The Mech Touch

Chapter 6378 The Crowning of Saint Tusa

He did not expect for the Distance Shaper to incur a heavy blow as well!

If Saint Tusa could fell the Distance Shaper as well, then that would not only turn him into one of the most heroic junior ace pilots in the Red Ocean, but also turn him into a legend, thereby accelerating his progress and turn him into a legendary warrior a lot sooner than anticipated!

The material spoils gained from felling two greater phase lords would be especially rich! Ves was even planning to urge the combat carriers to throw aside their mechs and hollow out their interior just so that they could carry more phasewater organs! "Don't let up our attacks! Keep pressuring the greater phase lords and prevent them from running away!"

The friendly forces had only briefly paused after Saint Tusa pulled off his ambitious attack. They soon began to open fire with everything they had left!

The Rosfield Cannons opened fire, causing the vulnerable Distance Shaper to sustain severe injuries to his massive head!

The primary and secondary gun batteries of the Tarrasque and the Babylon Excavator both targeted the newly generated holes on the Distance Shaper's body.

Even if the heavy attack salvos ended up destroying a few more phasewater organs, it was more important to cripple the Distance Shaper's ability to manipulate the fabric of space.

So long as enough of his organs got wrecked, there was no way he would be able to make a comeback!

However, just as the Dark Zephyr managed to circle around to drive his lethal tier 3 Destroyer spear through the Distance Shaper's exposed body, the orven phase lord reacted faster than anyone expected!

The tall phase lord's body abruptly became 3 times hotter!

"The Distance Shaper is burning his blood!"

"STOP HIM! DO NOT LET HIM SUCCEED!"

The Distance Shaper attracted a lot more firepower, yet the orven phase lord proved to be more resilient in the face of so many attacks.

Even as plasma bolts melted his four giant eyes and missiles detonated inside the gap in his abdomen, the Distance Shaper channeled so much energy that he was finally able to use his boosted strength to overcome the resistance generated by all of the space suppression fields!

Contrary to his earlier plan, the Distance Shaper did not attempt to approach the heavily injured Arena Lord and rescue his fellow greater phase lord.

Instead, he spent enough to raise his arm,

The Arena Lord knew what to do. He did not waste any time to voice his ego and straightforwardly tossed the Saint Piercer to his erudite orven peer.

"STOP THAT WEAPON!"

The warships could not adjust their aim quickly enough to track the spear.

The only ones who could respond in time were a dozen or so first-class multipurpose mechs. Their pilots proved the value of their training and augmentations and rapidly directed their machines to fire available ranged weapons at their disposal at the narrow experimental weapon.

A large amount of energy beams, plasma bolts and other attacks struck the weapon. More importantly, a few first-class multipurpose mechs still retained enough physical ammunition to launch gauss rounds that should definitely have enough power to knock the Saint Piercer off-course!

Yet even as the gauss rounds accurately struck the Saint Piercer in flight, their progress came to a halt as they collided against a weak but sufficiently powerful remote spatial barrier!

The Distance Shaper had foiled the attempts to knock the valuable weapon off-course!

Everyone became disappointed when they saw the injured but still functional orven greater phase lord take hold of the Saint Piercer!

"He's about to disappear!"

"Do not let him get away!"

"Disrupt the enemy through any means you can!"

Not even the interference generated by the approaching Dark Zephyr's space suppressor and Saint Kingdom could produce enough hindrance.

The Distance Shaper's mastery over space was far too profound. His control over space at close proximity was much stronger and couldn't be shaken so easily!

Just as the Dark Zephyr was about to drive the tip of the tier 3 Destroyer spear straight through the alien's skull, the greater phase lord completely disappeared from sight!

"He's gone!"

"Activate scanners and look for any strong spatial outbursts! Where is he!? If he is not too far away, we still have a chance to intercept the orven bastard!"

"Sir! The listening devices that we have planted in orbit of the nearest planet have detected a strong spatial spike! Our optical sensors have just made visual confirmation that the Distance Shaper has appeared! The Saint Piercer still remains in his hand!" "Where exactly did this spike occur?"

"It is the exact coordinates where the recently detected pocket space is located!" Ves grimaced. He deduced that this must have been the Distance Shaper's backhand. The orven greater phase lord had not impressed the Bluejay Fleet with his lackluster and restrained fighting prowess. Even if many of his spatial abilities were constrained due to all of the suppression, he could have done a lot more to help his own side by wielding his powers at close range.

The fact that he did not do so meant that the Distance Shaper prioritized his escape and survival above completing his mission.

Ves somehow felt insulted by that. Why couldn't his enemies send a proper warrior in his place? Why did they have to send a coward who secured his own escape routes before ever thinking about winning the battle?

At the least Arena Lord had managed to earn everyone's respect through his bravery and commitment to the fight.

Ves found it profoundly sad and ironic that the coward with a civilian background would be able to slip away with his life intact, while his much more valiant and accomplished arena hero suffered the consequences of their failure.

Of course, Ves did not harbor nearly enough sympathy towards the Arena Lord to spare his life. He still wanted to secure the greater phase lord's precious organs! "Professor! Another massive development has occurred! Our enemies have torn down the weak spacetime bubble! Our quantum entanglement nodes are not able to reestablish contact with the galactic net, but some of our alternate interstellar communication methods have managed to restore low-bandwidth connections with the Red Association and the Red Fleet."

This was a shocking turn of events. The spacetime bubble that kept the Bluejay Fleet trapped in the Mazepan System existed no more!

As long as the forces managed to finish off the sole remaining threat in the form of the Arena Lord, they would be able to transition back into FTL travel within 15 minutes at

the earliest!

