonbow Crossbow’s attack capabilities, so they didn’t get too close but hung back from a distance, continuously coordinating with the firepower units for bombardment suppressive fire.
Additionally, an interstellar torpedo ship came into the picture, and six photon torpedoes came crashing in with terrifying destructive force.
At the edge of his vision, he even saw faint black shadows beginning to spread from the two Assault Ships.
"Air Force Mecha Army, photon torpedoes... damn it, do they want us to die without a trace?"
"Hold steady."
Daisendari yanked the control stick, and the spaceship abruptly soared upwards against the trend.
The pure white trails of the torpedoes instantly streaked past from underneath the ship, and after disappearing into the starry sky not far ahead, they silently rose into dreadful mushroom clouds.
That was the extreme distance set for the photon torpedoes to detonate.
They evaded the first wave of attack, but as for the second wave...
While the ship was delayed by the photon torpedo assault, those shadows launched from the warships were already stealthily closing in.
The outlines of those shadows also gradually became clearer.
They were...
Around twelve-meter-tall earth-colored mechas whose armor made Mu Fan instinctively squint his eyes.
Those mechas, seen from afar, weren’t as exquisite as those from the Federation or the Interstellar Mecha Association.
Yet they possessed a unique natural aesthetic.
The mechas were outfitted with wooden-textured armor plates at their elbows, shoulders, waists, and knees, resembling ancient samurai clad in Wood Armor and Iron Armor.
"The Third Flying Division..."
All those earth-colored mechas were equipped solely with crossbows as weapons.
The mecha fleet, tiny as dust in the vastness of space, was swiftly armed into an enormous space crossbow formation.
The next moment, the space was awash with green, as hundreds of green light points overwhelmed the sky.
However, these light points were not assaulting the Moon Language Spaceship but were covering a space further ahead.
"The Crossbow Kill Formation, it really lives up to what I taught you back then."
Daisendari suddenly turned around, his eyes serious yet pleading at this moment.
"Mu Fan, Daisendari requests you to... protect the Princess. I know this request is unreasonable now... but I no longer have a choice."
This sturdy man, who previously held a grudge against Mu Fan, now placed one hand on his chest and bowed heavily, knowing full well that their previous deal was a joke. He was deeply grateful that Mu Fan hadn’t left already.
But as soon as he bent down, his arm was supported by another pair of strong hands.
Mu Fan looked into the eyes of Daisendari that began to seethe with ferocity and determination and asked in a deep voice, "I’ve never gone back on my word. What do you plan to do?"
The sturdy man lowered his head with a bitter smile. When he looked up again, his face no longer showed any hesitation, only the purest intent to kill and do battle.
"I’m going to hold back the Crossbow Kill Formation and those traitors. If you don’t leave... then the Princess’s safety is temporarily in your hands. I’ve already set the route for the Moon Language Spaceship; all I ask is that you do everything to ensure the Princess remains unharmed."
"Alright." Mu Fan nodded.
The sturdy man across didn’t understand what Mu Fan’s nod meant, but he got the answer he wanted, letting go of his last worry.
"Deploy... the Slicer!"
Daisendari’s eyes were filled with ferocious determination, transforming at this moment into the purest Iron-blooded Warrior, silently opening a black hole in the side wall of the command cabin.
Approaching the doorway, he took one last look at Princess Yue Xi, who was securely fastened in her seat.
"Your Highness, Daisendari is leaving now."
He said, then this sturdy man leaped into the pitch-black hole with a single step.
Thud...
Even though the opening shut, Mu Fan still heard a faint echo of landing.
Slicer engaged.
Mecha hatch open.
Launch!
Three successive messages flashed across the light screen.
In the next second, a menacing mecha, enveloped entirely in a bluish light and about 20 meters tall, swiftly surged into space.
A three-dimensional view equally vividly presented the scene in the battle capture device.
The mottled bluish Wood Armor seemed to be stained with dark red remnants from blood, and the degree of armor plating far exceeded that of ordinary mechas.
