Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Compared to the seemingly endless battleship deck, at this moment, a nearly invisible mecha is orbiting the battleship at maximum speed. Its originally grayish-white feathered body is now emitting a faint smoke due to overload, the entire frame like a red-hot branding iron, pushing the magic furnace within the mecha to the extreme.

Inside the cockpit, a sea of red warnings flash, yet the girl in the seat pays no heed. Her eyes are shielded by a protective helmet descending from the headrest, her arms and legs are similarly bound by straps extending from the sides of the seat. The entire cockpit is soaked in dense, boiling magic light liquid, which buffers and simultaneously spurs on, causing the wings behind the mecha to gradually elongate, forming a golden transparent prism shape.

These thrice-extended energy wings rip through space, causing the mecha to begin entering subspace travel state, directly bursting into the interior of the Titan Flagship, smashing through and tearing numerous obstacles, and finally reaching the throne hall filled with cold silver roses.

The originally dim hall is illuminated by the tear, intense flames and explosions pouring out, molten metal crashing into the floor, corroding the originally ornate patterns, followed by more chaotic explosions and screams.

The girl in the cockpit maneuvers the mecha to raise a gray-silver transparent prism shield, blocking the incoming fire from the guard troops. At this time, her eyes swiftly scanned beneath her visor, discovering the hall was already covered in blood and corpses, many Elven Song Festival participants' faces twisted in agony as life ceased, and remnants of crossfire and shooting scars were scattered all around.

No time to ponder what had happened here, she shifted her attention to the throne in the center of the hall. Ores was at this moment bound and fixed to the seat, her silver snow long dress stained with blood all over, with numerous Ice Spirit corpses lying nearby. At this moment, she was in an unconscious state, and in the corner, there remained many used syringes.

Despite having long given up hope on the moral decay of the Federal Central's high officials, seeing this scene, Tilan was still seething with anger.

Majestic streams of light began to disassemble this massive battleship, the ion torrents stirred by countless light and heat peeled back armor layers several kilometers thick within seconds, and a sequence of explosions spread inside the giant ship that was about to sink.

Facing the internal counterstrike fire from Federal High Rank Mechas, Tilan pushed the power of the grayish-white mecha underneath her to the extreme advancement, countless tiny bullets and lasers impacting the outer layer of the mecha, sparking brilliant sparks, while the wings originally used for propulsion shattered into disrepair under the gunfire.

The joints began to break apart, barely raising an arm to shield in the flames, then the armor of the forearm was also shattered, exposing the inner arm skeleton and drive mechanism, losing an arm and a leg, it could no longer maintain balance, the damaged grayish-white mecha engulfed in flames collapsed on the ground, while the propulsion device on its back continued pushing the mecha sliding across the empty hall, leaving a trail of scorched fire.

This mecha was definitely the Federation's top military industrial product, but within this Titan Flagship, it was also home to the Federation's most elite mecha combat team, with over a dozen army ace Seventh Rank pilots in attendance and the top military mechas, it could be said, it was unexpected for it to last this long.

Faced with this mecha wreckage about to charge at the throne, two Seventh Rank elite mechas stepped forward, raising two sturdy, solid shields, like walls of sighs smashing the incoming grayish-white mecha.

Amid the flames, a slender and tiny figure leapt out, like a swift and minuscule firefly, darting through the dense bullet and laser blockade, flashing past the open barriers. When the destructive light stream tore through the throne hall's floor, she finally reached the unconscious figure on the throne.

No time to stop the girl again, the dazzling flow of light inundated the hall's mechas and personnel, everything was annihilated and melted in the light and heat.

"You are..."

As a Top Rank Seventh Rank Transcendent pilot, in the Federal Army's soldier's final moment of life, he saw the silver-gray-haired girl unstrap and hold Ores from the throne, then his vision and body were engulfed by the high temperature and torrent.

In May 1260 of the Sixth Era, the Federation's Sixth Main Fleet and the United Fleet of the Western Star Region clashed in a decisive battle in the Anlin Star Domain. After fierce battles, the battle concluded with the defeat of the Sixth Fleet.

From then on, the authority of the Federal Center ceased to exist, the ice crystals in the sky vanished and melted, while the gathering stars scattered everywhere.

-Third Volume, Ice Crystals in the Sky (End)-