Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1654 - 93: Light and Eclipse_4

"Jump down from the tower." She responded and leaped down from the tower.

At that moment, a roaring giant silhouette passed through the void on the side of the tower, catching her, then swiftly and with an unusual flight trajectory ascended back into the sky. The entire process took less than two seconds, extremely rapid and smooth.

At this moment, the people on the ground finally discerned what the flying giant figure was.

It was a new type of mecha that people had never seen before, completely white, with sharp angles and wings that appeared extremely majestic under the sunshine, exuding an aura of determination and ferocity.

The mecha turned a large semicircle in the sky, as if synchronized, its speed increased again, then a dazzling jade green lightsaber emerged humming from its arm, stabbing straight down at the protective transparent dome below.

"Sizzle…" Intense energy collisions and annihilation erupted on the shield, creating sparks that seemed like a small sun rising from the ground.

"She blocked it again!?" Biao Xing could no longer comprehend the identity of the holy maiden before him; could she be an angel descended to the world?

"Ahhhhhhh——"

Inside the mecha's cockpit, Que Lin stared intently at the silhouette within the targeting system, gripping the control stick with both hands, pushing the magic power output to maximum, entering a frenzy status.

She absolutely had to kill Prin; it was all because of her, her family, the future, and everything else...

Unforgivable, she must die here.

Her lips were already bitten to the point of bleeding, but she seemed not to notice, as the liquid soaking the cockpit carried a faint metallic taste of blood.

This mecha soared into the sky again, opening two laser gun barrels on its shoulders, aiming at the tower below.

The brilliant light flow swept across, slicing the ancient building below into pieces, which began to collapse.

Is she dead? No, she cannot leave any chance of survival.

The mecha's radiant light blade lit up once more, diving straight down, crashing into the rubble and ruins below, attempting to use its body as a bomb to smash the possible enemy.

However, a tiny silver light point gracefully rose from the smoke and debris, evading the mecha's tearing aerial assault.

As the mecha crashed into the ruins below, Tilan's figure reappeared in the sky, holding the unconscious Prin in one arm, while an imaginary hand grasped, and then a brilliant holy sword floated above her head.

The silver-hued holy sword burst into light, transforming into a streaming beam shooting down, penetrating the armor on the back of the mecha, piercing through the cockpit and cutting Que Lin into molten blood.

However, this was not the end; Tilan already sensed multiple other mechas rapidly traversing through subspace from the far horizon, approaching from afar.

This kind of combat wasn't a solution, she descended, stepping upon the inert mecha's back, raising her hand as the closed cockpit emerged backward.

"Wait a moment…" Urgent voices came from above Tilan's head, as Biao Xing staggered and stumbled down the stone wall.

"Are you going to use this mecha?" he panted, asking.

"Yes, are you going to stop me?" Tilan tilted her head, sensing no hostility from him.

"No, I want to help you, this is my key chip, I am a test driver for the new type of mecha, theoretically this model should be compatible." He quickly explained his intent.

"Aren't you going to avenge your companion?" Tilan took the key chip.

"Avenge? No, I still understand some truths, although I do understand Que Lin's thoughts." He showed a bitter expression.

"Let me pilot the mecha, although not an ace pilot, I should be able to escort you and Princess Prin to the fleet outside the planet."

"Thank you for your goodwill, but I do know a bit about mechas." Tilan gently shook her head, placing Prin into the cockpit and then got in herself.

"If there weren't additional enemies, maybe I'd accept your help, but what lies ahead is hell." She shut the hatch, and the cockpit submerged back into the interior of the mecha.

Thirty seconds later, various indicator lights of the mecha lit up again, rising from the rubble, the whistling air currents nearly unbalancing Biao Xing.

Does she really only know a little about mechas?

Biao Xing watched that mecha, seemingly reborn, tracing extremely wild trajectories in the sky, so agile and maneuverable it was terrifying, completely elusive even to the ace pilots he knew.

In the quiet cockpit, Tilan adjusted her light purple goggles, surrounded only by the tick-tock of the dashboard.

Recalling everything from the past, her fingers gently caressed the sleeping Prin.

Several light points on the radar began to flash, rapidly closing in. (It was my naivety and weakness that caused this situation)

The points left subspace and appeared on the radar with their models and information. (Putting many people in danger)

Four mechas of the same model emerged behind, fully armed, with wings extended, traversing supersonically in the atmosphere.

The piloted white mecha cut through the air with a sharp whistle, the constant alarm beep resounded in the cockpit, climbing swiftly upward, then making a large arc, dodging the laser beam brushing by.

Continuously changing trajectories in the air, sometimes flying upright, sometimes inverted, avoiding the deep red streams passing by, the laser's glow captured by optical sensors, reappearing in the cockpit, casting her profile. (Is that so, Prin)

After dodging another chasing laser beam, the mecha performed an astonishing turn at high altitude. (If that's your thought)

She pulled the trigger, a similar radiant stream fired, a singular flash that penetrated the pursuing mecha, melting it. (Then I will change) 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Discarding the yet-to-cool laser rifle from the shoulder, the white mecha drew a spare light saber from its waist, colliding with the incoming enemy, the red and jade streams violently annihilating, where the light sabers clashed, sparks resounding fiercely. (I will change for you to see)

Withstanding this equally sixty-meter-tall giant mecha, flames erupted from the back of the white mecha Tilan piloted, charging into the opponent's embrace again, piercing the cockpit with the dazzling jade light blade.

In high altitude, this white mecha floated in solitude, with no more pursuing enemies in the sky, its back and limbs began spewing incandescent exhaust heat, propelling the mecha upward to space beyond the planet.

Like a rising morning star. (Become the prophesied child, Hexia Tilan)