Chapter 636: Chapter 409: Pulsing Blood!
âGood riddance, good riddance, hahahaha, just like that, dead!â
Inside the VIP observation room of the Sky Mother Ship, Donatelloâs sickly laugh shook the water in the glasses.
When he saw that black mecha, which had almost become a thorn in his side, being struck into the canyonâs rock face and bursting into a shower of fragments, the dark clouds that had long been oppressing Donatelloâs heart dissipated in an instant and he touched the long-lost sunlight.
The air was filled with goodness everywhere!
While everyone elseâs attention was on the earth-shattering battle between the two mechas, Donatelloâs eyes were only on those shattered pieces on the ground.
Those were fragments of the Extreme Special Soldierâs armor!
Hahaha, just thinking about it was exciting.
You canât understand the mind of a neurotic with normal thinking.
Gaoling Ze now thought that Donatello had gone mad, acting so exaggeratedly just to deal with a college student and even calling on the Patrol Mechanical Master squadron.
If it had been him, Gaoling Ze would not have dared to do so.
âHow wonderful! My Blue Capital military dream of being in the top 32 is over, but youâve lost your life, hahaha!â
Every time he remembered Mu Fanâs indifferent and calm expression, Donatello felt as if ants were gnawing at his heart, a feeling of humiliation he definitely did not want.
Now, it was all over!
As for whether the battle between the two mechas could affect the Sky Mother Ship above, he wasnât worried.
This was the Mecha Associationâs Sky Mother Ship, with many High Tier Mechanical Masters on board.
The real high-level warship force fields were no joke.
Anyway, as long as you didnât crowd to the front, it was impossible to be hurt by the aftershocks.
His eyes reflected the bursts of Fiery Fire from afar and the streaks of afterimages left in the sky.
Donatello closed his eyes and took a deep breath; at this moment, everything had come full circle.
Everything was back under his control!
This feeling was just wonderful.
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Even now, it seemed that everyoneâs attention was in the sky, on that mecha battle.
Spectators at the center of the vortex trembled with fear, while countless people on the net had a schadenfreude mindset.
People were looking forward to the final outcome of the two mechas.
Such a spectacle, rarely seen in a lifetime, was easily a hundred times more thrilling than the previous battles!
But people had forgotten why this all started, they forgot why the Strangling Demon Snake had appeared, selectively forgetting why the Thunderhawk confronted it!
All they knew was that when evil arose, so must justice, which fits their ideal standard for a great war epic.
Those who werenât there would always treat this as childâs play.
The only ones who truly cared about the massive crater on the side of the 19th canyon were those hot-blooded companions who had come all this way together.
If Mu Fan were still alive, he would be joyful, for there were still many who were praying for himâŠ
Those classmates and companions who were directly or indirectly connected to him and influenced by his charisma.
You are Ding Chuanâs pride as a newcomer, you must survive!
Among the billions of viewers, this small group seemed insignificant, but their wishes shone like gold.
Below the dense clouds, wracked with flashes of lightning, a light drizzle fell.
In the center of the huge crater on the high rock face, the Extreme Special Soldier embedded in the wall with its back facing out, the huge, profound hole in the center was shocking.
This was the result of being struck by the S+ grade mechaâs main weaponâthe Snake Shadow Demon Trace Cannon.
If Andumari were not disturbed, he would undoubtedly praise the hardness of this mecha.
This was a main cannon powerful enough to blast through warships below level 7; ordinary mechas under this kind of attack would have probably become just fragments scattered on the ground.
Definitely not like this mecha, which only had a huge central hole.
But it made no difference; the Mechanical Master was already as dead as could be.
Without a cockpit, how could one be alive?
Thatâs a joke.
But, is this really a joke?
Since no one could stay still under the Thunderhawk and Strangling Demon Snake, no one would be unharmed standing in front of that vast hole, looking into its deep recesses.
This straight pathway penetrated about thirty meters into the rock face, after which the deep hole did not spread any further.
It was the bottom of the pit.
Yet, within this dark pit, there was a metallic ball, flattened considerably.
Its luster was somewhat similar to the exterior shell of the Extreme Special Soldier, yet quite different.