In its left hand, it held a heavy wooden round shield, and with its right, it wielded a sharp spear, the spearhead gleaming with metallic luster.
Densely lined behind the shoulders were four rows of peculiar folded darts.
This is the exclusive mecha of Daisendari—[Slicer]!
When it appeared in space, the spear in its hand spun in a circle and picked up a whole row of folded darts on its back, pointing high above its head.
The densely arranged folded darts instantly dispersed, spinning around the tip of the spear.
The Slicer’s spear slowly pressed down, then suddenly threw it backward!
A green light pattern instantly spread out, sweeping towards the space above the Moon Language Spaceship.
When the green light pattern touched the massive net of the Crossbow Kill Formation above the Moon Language Spaceship, a sea of fire erupted in Mu Fan’s vision, with an earth-shattering force, as if several nuclear bombs simultaneously exploded.
Now Mu Fan understood why Daisendari was so concerned about the Crossbow Kill Formation.
In Mu Fan’s vision, the Slicer seemed to glance back at the increasingly distant Moon Language Spaceship, then plunged into the deep space without looking back!
Like a phantom, the Slicer pierced the firmament with its spear.
One by one, the Flying Division mechas were silently pierced through by the spear, blossoming into fiery flowers.
...
"The Slicer has appeared; now it’s just a cornered beast fighting desperately."
Councilman Lu, with a hooked nose, glanced at the light screen and sneered coldly, "Colonel Jiang, the top firepower on that warship has already been deployed. Next, let us quietly enjoy your performance."
The rigid and silent Gardot Empire commander made no response, only nodding slightly.
"Firepower units, launch."
"Restore the disguised target variable, commence focused fire strike."
It turns out that all along, they had the correct navigation trajectory of that spaceship, only pretending not to know.
This time, a rain of light twice as dense as before poured from the warship, aiming to directly destroy the Moon Language Spaceship, as Daisendari had already left the ship!
Daisendari, engaged in combat on the battlefield, widened his eyes at this scene.
Alarming sirens blared in the command cabin.
Mu Fan’s tall figure stood proudly in the spacious command cabin.
At the distant cabin door stood two shivering maids, their eyes filled with fear, yet they mustered the courage to say to Mu Fan, "If it’s really impossible... please take the princess and escape first? We’re not afraid to die."
The two petite maids looked pitiable, but their tone grew increasingly firm.
Behind them, Princess Yuexi’s eyes were bright as she spoke again, determined this time to persuade Mu Fan to leave.
Yuexi, you cannot harm your friends.
However, this time, Mu Fan directly raised his hand, interrupting Yuexi’s words.
Looking into those three pairs of expectant eyes, he...
shook his head.
The hope in the two maids’ eyes instantly turned to ashes.
"You, you, you, we misjudged you! Wuwuwu..."
The two maids burst into tears in exasperation.
Yet the next moment, Mu Fan calmly said, "I mean, I’m not leaving."
"Now, hold on tight."
After speaking, he turned around, gazing at the overwhelming rain of light that would engulf the entire spaceship in three seconds.
He spread his left hand, gently pressing it on the central console.
A calm voice softly emerged from Mu Fan’s lips.
"Black, take over the entire ship."
From the palm of his hand, a light wave shone, instantly enveloping the entire command cabin.
At this moment, three pairs of beautiful eyes were simultaneously filled with astonishment, witnessing this highly unusual scene.
In the next second, a violent sense of weightlessness hit.
In the sudden cries of the women, the entire spaceship bizarrely descended dozens of meters, as if an airplane passing through a high-gravity zone suddenly lost control.
A splendid rain of light brushed past the surface of the Moon Language Spaceship.
A faint flame ignited and then extinguished.
In an almost miraculous plummeting position, the Moon Language Spaceship dodged the light rain coverage in the last second!
In the flagship on the other side of the battlefield, the perpetually silent and reticent Empire Colonel Jiang suddenly paused, then looked at Councilman Lu with a strange expression.
"Didn’t you say there was no one? Then now, who’s piloting that spaceship!"
