"Then we fight."
Mu Fan's expression remained indifferent.
"Aga Asura... acknowledged!"
A harsh voice echoed through the vast warehouse. The black mecha, mottled and covered in cracks, had its cape billow like flames. It dropped to one knee, and its cockpit sprang open.
He bent his knees and leaped.
As Mu Fan's figure vanished, the scarlet streak behind Asura instantly froze, then...
The entire mecha seemed to awaken completely from its slumber. Threads of dancing red lightning began flashing into existence around it before vanishing again.
When Mu Fan, suspended within the cockpit, opened his eyes, Asura rose.
Their bloodlines were linked. They would fight side by side.
...Live by walking toward death!
Its left hand slowly lifted the scabbard. Asura raised its head toward a certain angle, its gaze seeming to pierce through every barrier.
A growing sense of danger flickered in the distance within Mu Fan's mind.
He could not make out that chaotic image, but after connecting with Asura, he could be certain... it was there!
The warship's upper deck opened, and the engines behind Asura thundered.
Four streams of red flame shot up, lifting its cape. The entire mecha was like a heavy rocket launched from a standstill, carrying a sky-shaking wave of fire into the stars!
Just as the fleet battle reached its fiercest point, Asura entered the fray!
Yet not a single warship or mecha displayed Asura's signal.
Just as Asura rose into midair—
A blazing torrent of particles more than a meter in diameter streaked straight toward it.
Yet neither Mu Fan nor Asura's consciousness reacted in any way.
Because it was not worth noticing.
The lurid, flamboyant cape behind Asura abruptly spread into a faint stellar mist.
When that torrent of particles came within three meters of Asura's body, it silently...
Vanished.