(Two Chapters combined)
This mecha, is it what they call a "Revolution Army" mecha?
Onlookers aboard the Sky Mother Ship gaped at the towering mecha bathed in crimson.
Revolution, such a distant word, was suddenly so close to their lives at this moment.
It was a pity that the live broadcast signal had been completely disrupted by the Shura Order. Otherwise, hundreds of millions would have watched this grand spectacle online.
Compared to the True Red Equipment, perhaps the name "Constant Star War God" suited this dazzling red mecha better!
"I don’t care where you come from, you scum. You’ve successfully enraged me. I always do as I please, and you think your no-name mecha can stop the Thunderhawk? You’re still too green!"
The bald man in the midst of the lightning glowed with blinding electrical light. This time, he aimed to crush this red Light Wheel mecha first.
"Oh, you’re that confident? Honestly, the Thunderhawk from years ago was once an idol to me. But that was in the past! Now, you’re no longer the same. You’ve begun to assimilate with this decadent nation!"
A sneering laugh emanated from his mouth, a voice that bore no trace of fear, only an unrivaled confidence in the mecha under his command!
It was True Red Equipment, possessing peak S-class strength, yet merely the weakest among his three mechs.
Who was he? He was the Challenger facing the might of the Galaxy Federation with a heart full of vengeance and fearlessness.
He was the Revolutionary Army Leader carrying the hopes of many former comrades—Ke Qingshan!
"Ruan Xiongfei, let me test your Thunderhawk."
Old world— True Red Sword!
Fiery arms extended to both sides as the entire mecha seemed like a pilgrim welcoming the descent of a deity.
However, at this moment, this pose faced the Thunderhawk charging at him.
Ruan Xiongfei was already in a frenzy, lacking the patience he had for the overtaken Shura mecha.
This mecha’s attack mode had only displayed its capability for physical long-range strikes, which wasn’t much of a threat to the famed speed of the Thunderhawk.
Ruan Xiongfei was intent on killing. Owl Thunder Continuous Attack—Wrecking Technique!
The Thunderhawk, enveloped in lightning, tore through space like a descending deity, charging once again at the fiery red figure!
Ke Qingshan, with a half-metal mask on his face, calmly watched the figure speeding towards him, with flames of determination alight in his eyes.
"This time I’ve underestimated you... Instructor Ruan..."
Behind the True Red Equipment Mecha, the radiant light spear, akin to lava solidified, suddenly swelled to ten meters tall before vanishing from behind in an instant.
So fast!
Nobody could see where the four red beams had gone; all that remained in their field of vision was a massive Light Wheel burning quietly.
"Where are the four light swords?"
In that moment, no more than five people caught on.
One of them was Mu Fan within the Shura mecha. His terrifying dynamic vision, coupled with the Shura Machine Body’s mysterious and powerful enhancement—similarly famed for its speed—allowed him to immediately track the trajectory of those red sword shadows!
Indeed, it was the trajectory of appearance, not the path of flight.
But at that moment, Mu Fan’s awareness was not clear. He ceased to pay attention as soon as he noticed the perilous red gleam appearing in front of the incoming Thunderhawk, and he no longer cared about the Thunderhawk itself.
Because...
It had just been the endless fleet in the sky that bombarded him with ten Cloud Burst Bombs!
Hence, the Shura turned its gaze back to the heavens.
However, this act caught the attention of only a select few. The majority were stunned by the sudden emergence of four light swords from another part of space.
No one knew how those fiercely bright light swords appeared, nor why the Thunderhawk suddenly produced a flurry of illusions in the air.
What they saw was a fiery red shockwave erupting in the sky.
Then the four light swords flew back in reverse, and shortly after four sparks ignited on the Thunderhawk, it was swallowed by lightning.
This blow, both parties unexpectedly ended in a draw!
People were unable to suppress their shock!
However, even more shocking was Ruan Xiongfei.
Because the alarm from the combat screen had just snapped him out of his ardent battle stance, four sparks were the marks of a light sword cutting across the ion force field armor.
Looking at the decline in energy progress, Ruan Xiongfei fell silent, because that momentary damage... had already surpassed the attack of the Strangling Demon Snake!
His eyes coldly fixed on the Thunderhawk across from him that had assumed a fighting ready stance, a cold smile curled at the corner of Ke Qingshan’s mouth.
"Are you curious about my attack? Because True Red Equipment is synonymous with the most extreme attack in this starry sky..."
Boom!
The Thunderhawk opposite suddenly broke the sound barrier, striking directly towards the True Red Equipped like a thunderbolt falling from the sky!
With a hum, onboard the warship closest to the center of the battle, the soldiers could only feel a huge trembling wave beneath their feet, making it nearly impossible to stand.
