Chapter 45: The Mecha Dynasty, Section 1

The operators are none other than you yourselves!!
At this moment, Black Hair was finally stunned by these Black Prisoners.
If earlier he had been merely surprised by their wild ideas, now he truly had no words to express his feelings.
How terrifying could a machine be that was as large as a small warship yet equipped with all standard mecha weapons? Moreover, there was only one operator for such weapons. In other words, as long as the pilot had sufficient skill, he could even make use of this Snake Tooth Zero model to perform acrobatics in space!!
Had anyone ever seen a warship do acrobatics?
Black Hair didn’t know, but even if he were in command, achieving such extraordinary maneuvers would likely require him to operate it personally—something impossible through the efforts of hundreds of crew members. It wasn’t a problem with the warship itself, but rather an inevitable coordination gap among all living beings.
After so many battles, Black Hair had always had a special fondness for mechas—ultimately because of the sense of power that came with controlling one. Many times, he had even split enemy warships in two with his scythe. This brutal tendency had also infected those around him—Monkey, Blood Pupils—all of whom came to enjoy this extremely bloody style of combat.
However, with the emergence of the Moors, everything seemed outdated. Their massive Moor giant ships were longer than meteorites. Even without any armor, their enormous bodies were not something mechas could easily destroy. A mecha slashing at them with its dual long blades wouldn’t even count as a bite from a mosquito. It was extremely difficult for hundreds of mechas to attack a single giant ship and cause enough damage to trouble it.
Was this predicament about to be broken today?
Black Hair’s stern expression gradually softened, giving way to a hint of joy.
Snake Tooth Zero…
Suddenly, his smile vanished, replaced by seriousness. He turned his head toward Madaro.
“Has the design of this mecha been fully completed and tested as a whole? Or is it just an ideal expectation?”
“Well…” Madaro’s smile froze. He felt awkward.

Actually, he had already thought about the issue of black hair long ago. He just couldn’t come up with a satisfactory solution right away. The Snake Tooth Zero model had been in the design phase for a while, but due to its enormous size and overly complex internal design, progress had been slow. It wasn’t until a month before Black Hair returned that it finally took shape. Although the mech parts were manufactured, they had never been assembled as a whole. So it was completely impossible to complete all the tests.

However, he believed that with the high standards of the Black Prison designers, this mech would definitely meet all the specifications they had set out for it. So despite the awkwardness, he still gave an honest answer.

After hearing his explanation, Black Hair nodded. Like Madaro, he also had extreme confidence in the skills of the Black Prison designers—a blind confidence stemming from the countless miracles created by them in the past. At this moment, he was truly eager.

“How long will the assembly take? Can we start now?”

“Anytime. All the parts are ready. Assembly should take about six hours. But the test pilot hasn’t been decided yet. We originally planned to have Baroka come, but he’s been dealing with Cobra’s matters these past few days and might not make it in time.” Before Madaro could speak, the designer Nimeda quickly replied. His usually thin face was flushed red, clearly excited.

Seeing their own designs succeed was the greatest happiness for every designer. And since this project was so important, Nimeda and the other Black Prison designers had poured all their efforts into it. How could they possibly remain indifferent?

If possible, Designer Nimeda even hoped to pilot this mech on its maiden flight himself!

But today, that wish seemed unfulfillable. Upon hearing their reply, Black Hair’s eyes lit up, and he nodded sharply.

“Good! I’ll wait those six hours right here. I’ll call Monkey over too so he can see our Death Star’s greatest achievement. I think he’ll be thrilled. As for the test pilot…” Black Hair pointed at his nose.

“I.”

Taking a deep breath, Madaro replied loudly, “Okay!!”

At that command, everyone rushed into action. The previously relaxed designers instantly turned into a group of frenzied workers. They disappeared before Black Hair’s eyes, seemingly from nowhere, and reappeared wearing engineering mechs. At the same time, a large number of workers appeared around the Snake Tooth model in the center of the workshop.