The gloss seemed a bit brighter, and there were some flowing lights on the shell.
These dim glimmers were particularly noticeable in the dark pit.
If Dr. Aubrey from Loki Heavy Industryâs Meteorite Base were here, he would undoubtedly exclaimâ
This is the cockpit of an Extreme Special Soldier!
The unique cockpit featured a proprietary Gframe dual buffering device, incredibly defensive against energy and physical impacts.
Loki Heavy Industryâs prototype, codenamed Zero, seemed to have taken pilot protection to the extreme.
Once, when facing Arabellaâs Wind Speed Competitor, the Extreme Special Soldier had, in an extremely short amount of time, escaped the electromagnetic pulse disruption.
However, no one had truly tested what effect this dual buffer would have when a sudden attack exceeded the critical threshold, not even its creator, Dr. Aubrey, could say.
Outside, the world was turned upside down, and countless people were converging here.
Yet, this place remained as quiet as ever.
In this cockpit, already squashed to half its size, all the power sources seemed severely damaged, only the faint light from the buttons remained, and it was dark inside.
On the quiet seat, a figure lay motionless.
To be precise, it was the deformed seat, crushed by pressure, that wedged the figure between itself and the screen.
Drip, dripâŠ
The sound of water droplets echoed distinctly in the cockpit.
But these âdropletsâ were exceptionally dark, and a smell of blood rose in the entire cockpit.
It was human blood!
It was⊠Mu Fanâs warm blood!
The control panel lay almost parallel to the body, heavily pressed on his chest.
The young manâs face was pale, eyes tightly shut, and blood oozed from his features, most notably the froth of blood surging from his nostrils and mouth.
In the ears of this shadow, there was an urgent voice calling out, sounding both far and near. But one thing was certain: the tone was extremely, extremely urgent.
âMu Fan, your breathing and pulse are weakening. If you have any consciousness left, you must hold on, you must!â
âMu Fan, your pulse has dropped another 8%. Can you hear my voice? I am Black, I am Black Egg!â
âMu Fan, this lord isnât joking with you anymore; this lord just wishes you well. Our fleet is still waiting outside for your command.â
âMu Fan⊠my program has developed a segment capable of self-dissolution, and itâs making me very uncomfortable. But I donât want to cut this segment out.â
âMu Fan⊠your pulse has risen by 5%. Did you hear me?â
âDo you remember the days when we fought side by side on Loga Star? You were always lucky, and Iâm sure you wonât be in any trouble now.â
âMu Fan, could you say a word to me, please? I am begging you!â The voice of Black in his ear was on the verge of collapse.
This intelligent life form, which often prided itself on its greatness, felt like a homeless child at this moment.
For Mu Fan, his spirit world was where Black existed as a unique memory in the universe, also where this intelligence first found its sense of belonging.
But now, the sky belonging to Black had collapsed.
Drip, dripâŠ
Under the unseen pilot suit, on the chest area, two small, exquisite tokens had been pressed together, deeply embedded into Mu Fanâs body.
The wooden token carved with âMuâ was on top, spotted with crimson.
The metal token engraved with âFanâ was beneath, alreadyâŠ
Completely stained with blood!
The young manâs body had multiple wounds that were profusely bleeding, these streams of blood eventually gathered and fell to the ground from his fingertips, from the edge of his clothes, making a dripping sound.
Under the seat in the cockpit, the warm, scarlet blood had already pooled.
However, what was strange was that from the wound where the Iron Token was completely embedded in the chest, no blood dripped down the edge of the token!
A drop of blood emerged from the edge, just as it was about to roll off the end.
Hiss, it evaporated instantlyâ
As if scorched by fiery fire.
And with these droplets of blood seeping out, rolling, evaporating, the Iron Token marked with âFanâ seemed like a beating heartâŠ
Started to show a faint, noticeableâŠ
Vibrant red!
The color of pulsing blood!
The color of blood flowing like life blinked on and off, like the breath of an infant.
Hum~
An invisible wave radiated from the Iron Token at that moment, penetrating the cabin, the rock walls, spreading to the higher skies, transcending time and spaceâŠ