Chapter 864: Chapter 637: A Vague Yet Shocking Truth
In the cockpit, where a faint red light drifted, Mu Fan stood inside and softly spoke as he looked at the pitch-black light screen:
“Shura, your current situation doesn’t look good. Can you tell me what’s going on?”
A wave of obscure spiritual energy came through, and Mu Fan could confirm that Shura indeed understood the meaning of his words.
“Highest level secret, it… non-permission holder, you… first permission.”
Mu Fan felt a mixture of amusement and helplessness upon hearing this response.
In Shura’s understanding, only the first permission holder could grasp the highest level secrets.
Black was simply like its consciousness, both being a type of spiritual entity, which instinctively made Shura resistant.
Shaking his head, Mu Fan decided not to pursue this issue, as Shura couldn’t comprehend the symbiotic relationship between Black and himself.
“Blind loyalty! Can’t communicate amicably, despite me trusting you so much and lending you this cool base.” In Mu Fan’s ears, Black spoke indignantly.
As for any secrets, he, the great intelligent life form, came from another dimension; who could be more exaggerated than him!?
Even with this secret, Black didn’t avoid Shura.
Yet the fact that Shura avoided him hurt Lord Black’s self-esteem.
“Okay, now I’m asking personally, why refuse Black’s repair on you?”
A wave of obscure spiritual energy came through, and Mu Fan felt Shura was contemplating. After about ten seconds, a difficult voice came from the cockpit:
“It cannot repair.”
“Nonsense! You’re clearly not cooperating!” Black’s patience snapped. Its Shadow Base, though missing some metal, could surely conduct temporary repairs on the mecha.
The great Lord Black had secretly kept a piece of Acabert Alloy, stealthily transported from Zhongjing City, Nautilus warehouse.
Isn’t such a sturdy arm enough?
But Mu Fan did not heed Black, because in his memory, Shura, although speaking in fragments and discontinuously, never spoke voidly.
Given that Shura said so, it must have its own reasons.
“Shura… can self-heal… no need for repair.”
After this difficult sentence was uttered, Mu Fan fell into silence, and Black fell silent too.
Black’s cognitive logic faced severe chaos.
Can a broken metal arm grow back?
Could there be some unknown metal life form in this universe?
Then Shura would be a member of that metal species, and limb regeneration is trivial?
Black’s imagination instantly soared to the skies.
Yet as a product of science, it strictly rejects any unnatural phenomenon.
This drove Black’s thinking into frenzied derivative calculations, pondering which metal possesses self-growth and reproduction features.
“What’s the condition for self-healing?”
Mu Fan suppressed his inner excitement and asked in a deep tone.
“Kill… living beings… obtain high-tier pure energy.”
Shura provided a clear but vague concept.
“Kill living beings… plunder life? Humans or other animals?”
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan’s heart skipped a beat, and he asked coldly.
“No… requires high-tier life… capable of producing energy cores from such life. This is a substitute for continued action.”
Not?
Hearing these two words, Mu Fan inexplicably felt relieved, yet even more puzzled, because Shura’s words were fragmented but carried a vast amount of information.
This easily skewed Mu Fan’s perception.
Perhaps Shura found this communication method particularly difficult, a black metal tube swayed beside Mu Fan, constantly twisting, with needle tips sparking a metallic luster at the joints.
“Want to communicate with me this way?”
Mu Fan nodded, “Let’s proceed with thought connection.”
As soon as the words fell, the black metal tube rose high, aiming at the central spine on Mu Fan’s back neck, and suddenly stabbing down.
Mu Fan’s body stiffened, and his eyes gently closed.
A sea of red spirit engulfed Mu Fan’s senses, accompanied by some scenes and fragments flashing before Mu Fan’s eyes.
However, upon seeing these fragments, Mu Fan’s expression turned odd.
… Energy core of the Ancient God Worship Altar?
This resembles the mastermind behind the Beast Tide he encountered on Purple Jade Star.
… A massive creature, even exceeding the size of Little Green Mountain, a high-tier Star Beast?
The scene filled with magma was something Mu Fan hadn’t witnessed.
No other normal scenes arrived subsequently, but when a spirit-consciousness containing text information appeared, Mu Fan’s tightly closed eyes suddenly widened.
“Traverse the silent black barrier… transcend dimensions and space… depart the water source… arrive… here; the most adverse… environment.”
The last fleeting vision, a pitch-black space, despite its brief appearance, heavily shook Mu Fan’s heart!
Because in that pitch-black space stood a mecha about twenty meters tall, entirely black as ink yet not dim, instead sparkling with a gemstone-like brilliance.
This killing beauty, merely standing, exudes a low-key but unforgettable sharpness!
If anything seemed out of place, it might be that crimson cloak, even when condensed into a physical form, it retained holes, yet exuded an age-spanning sentiments.
That entirely… pitch-black long blade, its hilt below was a mist of black.
Just looking at this blade briefly, the spirit felt as if severed by a knife! A painful twitching of the brain ensued.
Blood-red, narrow eyes, sharp hand armor, and joint barbs!
The gathering of beauty, sharpness, silence, and killing descriptors, yet extraordinarily harmonious.
How could this not be Shura!
But why are there so many differences!
At this moment, a brilliant white light streaked from the edge of the dark, and the shoulder of the oversized Shura mecha instantly had a deep scar.
Yet the pitch-black as ink space seemed to come alive, mist dispersed and attached to the wound, twisting and condensing.
Visible to the naked eye, the scar vanished completely, and the armor surface returned pristine and fresh.
What… is going on here?
Moreover, where is this place!?
Nonetheless, Shura’s consciousness was disorderly at this moment, perhaps unclear itself, thus giving no response to Mu Fan’s inquiry.
It merely instinctively released relevant information in such a form.
Ultimately, those essential words and languages constantly pieced together in Mu Fan’s mind, forming sentences:
“Limited by the current plane, absence of pure ambient energy, mecha begins miniaturization.”
“Searching for alternatives, energy cores from high-dimensional life can temporarily replace, preventing final mecha disintegration.”
“Currently in incomplete state, energy consumption exhibits geometric growth, normal stance energy consumption is 200%, blade-drawing stance energy consumption is… 500%.”
“Non-mechanical master operational status, autonomous action ability restricted to 30%.”
“Current first mission: Protect the master.”
“Current second mission: Continue seeking alternative energy source!”
“Current third mission: In this plane……..”
Upon this information skimming through the sea of consciousness, Mu Fan’s hair stood on end.
“Retrieve lost weapons.”
Till now, the sea of blood-red consciousness vanished entirely, and the spotless metal tube quietly retracted from Mu Fan’s back neck.
Leaving Mu Fan, with a mind blank, standing stiffly in place.
His thoughts, faintly touching the truth… were completely shaken.