Chapter 894: Chapter 667: The True Demon God Machine! (Alliance Hierarch “Tadashi” Commemorative)
(An update for the Alliance Hierarch “Tadashi”!)
The third mecha is entirely golden, with its armor embedded with countless crystals. The most extravagant feature is the giant cannon barrel on its back, almost as tall as the mecha itself! It’s like carrying a ship’s main cannon!
The fourth mecha glistened with watery light, as if the Sea God had descended, wielding a blue trident, with six sea star-shaped floating cannons emitting blue brilliance behind it.
The fifth mecha has towering shoulders, covered with armor similar to a dense array, matching the spiked horns on its head. The surrounding space appears twisted and burning, with flowing magma simmering around its body.
Compared to the Thunderhawk, this form is even more magnificent and grand. Just by looking, one can tell… it’s definitely not an S-class mecha.
Because those fleets and space fortresses seem to revolve entirely around these five mechas.
The Shura in a defensive stance is communicating with them!
“You don’t even know who we are, yet you dare to act selfishly. This is the location of the ancient relics, don’t play dumb.”
A detached voice sounded in the channel.
“Hand over what you got, and I can let you leave.”
The voice carried an undeniable authority.
“I’m just passing by, kindly make way.” Qi’s voice carried a teasing tone, showing not a hint of fear in this perilous situation.
However, Mu Fan heard Qi cough slightly after speaking, suggesting some physical injury.
When the other party heard this,
“Are you asking us to move aside? Heh.”
This time, the voice was rather soft, but it was certain a man was speaking.
“Thirty-year opportunity, asking us to move aside?”
“What are you, have we permitted you to speak?”
Two relentless taunts followed.
Upon hearing this, Mu Fan was suddenly shocked.
Thirty-year opportunity!
Ancient relics!
Could the ancient relics only appear once every thirty years?
The other party seemed to completely misunderstand the identity of the Shura Mecha. How did his father suddenly pilot the Shura here?
Is it perhaps the result of previously piercing the “Heart of Shura”?
This made Mu Fan’s heart clench. Clearly, Shura suffered severe damage in that terrifying explosion.
After losing something called the “Heart of Shura,” it left its original plane and appeared within the Federation.
Cut off from the supply of pure energy, it now seems to be besieged by accident.
That final extremely insulting remark directly incited Mu Fan’s heart to beat angrily.
“My name is Qi.” A deep voice calmly, fearlessly, exuding confident might.
“Agasura… Qi.”
Then the next sentence came like a snowstorm, temperatures plummeting by dozens of degrees.
The shattered Emperor Body Shura, with dim red flames surging from its back, faced the vast fleet, slowly raising its right hand.
The black, hazy scabbard pointed directly at the eerie mecha hidden in the black mist, showing thin wings.
“And what are you?”
When this sentence was uttered, Mu Fan only felt his heart stir.
The simplicity and directness of the words exuded pride and grandeur, instilling admiration.
Is this my father?
With this sentence, the communication channel fell silent.
After several seconds, Mu Fan heard a soft laugh, the soft voice like a snake in the night, spitting its tongue.
“Archibald, the true Demon God Machine—True Night Demon Bird’s master, now do you know? My mecha is not one of those replicas you’ve heard of.”
Replicas?
This somewhat unusual term instantly recalled for Mu Fan the Twelve Demon God Machines he had heard of.
The name now had the word “True” before it. Could it be that the ones mentioned later were fake Demon God Machines?!
The voice carried mockery, clearly Archibald was enraged by Qi’s words.
“I don’t know.” Qi’s response was straightforward and decisive.
“Heh… friends, since he’s looking for death, do you think you should let me handle him?”
“Archibald, today is not your day to take the lead in this matter,” the initially authoritative voice said.
“Hmph, can you and your Paper Windmill take charge, Mr. Gutfield?” Archibald sarcastically remarked.
The opposing side seemed to have some friction over the matter.
As these mechas conversed, all eyes seemed to focus directly here.
However, exceptions always exist.
A hint of impatience came from within the Shura: “I don’t care if you’re Demon Gods or other things, I’m giving you three seconds.”
“Move aside, and you live.”
Archibald seemed to laugh outright, “What if we don’t? You’re a piece of trash not even worthy of hearing our names. A waste of words.”
“Don’t move…”
“Then you are the enemy.”
As these words were spoken, Qi’s voice turned icy cold and then completely stopped, with no other sound emerging.
Apparently, he directly closed the communication channel.
Mu Fan couldn’t hear any sound anymore, only the crackling sound of bones bursting inside the Shura cockpit.
Standing in the void, Shura pointed its sword at the Night Demon Bird, separated by thousands of kilometers.
A step forward, its shape blurred and disappeared instantly.
As Mu Fan’s eyes widened, the wings of the Night Demon Bird wrapped in black mist lightly flapped, and a cosmic storm mixed with spatial chaotic flow swept terrifyingly over where Shura stood.
As it passed through Shura’s likeness, it struck directly a small asteroid with a diameter of over fifty kilometers.
After the cosmic storm passed, the asteroid remained intact.
However, in the next second, the asteroid silently disintegrated into interstellar dust, wafting in deep space.
In Mu Fan’s vision, above the Night Demon Bird, amidst countless intertwined afterimages, appeared overlapped a crimson-draped black mecha.
This was near-instantaneous speed demonstrated.
The black mecha’s long blade twisted backward with its body, looking indifferently downward.
In quick rotation, abruptly sheathed and slashed downward.
A huge, ink-black spatial fissure clearly appeared in the cosmos.
Above the True Demon God Machine—Night Demon Bird, emerged a defensive band composed of countless condensed space fragments.
This was the pride of the Night Demon Bird, possessing the peak power to control dimensional space.
The other four mechas didn’t even make a move, clearly confident in the Night Demon Bird’s abilities.
However…
During everyone’s silent appreciation, the long black, mist-covered sword in Shura’s hand mercilessly struck downward!
The defensive band constructed of space fragments was obliterated.
Just a single slash!
An unextracted sword!
With unparalleled force, it fully materialized in this unfamiliar space.
The black mist surrounding the Night Demon Bird was instantly dispersed by the immense pressure, revealing a streamlined body beneath the sword.
As the black mist compressed, it exploded from behind, disappearing from its spot!
Leaving behind a lingering afterimage, gradually fading.
At the center surrounded by the fleet, countless bursts of flames exploded.
Wave after wave of planar shockwaves detonated.
This scene nearly replicates the previous spatial setting.
But this time, it was Shura in the active role!
“… enduring hardships without weariness, that is the way of Shura! Is this the tempering of Agasura Qi? If it is, then I love it!”
A carefree laugh echoed within the cockpit.
Two shadows clashed at a speed of at least 1500 Mach, rapidly engaging.
Suddenly, Shura’s sword struck heavily at a particular spot in the void.
Like a slow-motion bullet shattering bones, countless metal fragments exploded instantly.
The Night Demon Bird wrapped in black fog was directly shot out, crashing heavily onto another small celestial body.
Huge clouds of dust rose, unobstructed by an atmosphere view.
A vast crater clearly unfolded before everyone’s eyes.
High above, even with broken armor, Shura appeared majestic like an emperor over the celestial body.
Indifferently gazing downward.