Mech: Shattering of the Galaxy-Chapter 1427 - 162: Interception (Part 1)

"Why did these beams suddenly go out of control... Thanks just now."

Liao Qiushan gratefully glanced at Mu Fan. If he hadn't been forcefully dragged away, the red beam that swept past him… would have certainly killed him.

He had seen someone burned to ashes!

Mu Fan shook his head indicating it was nothing, standing still with his eyes tightly focused ahead, attempting to discern some pattern from the moving beams.

However, all he saw were disarrayed beams sketching crisscross trajectories.

A red beam met a yellow beam, surprisingly fusing into a blue beam.

And elsewhere on the hillside, a green beam randomly generated.

Wait, this seems to be the pattern!

"Those beams can merge," Mu Fan said, but Liao Qiushan quickly shook his head to interrupt.

"The fusion of those beams has no pattern. I've seen three kinds of results from the same combinations. Regardless of whether the ruins are out of control, we must be cautious from now on."

After speaking, Liao Qiushan moved his body a little, picked up the saber with a blood groove, and stepped forward twice, "Brother Mu Fan, shall we travel together? If we find treasure, you take it first."

When he said this, Liao Qiushan's eyes were filled with sincerity. He wasn't here for the treasure; he carried another important mission, which was now half complete, thanks to the information from Mu Fan.

Besides, Mu Fan had saved his life.

"I need to find my friends, let's part here."

"Alright, be careful on the road."

Neither of them being indecisive, since Mu Fan had other plans, Liao Qiushan did not persuade further.

Grunting lightly, Mu Fan gently lowered his face armor, holding the Dragon Scale in his hand, which was now emitting warmth, pointing northward.

In Mu Fan's view, he could already see the towering figure of the central snow mountain in the distance.

Is the direction of the relic ahead?

He bent slightly, ghost energy instantly enveloping his body, and his pupils flashed with a deep green hue, incorporating the chaotic moving beams into his mind.

At this moment, in a state of absolute calm, these beams in his mind formed a complete holographic map.

"Three... two..."

Liao Qiushan's pupils shrank to a point, as he astonishingly couldn't sense Mu Fan's aura at all.

Except for still being visible, in his spiritual perception, Mu Fan's outline was slowly fading.

What kind of power is this?

Who exactly is this young man!

As Liao Qiushan pondered, he found that no figure stored in his mind matched Mu Fan.

The special force field could distort light.

Unbelievable.

"... One!"

It was now.

Knees slightly bent.

A huge depression appeared on the ground in an instant.

Six Forms: Charging Step.

In a flash, a phantom trailed on the retina, slowly disappearing.

Mu Fan turned into a rapidly twisting ghostly light and dived into the swiftly crossing beams.

At the moment when two red beams were about to close, the twisting ghostly light rubbed the edge and passed through.

This formidable mindset and precise stride left people in awe.

"How can I, Liao Qiushan, fall behind?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up with a hint of a smile, as he was unexpectedly stirred by Mu Fan's competitive spirit, bowing and exploding forward like a cannonball momentarily.

...

...

Clad in snow-white, Lu Qingxue's figure was ethereal, stepping silently.

A night of snowstorm compelled her to relinquish further advance, and as the storm subsided, she emerged once more.

At present, she ran across this barren, overgrown ground.

Her graceful figure danced through the intersecting beams like an elf.

The breeze lifted her smooth green tresses, revealing her cool eyes, deep as an unfathomable pool.

Having achieved the Sword Heart Clarity stage on the Sword Dao path, Lu Qingxue could remain unperturbed even if mountains crumbled before her.

These beams, as she saw it, posed no hindrance, passing through was simply a matter of care.

Many might suffer mental fatigue from prolonged focus, but for Lu Qingxue, a day could be a year, and a year could be a day.

Solitude was her most familiar companion.

If someone witnessed this scene, they would undoubtedly be mesmerized.

Indeed, a youth captivated by her unparalleled beauty was fervently pursuing behind.

"I am Miller, son of Duke Alfred from North Ridge Star Region of the Gardot Empire, serving as the captain of the Third Royal Mecha Guard. May I ask the lady's name, shall we travel together?"

This was the scene when the two first met.

Miller could never forget the graceful figure stepping into the beams draped in wind and snow.

The large bow on her back, the long sword in her hand, her cool demeanor, and peerless beauty instantly struck a chord in him.

"Mind your own business."

These six words were the only ones Lu Qingxue ever said to him.

Yet Miller swore it was the most melodious voice he had ever heard.

Those eyes were so pure, so clear, reflecting his own image...

He couldn't help but fall for the owner of this figure.

The North Ridge Star Region was rivaled only by the Federation's Second Star District, and Duke Alfred held his command there by royal decree for generations.

With military strength far exceeding the Second Star District and favored by the royal family, Miller was the white knight in countless maidens' dreams.

He originally bore the duty of escorting Princess Ying Lin, but after being separated, he found this journey worthwhile.

"For twenty-seven years, I, Miller, have never felt so moved. If I miss her, I'll miss a lifetime,"

Miller murmured to himself while gazing forward.

"But Young Master Miller, you don't know her at all, and besides, she's too fast. Without the mecha, we're not adept at mountain combat, you see..."

"You don't need to keep up with me, I'll go ahead to escort her for a while."

With that, Miller resolutely dashed into the beam array.

He was the captain of the Royal Mecha Guard. Having gone through rigorous selection, with 26-level strength, he believed he was absolutely capable of sheltering that girl.

Once the Forbidden Army genius Miller had set his mind, he would never give up; he was already taking action.

He began to swiftly chase Lu Qingxue's silhouette.

A light sword technique burst of steps, Lu Qingxue narrowly dashed into that natural canyon, suddenly feeling relieved.

Only a yellow beam incompletely projected inside, still moving along the edge, making this natural sloped mountainous canyon a natural safe haven.

"Noble and beautiful lady, wait for me!"

A voice echoed from not far away.

Lu Qingxue turned her head slightly, looking back indifferently.

Miller, with his golden hair and handsome, dashing appearance, was swiftly traversing over.

The charismatic figure appeared effortless.

The eager voice was filled with hope.