Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1425 - 160: Blizzard
As Mu Fan was swiftly making his way through the ruins, he suddenly raised his head.
The face armor opened, and instantly a layer of frost formed on his eyebrows, but his attention was focused on the ice particles silently solidifying in the air, now crackling against his face.
The howling wind began to swirl in the silent night.
Rustle... rustle...
Rustle... rustle...
A faint sound started to rise by his ears.
The wind came suddenly and changed even more abruptly.
Almost instantly, the wind became violent.
The icy sand in the air began to congeal into strips of ice crystal.
When he felt the increasingly fierce wind, Mu Fan raised his head, looking at the pitch-black night sky, and the face armor came down in an instant.
With a bang, a 20-centimeter-long ice crystal hit the helmet and shattered.
Crack crack!
Countless ice crystals struck the surface of the Dragon Rider armor, kicking up a flurry of ice flowers.
In this whistling night, the ghostly green glow in Mu Fan's eyes faded away, replaced by strands of a flowing blood-red hue.
Like sedimented red wine or dark red bloodstains.
At this moment, his terrifying nocturnal vision akin to a predatory beast was revealed.
At the edge of his vision, a massive shadow came hurtling through the winds, slowly emerging.
The gale swept over the dark clouds, its mighty force vast and boundless.
"...Blizzard..."
A murmur came from beneath the face armor.
The steaming breath instantly turned into icy sand, blown away by the fierce wind.
Mu Fan even saw the huge rocks on the hills being effortlessly swept up, becoming a part of this storm.
Clearly, just when everyone thought the night would pass quietly, the ruins once again used a unique way to remind everyone that this was an ancient relic where anything was possible.
"We can't continue on this path."
In an instant, Mu Fan made a decision.
In this kind of storm, visibility was hindered, and amidst the gale, boulders were mixed in. Being caught off guard could result in severe internal injuries.
If he insisted on proceeding, he might encounter other troubles.
With his eyes cast downward, Mu Fan rushed towards a high ground against the fierce wind, surveying the location of the nearest golden beam.
Approximately three kilometers away...
The blizzard grew even fiercer.
[Temporary rest for the night.]
Mu Fan strode down the hillside.
As the blizzard hit, he disappeared into it completely.
What Mu Fan didn't see was, behind the blizzard that connected heaven and earth, at the edge of the ruins where almost no one noticed, a layer of transparent membrane was quietly retracting from a static state.
Whether it be hills, streams, or trees, when brushed by this membrane of light, everything turned to nothingness.
What Mu Fan didn't know was that ten minutes after he left, countless ice crystals fell to the ground like raindrops, and two figures quietly emerged.
The two of them moved with limbs on the ground, keeping their bodies incredibly low, advancing like lizards.
Ice crystals fell on their backs, splintering into ice flowers, yet they remained unharmed.
"The trail grows faint here, the storms of the ruins have formed, further tracking is impossible."
"Enter hibernation state." The two men locked eyes, nodding stiffly.
Their arms bizarrely transformed into tendrils, deeply embedding into the ground. After ten seconds, only their back torsos remained level on the ground; when the ice crystals covered them, in no time they blended seamlessly with the surroundings.
As for some who weren't deterred, they sat safely inside the golden light. Out of curiosity, they walked out when they saw the blizzard.
Then as soon as some stepped out, their entire body froze, and the raging storm swept over, shattering them into powder.
Creak, creak...
A clear sound of footsteps came from behind.
One of the resting individuals within the golden light zone abruptly stood up, looking back, drawing a saber alertly.
The slender blade bore two blood grooves, the chilling glint making the weapon appear exceptionally menacing.
"Who!?"
The voice fell, and a figure covered entirely in ice crystals slowly walked into the golden light.
As the ruins' glow illuminated, the ice crystals began to melt rapidly, unveiling a mysterious, cold dark-gold armor. Joints and the chest emitted a flickering ghostly green hue.
With a gentle shake to rid himself of the grime, Mu Fan looked at the other person, a middle-aged man of about forty with a rugged beard on his face.
His knuckles were large, and at first glance, his presence felt as weighty as a mountain.
The opponent was dressed in only a vest and long pants, but the sharpened blade in his hand gave him a sense of understated danger.
[If it weren't for the Dragon Rider, the opponent's physical level would definitely be above his... a Grandmaster of Fighting.]
So Mu Fan squinted his eyes, just staring at the other's wrist.
At the same time, this middle-aged man was also evaluating Mu Fan.
His name was Liao Qiushan, from the Hinchlo Alliance, belonging to a very ordinary mercenary squad. Upon closer inspection, it would be a squad that performed very few tasks in recent years.
This was undoubtedly a covert force cultivated by some larger faction, just bearing a name usually. He had come here not entirely for the ruins but carrying a more important mission.
This area enveloped by the golden beam was where he was driven by the biting cold wind in the night. He didn't want to have unnecessary conflict with others.
Initially, he planned to drive out or kill the intruders.
But when he saw the icy armor, he instantly dismissed the thought.
The armor was covered with 20-centimeter-long ice crystals.
The person clad in this armor moved without a hint of stiffness... which indicated that the wearer was clearly unafraid of the cold.
To have braved such a blizzard and survived, their power must have been astounding.
Hence, the owner of those cold eyes was definitely not to be trifled with.
"Once the storm passes, I'll leave."
But as Liao Qiushan was contemplating, Mu Fan casually spoke, the sentence containing no hostility, nor any sign of fear.
Liao Qiushan's expression relaxed instantly, sensing the calm within the cold voice, the demeanor of the other also easing his guard. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
The dual-groove saber, twirling in a reversed grip, returned to its sheath, and he nodded.
"Let the rock be the boundary, half for each of us."
"Alright."
Seeing the goodwill extended by the other, Mu Fan nodded.
He directly turned and sat by the foot of the rock.
The face armor retracted, and the heart of ghost energy pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, yet Mu Fan cautiously didn't retract the Dragon Rider War Armor.
He tore open a pack of compressed biscuits, threw them directly into his mouth, crunching them down with loud chews before forcefully swallowing.
The harsh sounds made Liao Qiushan, who had just sat down, flinch slightly.
He looked at the wine pouch in his lap, thought for a moment, then grabbed it and tossed it overhand.
"I'm Liao Qiushan, the wine's strong, for keeping warm."
Mu Fan raised his hand, accurately catching the wine pouch.
Pulling out the cork, he scrutinized it for a few seconds... then grinned.
"Mu Fan, thanks."
Tipping his head back, he drank deeply.