This is the technological power of the Magic Age. On Earth in the past, assembling such a massive mecha would have been extremely difficult. Just its structure, millions of times more complex than that of a warship, would have stumped any worker. Moreover, it was so huge that human effort paled in comparison.

But now, it’s a completely different story. As the dedicated planet for the Black Prisoners, Black Prison Star has comprehensive assembly facilities—especially to meet the whims of certain designers. It can even assemble an entire warship in just three hours. And now, all these resources and capabilities are being used for a single mecha. As a result, assembling Snake Fang actually takes less than six hours.

If it weren’t for the fact that this was the first time assembling Snake Fang Zero and its extreme importance, Madaro and the others could have given it arms and legs in just half an hour, allowing it to stand on its own.

But no one wanted to raise objections at this moment. The significance of this assembly was too great, and six hours provided ample time—not only for assembly but also for fine-tuning details. Everyone was excited, especially when they learned that the test pilot would be none other than the Lord. The workers redoubled their efforts.

During this time, Black Hair summoned Monkey.

As expected, Monkey went wild upon hearing the news. He reduced what would have taken an hour to one-third of that time. When he jumped out of the shuttle, everyone else in the cabin vomited. They glared at Monkey’s back with resentful eyes, as if silently accusing him.

But Monkey didn’t care. At that moment, his mind was entirely occupied by the new mecha mentioned by Black Hair—there was no room for anything else. So just half an hour later, Black Hair saw this energetic guy again. And Monkey’s first words upon seeing him were a request to be the test pilot.

“No, absolutely not.” Unusually, Black Hair refused without hesitation, slapping his shoulder several times.

“You kid, stay put and watch on the ground. If you can’t stay still, you can get in the mecha. But for the first test, I’m firm. Don’t worry, if the test goes well, it will soon become one of your machines too.”

“No need to be so eager, right? Head, you rarely fight me over toys. Can’t you let me have it this time?” The monkey made a pitiful face. In the past, such expressions were almost always effective. But today, it clearly didn’t work. Kurokami had made up his mind; whether he was just pretending or truly pitiful didn’t matter. So, six hours later, when Heiya stood proudly before them like an ancient warrior, Kurokami chuckled wickedly, shook his wrist, and after a burst of bright light, the figure of the Killing Emperor appeared before everyone’s eyes.

In the workshop, the ceiling had somehow opened long ago, revealing the endless sky above. Kurokami had no idea how much energy it would take to move this deep-underground workshop to the surface. But that didn’t stop him from immediately testing Heiya’s capabilities.

By now, Heiya already had its own limbs. Once it stood up, its height reached an astonishing thousand meters. Its thick legs were like small mountains, their surfaces as smooth as mirrors, just like the rest of its body’s shell. But unlike ordinary mechs, it had no head. Its prismatic-shaped body served as a substitute for a head. Meanwhile, at its abdomen, beneath the Zero-type frame, a huge opening was slowly opening.

Undoubtedly, that was the entrance for normal mechs. Only by entering there could Kurokami gain control of this unprecedented, giant mech.

Unable to contain his excitement any longer, Kurokami controlled the Killing Emperor to soar upward at high speed. A few seconds later, it reached the opening and rushed in without hesitation.

The armor on both sides of the opening slowly closed, plunging Kurokami into complete darkness.

“Dut…”

Kurokami immediately felt as though his Killing Emperor had been caught by something. Then, a force surged from below, pushing the Killing Emperor upward like a projectile. In less than three seconds, with another slight crackling sound, the Killing Emperor’s upward motion stopped abruptly, and Kurokami lost all control over it.

In the utter darkness before him, a soft white light appeared. As Kurokami focused, the white light spread out in all directions. The endless sky above, the tiny creatures below like ants, and everything around came into view.

“Is this Snake Tooth’s control system? The transition is really fast. It’s just a bit too intense.” With a sigh, the black-haired person gently pressed the throttle pedal.
In the universe, above the lonely Black Prison Planet, a gigantic figure suddenly appeared…
In an instant, it seemed as though a demon god had descended!!