At the center of the battle, that giant red light wheel had appeared in front of the True Red Equipment at some unknown time, already spinning rapidly into a towering wall of fire.
Lightning and fire interwove in this patch of heaven and earth.
"To have nearly pierced through the second layer of defense of the Fierce Sun Wheel, you truly deserve the title of Thunderbolt Fighting God... Instructor Ruan, this time let you act as the whetstone for my mecha!"
"The spark of revolution will never die, it will ultimately ignite this world!"
Casting an unintentional glance at the black and red figure that had turned into an afterimage shooting into the high sky, a flicker of emotion passed through Ke Qingshan’s eyes.
Then the giant light wheel known as the "Fierce Sun Wheel" split into two, transforming into two crescent-shaped hand blades above his hands.
True Red Equipment began to clash head-on with the Thunderhawk like a fierce gale and scorching light.
The ultimate technology from hidden powers, facing off against the Thunderbolt Fighting God!
"Another S-class peak mecha! Is there a record in our Mecha Association’s database this time?" Even the usually composed Ran Family couldn’t help but show a shocked expression.
"Space Type Mecha, no need for auxiliary Flying Wings, unknown engine, the attack method with strangely high energy, I really can’t think of which Mecha Laboratory has such an extreme style!"
Naden, dubbed the wise man of the Mecha Association, shook his head, his brain swiftly filtering through the database.
In his memory, this mecha did not exist.
"This... must be a new force, a new force that claims to be the Revolution Army."
Eventually, they had to accept this reality.
Indeed, with the force of a revolution, an S-class peak mecha could play a pivotal role in any superpower in the universe.
Yet it had chosen to confront the Galaxy Federation.
Such courage and power were certainly worth attention.
And up in the noisy stands on the Sky Mother Ship, the crowd strangely fell into silence.
Now they didn’t know which side to watch, now they couldn’t make sense of the chaotic relations in this sky battlefield.
They just knew why every appearing mecha was so powerful! Powerful enough to leave one in awe...
"Major Yin, do you think we will die?" Harry, looking at the splendid battle scene in the field, asked his companion.
"We probably won’t, I haven’t seen any intention of these mechas to attack civilians so far, if you ask who the madman is, in fact, the pilot of the now deceased Strangling Demon Snake mecha is. The actions of this Killing Machine up to this moment still appear to be a simple linear relationship," White Hair thought and quietly replied.
Just one thing he hadn’t figured out, what was at the other end of that linear relationship? What attracted this Killing Machine to break into this realm under the Federation’s watchful eyes.
"Moreover, I have an intuition... I don’t believe that a superpower commanding the universe would only have these forces on the administrative planet, there must be preparations we don’t know about, waiting for these mechas in the sky."
"If it was so easy for mechas to carry out decapitation missions, then the cost would be too low."
It must be said that when White Hair returned to his identity as the scion of a great house, his thoughts were remarkably meticulous. Even amid the panic of those around him, he managed to analyze everything with composure.
Hearing his companion’s words, Fatty and the others finally began to calm down a bit.
Now, they too had been drawn into this uncontrollable maelstrom, and hopefully, things would develop in a good direction.
"Stay here for now, I’ll go find Nuonuo."
Chuchu, who was standing nearby, saw the chaotic crowd quiet down and looked towards the heavily guarded VIP area before rising to her feet and speaking.
"Hmm..."
Upon hearing Chuchu’s words, the chubby man’s face darkened. He didn’t dare to imagine what that elf-like, ever-smiling girl would look like crying now that the most important of his three best friends was already... In the instant he lowered his head, scalding tears fell, and his fists creaked from clenching them so tightly.
Mu Fan, you must stay alive.
...
The Killing Machine—Shura in the sky had become the vessel for Mu Fan’s turbulent consciousness.
Even now, the Shura Mecha faced no further disturbances.
In Mu Fan’s fearsome and ferocious gaze, the only reflection was of the warships filling the sky on the light screen.
"Wave synchronization, thousand-ship energy cluster strike!"
Inside the flagship’s command room, Colonel He Gang stood shoulder to shoulder with an officer whose face was stern and who bore the insignia of a major general.
Under the nod of the major general, Colonel He immediately issued an order to block.
An arrow nocked is without return!
Since their first strike had not killed the mecha, then the Federation was preparing to bear the counterattack of this mecha.
Only when the Federation had made its resolve did people realize just how terrifying the landscape of these warships firing in unison could be.
The high power and heavy damage of the shipborne weapons, and under the cover of thousands of cannons, almost pierced through the entire sky.
Like countless strands of rain falling, beams of light dropped from the high skies.
