Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

These military mech armors were not the toy-like riot control units used in the city; the laser machine guns they were equipped with not only had rapid high-energy particles but also powerful kinetic impact. A single shot was enough to turn the best-protected hover cars on the market into shards and flames.

Flames and explosions kept erupting, dark red fire sizzled, and black smoke rose from the ground. As three mech armors systematically dismembered the massive industrial machinery, a special warhead shot down from the distant night sky, exploding just before it reached the bottom of the mine, unleashing a swath of blue electricity that swept the entire pit. The wild, racing electric light made the kilometers-wide mining field flash brightly for an instant before dying out.

Struck by such a strong current, the three mech armors immediately collapsed, paralyzed, but the pilots inside were not worried. They knew that in a few seconds, the systems inside the mech armors would automatically reboot, and such moves, once anticipated, would hardly be effective a second time.

[System Rebooting 0%...34%...56%...]

The readout on the display jumped almost every second, indicating a quick recovery. Yet, it seemed they wouldn't be given a chance at all. The instant after the electric warhead was fired, a silhouette leaped from the ground and rushed toward a grounded, paralyzed mech armor.

"Zzt—" A specially made light beam dagger stabbed into the shoulder ridge of the mech armor, tearing open a gash amidst the sparks.

Between the whitening gaps of armor, a hidden input port was violently pried open, with the twisted metal exterior bearing witness to the terrifying force of the assailant.

A black plug connected next, and a small black box was tacked onto the side, its small screen flickering with a flurry of data.

[Beginning takeover of the mech, interference program initiated, decryption starting...Key cracking in progress...]

Snowflakes blinked across the mech's internal screen, displaying a chaos of illegible figures and images, while the previous reboot progress froze at 87%, no longer advancing.

Realizing something was amiss, the pilot reacted immediately, realizing this mission was a trap. Pulling the manual switch of the cockpit, he drew out a backup beam sword and lunged out with all his might.

The cold night wind tightened his senses. After jumping out of the cockpit, a fierce attack came from the darkness. He raised his hand to block in haste, hearing the sound of bones breaking. Only then, as his vision cleared, did he truly see the man in front of him.

In the distance were the burning industrial machines, and the air carried the unpleasant odor of burning plastic. Against the backdrop of the dim red glow, the man's side profile was partially visible, reflecting a rough and rugged face.

"Who are you, do you know the consequences of your actions?" the pilot asked, though he had no intention of stopping his movements. As magic power poured into the handle of his sword, the two-finger-thick beam blade shot out, its high-energy particles vibrantly conspicuous in the dark night. Protection accessories at his waist lit up as a faint blue and white barrier enveloped him, the shifting radiant particles exuding a simple and unadorned power.

"I know what I'm doing, I don't need you to remind me."

The man standing on the fallen mech took a few running steps, leaping up with a fierce kick that instantly shattered the protective accessory's barrier. The outer shell of the barrier broke into numerous small pieces and continued to disintegrate, fading into extinguished stardust.

As the opponent kicked down, the pilot also gripped his beam saber and made a slashing motion. The pale yellow, blazing beam streaked across the night sky, leaving a blinding trail.

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"Zzzt—"

A dragon-transformed claw firmly grasped the blazing beam sword, the high-temperature particles scouring it, producing a charred scent and a dark red, lava-like material. The agonizing pain stimulated the man's nerves, causing his brow to furrow and his pupils to dilate. Then, dragging the grasped beam sword, he reached straight for the pilot's neck, lifting him up.

The suffocating pressure on his throat kept the pilot from breathing, his head and face turning purple as if in the grasp of a giant dragon capable of snapping his neck with a marginal effort. He had no doubts about the man's strength.

The Dragon Sequence, a rare transcendent sequence within the Four-leaf Crystal Star Domain's cultivation factions, still possessed terrifying combat power far surpassing most of its peers at the same rank.

With a clang, the once blazing beam sword fell from the hands of the gradually weakening and unconscious pilot, hitting the outer layer of the mech armor, then rolling away, disappearing into the darkness.

In the dark of the night, the dark red flames still burned within the collapsed industrial machines, while the previously sharp three white military mechs now lay on the ground. A group of people in mismatched clothing ran out from their hiding spots. Among them, some worked together to subdue the pilot who had leaped out, some carrying suitcase-like industrial AI terminals, connecting them to the exposed ports on the torn mechs, constantly tweaking and cracking their systems and control keys.

Soon after, a member holding a black rifle jogged over to the man standing atop the mech, looking down from above.

"Brother Dragon, it's done. We have preliminary control over the three mechs. Though we can't use them yet, if we drag them back and find a few clever hackers on the dark web, they can reverse engineer an operating system for us."

In response, the man standing in the high shadows nodded slightly before looking towards the horizon.

"In a while, their emergency support team will arrive. Let's move out first."