Ves nodded in acknowledgement. "Prepare to resume our journey, but not before we kill the Arena Lord and loot the most valuable spoils from his massive body." Theoretically, the Arena Lord still had a chance to defeat his enemies and complete his

mission.

The premise was that he would be able to demolish the Dark Zephyr and kill Ves fast enough before he was able to return to a friendly starship and enter into FTL travel. There was no chance that this could happen. The Arena Lord had finally incurred so much damage that his strength and speed had dropped significantly below their peak

levels.

Phasewater-infused blood had leaked from so many grievous wounds that there was not much of it left to fully sustain his remaining intact organs.

Most importantly, the Arena Lord had lost the only weapon that could restrain the DarkNôv(el)B\\jnn

Zephyr.

Without the unnaturally sharp and effective Saint Piercer, the Dark Zephyr had nothing

to fear anymore!

Saint Tusa did not waste any time. He knew his mission well. His ace light skirmisher

flew closer and started to cripple the Arena Lord's limbs with precisely targeted strikes

with his tier 3 Destroyer spear.

The Arena Lord attempted to fight back, but his injuries were so severe that the disparity of speed had grown much greater than before.

So long as one party's mobility far exceeded the other party, the former enjoyed an

absolute advantage!

Both sides knew it. The Arena Lord was merely delaying the inevitable. A sense of weakness and malaise began to spread from the soon-to-be-defeated phase lord.

As the Dark Zephyr surgically severed the muscles that controlled the nunser phase lord's limbs, the Arena Lord became increasingly more infirm.

No one came to the rescue.

Even if the native aliens possessed the capacity to bail the Arena Lord out, they clearly

did not want to take any chances.

Just in case the aliens wanted to make an attempt., Ves and many others had already retreated to their respective ships.

The Tarrasque and numerous other starships had spooled up their superdrives and

could depart from the star system at any time.

However, the native aliens clearly did not wish to put their own lives on the line to

rescue one of their own.

Perhaps they belonged to a different race and had no good feelings about the arrogant

nunser phase

lord.

Perhaps the greater phase lords that previously sustained the weak spacetime bubble

had already begun to flee this star system in the hopes of evading pursuit and returning

to alien space.

Perhaps the native aliens were afraid that a lot of backup could drop into the star system and turn the tables against the greater phase lords now that the spacetime bubble had

popped. Whatever the case, the Arena Lord eventually accepted the reality that rescue would not be forthcoming.

He tried to gaze at the circling Dark Zephyr with a complex alien expression.

"$#$#@#."

"DO NOT DELAY ANY FURTHER. FINISH IT, HUMAN FALSE GOD. CLAIM YOUR GLORY

AND INHERIT MY CROWN. FROM THE MOMENT MY GODBLOOD NO LONGER FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS, YOU SHALL BECOME THE NEXT ARENA LORD OF YA'GWASA. OUR LAWS WILL RECOGNIZE YOU AS THE RULER OF MY PLANET AND THE OWNER

OF MUCH OF MY RICHES."

"What?" Tusa asked, his utter confusion at this 'inheritance' breaking through his intense focus. "Are you kidding me? How can I possibly take control over planet?"

"@#$&@#*$@." "YA'GWASA DOES NOT RECOGNIZE RACE. ANY MEMBER OF ANY SPECIES HAS THE

RIGHT TO CHALLENGE THE INCUMBENT CHAMPION TO A LEGITIMATE FIGHT AND CLAIM THE TITLE OF ARENA LORD UPON VICTORY. IT MATTERS NOT WHETHER YOU DEFEAT ME IN A FAIR DUEL OR A BATTLE SUCH AS THIS. YOU HAVE PROVEN YOUR STRENGTH EARNED THIS VICTORY. NO ONE ON YA'GWASA CAN DENY YOUR RIGHT TO INHERIT MY PLANET. THE CRAVEN GODS WHO FLED WILL EXECUTE MY LAST WISH AND TRANSMIT FOOTAGE OF THIS BATTLE TO YA'GWASA. LET ALL OF MY SUBJECTS SEE THAT THEIR ARENA LORD FOUGHT AND DIED WITH HONOR."

The Arena Lord's sentiments sounded strange, but as a soldier and a champion, Saint Tusa fully understood what his opponent desired. "Very well. I shall give you the ending that you deserve."

The Dark Zephyr no longer tried to nibble away the Arena Lord's strength. The ace light

skirmisher had already done enough damage to cripple the greater phase lord anyway.

Everyone silently watched as the Dark Zephyr followed a straight trajectory to the Arena Lord's head.

A single thrust was all it took.

The destructive speartip of the tier 3 Destroyer weapon easily penetrated the hard skull and destroyed enough brain matter to completely eliminate the Arena Lord.

The phase lord's massive body finally began to weaken and cool down at a faster rate. So

much flesh and organs were losing activity that it was difficult to imagine that it could pose a threat anymore.

Unless the phase lord unexpectedly grew a backup brain in another part of his body, the most threatening opponent on the battlefield had finally succumbed! The soldiers finally started to cheer!

Not only that, but they also began to celebrate Saint Tusa's impressive feat of defeating

an overmatched opponent!

"This victory shall go down in history!" Major Jankowski excitedly exclaimed. "Saint Tusa

has proven himself to be bane of all phase leaders. No phase lord or phase whale can

hinder his movements or stop his attacks. He is their nemesis and can never be defeated by them. Let us celebrate the rise of the Phase Bane!" Whether it was a calculated move or not, Major Jankowski's announcement spread a fire through the members of the Bluejay Fleet!

Others quickly accepted the new title that the expert candidate had bestowed upon the

greatest contributor of this battle!

"Phase Bane!"

"Phase Bane!" "Phase Bane!"