On the highlands of the Land of Bright Star, countless fires blazed.
This time the target area was no longer the previous Canyon 19; merely the first wave of area attacks nearly covered a quarter of the entire battlefield.
Kill, kill, kill!
Mu Fan, like a beast, let out an inhuman roar from his mouth.
This time, even the flexible training suit was stretched to its limit by the bulging muscles on Mu Fan’s body.
Huge veins surfaced all over his body, swelling continuously with every surging beat of his heart.
It was as if his mind had been filled with tons and tons of blood. Mu Fan’s subconscious only felt the air around him becoming hotter and hotter, and he himself growing more and more angry.
The Shura walked amongst the stars, bowing to no one!
This was the belief passed on to him by Agasura.
With the long blade in hand, extinguish everything!
With endless slaughter, forge an unparalleled name.
Boom!
There was a heavy throb in Mu Fan’s temple, and Shura suddenly broke through the third layer of the red sound barrier again.
Profound Meaning • Repetitive Shura Breaking Realm Slash!
With an odd twist, the hilt of the blade fell into his palm.
Shura held the hilt of the blade in his right hand, and in the midst of the turbulent chaotic flows of space, the scabbard was as if fixed in mid-air by an unknown force.
Then, as the engine roared to life, the entire mecha body boldly drew out... the Blood Prison Blade!
However, this time, there was only a faint blood color swirling above it, without the terrifying vision of the Profound Meaning • Ten Thousand Prisons Void, nor the massive black blade aura when using the Decree Gale Slash with its scabbard.
There was only a saber as slender as blood!
The faint red light simply doubled in length and then ceased to surge.
This time the extremely fine blade aura was hardly noticeable from a distance.
As the long blade was unsheathed, the energy bars on the combat screens in the cockpit began to steadily decrease by 0.1% every second.
With a thunderous explosion, a red wave burst forth, and the black figure shot out.
Shura drew its blade, unseen blood—
Never to sheath again!
As the two flew towards each other, Mu Fan only felt countless rays of light stabbing towards him with immense threat.
Yet the moment he felt like they were about to collide, he found his body involuntarily taking a sidestep.
This was the force-field kick, like stepping on solid stone in the air.
This was a Killing God honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood teaching him in the most direct way possible.
Ah!
One perilous trace after another brushed past his cheek.
Finally, it again stimulated Mu Fan’s consciousness to an extremely exaggerated level of sensitivity.
His body, suspended in the cockpit, swelled strangely before flattening again, and then a terrifying aura emanated from him.
In that moment, Mu Fan’s aura was as if he was Ruan Xiongfei, whose strength had never seemed to reach its limit.
His physical condition began to rise in stages under the infusion of a mysterious force, and finally, when it reached its peak...
It exploded with violence!
Swish, swish, swish—the coordinated attack of thousands of ships almost flattened the ground below, and the light columns, like raindrops connected in lines, suddenly plunged down sharply.
But those watching here saw with their naked eyes a red gust of wind actually rising against the tide.
A ghostly figure shuttle forward through the falling beams of light.
Not a single beam hit it.
My speed, breaking through the galaxy.
My blade, severing everything!
Shura, carrying a reverse whirlwind, looked up as it surged towards the sky, its blood-red eyes showing an indifference so cold and devouring!
People saw the interwoven black and red figure piercing through the dark cloud of warships above as if it were nothing.
Swish, swish, swish, that black afterimage leapt above countless Federation warships.
One freshly fired and repositioning warship held a squad of soldiers escorting a major towards the lower deck.
However, at that moment, a nearly invisible faint red glow that was too fast for anyone to notice flitted by.
The voices of this squad and the major froze simultaneously as an extremely fine red line appeared over their heads and below their feet in an instant.
Hisss...
A soft sound like flowing water rose, and then the squad of soldiers along with the major fell to both sides, split in two.
The cut was so smooth and even that it was hard to imagine, and the surface seemed to be sealed by some unknown heat.
That red line not only passed through one ship but continued to appear within other ships in tandem with the leaping black figure.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
The black figure that rushed into the fleet was like a fish returning to the sea, its movements undetectable, yet people eerily noticed.
Wherever the shadow passed, all was silenced.
After twenty seconds, a black shadow flashed past, and the blood-red cape finally materialized.
People finally saw that "insignificant" black shadow against the backdrop of the fleet in the sky, returning to where it had first charged forward.
The blood-colored long blade in the shadow’s hands slowly sheathed.
Boom, boom, boom!
Fireworks erupted in the sky, and at that moment,
above the Land of Bright Star, Blue Capital Star witnessed the grandest fireworks display in its history.