Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1636 - 86: Voices of the Children of the Stars (Part 2)

In the time that followed, Biao Xing continued with the experimental development of the new type of mecha. As his body gradually adapted to this new model, various new training programs and missions began to emerge.

"What we’re doing today is simulating survival amidst the barrage of a Battleship’s gunfire," the researcher with seaweed-like hair projected the subject behind him.

"You’re joking, right?" Biao Xing was well aware of how terrifying the main gun of a Battleship could be—it’s not a laser with a few meters in diameter, but rather a grand particle torrent that could annihilate a mecha just from a glancing blow.

"I’m not joking, here, take a look at a video." The seaweed-haired researcher clapped his hands, and then the Autonomous Unit projected another video clip.

In the footage, a white mecha flew agilely in deep space, its strange trajectory showing an astonishing speed and flexibility. Then, the dazzling brilliance of the Battleship’s main gun lit up. In the high-speed footage, the mecha momentarily became blurred and was engulfed by the particle torrent. However, a few seconds later, after the main gun extinguished, it reappeared in deep space, still intact and flawless, with no sign of scratches on its surface.

Like a light and swift swiftlet, this kind of form and trajectory appearing on a heavy mecha over 60 meters high gave an unusual visual impact. Even though Biao Xing had never confronted an ace pilot before, he could clearly feel that this pilot’s ability was far beyond his own.

From a short distance, the opponent could defeat him in just 10 seconds—no, it should be only 6 seconds, he calculated in his mind the means to respond.

"Stunned, aren’t you? Haha. If I told you that the person sitting inside that mecha had trained for less than a year and went from being a complete novice to reaching such a level, would you still be surprised?" The seaweed-haired researcher twirled the record board with his fingers.

"Who is that person?" For the first time, Biao Xing showed interest in that mysterious predecessor. It seemed the other party was also piloting the same model of experimental machine.

"It’s confidential. I’m not intentionally keeping you in suspense. It’s just that her identity is quite special." The seaweed-haired researcher waved his finger.

"A woman?" Biao Xing was surprised, since women’s physical qualities on average were not as good as men’s.

"Yes, she’s very special." The seaweed-haired researcher didn’t elaborate further.

"You’ll find out in the future. As long as you keep up with the progress and eventually become a senior member of our research institute, some secrets will be revealed to you."

"Alright, today’s training plan is about to start. I’ll send you the data later. Make sure to review it thoroughly tonight."

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Central Star Domain, headquarters of the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ Faction.

Prin sat on a black sofa, legs crossed, wearing a black and red tight suit, as if she had just stepped off a hover bike. Although her figure wasn’t particularly tall, her current demeanor well compensated for that.

"The Sigma Mechanical Council’s response is quite perfunctory," she said, tossing aside the record board displaying the information, addressing several officials waiting before her.

"Yes, the response was just a routine, formulaic reply, without mentioning when exactly the ’Holy Artifact Covenant’ would be returned."

"These mechanical lifeforms probably think their seniority allows them to look down on the Federation," someone speculated in a low voice.

The lifespan of mechanical life forms is nearly infinite, and many members of the Sigma Mechanical Council were born in the early Federation period.

"Who knows how much combat strength the current mechanical council still has."

At this, many on-site began to ponder. Originally, the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction had little interest in the Holy Artifacts. It was purely due to Prin’s personal will that the collection began.

But now with two portions of the Holy Artifact Covenant in hand, only the last piece remains. If it can be brought together, opening the door for dialogue between human and Aijeika’s will, the opportunities and great possibilities it could bring have enticed many.

No one minds having more, and the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction, in its prime, is overflowing with confidence. Nearly two decades of economic growth and a thriving social situation make many believe that no difficulty can hinder them, and no one can resist the unified Rose Federation.

"Send another message to the Sigma Mechanical Council, exerting greater pressure this time, to make them realize we’re not just joking," Prin insisted.

"Also, have the Fifth Fleet begin preparations. Whether it will really be used or not, showcasing muscle and strength can always lead to a more objective and rational evaluation of our terms."

"This..." Some on-site were hesitant, after all, the Sigma Mechanical Council is not a small country like the Holy White Melody, but a polity with a large group of mechanical lifeforms. No one knows how many battleships and military forces those mechanical lifeforms have stored up for a possible galactic war. After all, they are tireless and don’t need a salary.

"Your Highness..." Someone tried to dissuade Prin Coco.

"When I’ve made up my mind, you’d better comply." This Volcano Songstress has always been like this. If she became cautious and conciliatory, it would be surprising.

"Yes," someone could only sigh silently.

In the following half-year, repeated negotiations between the Rose Federation and the Sigma Mechanical Council ended in failure, as the latter refused to return the Holy Artifacts. This response finally angered the ’Fire Lotus - Radiant Star’ faction, after which the Federation’s media began to widely announce unfavorable statements about the mechanical council.

Under this kind of public opinion influence, many residents started to resent those unfamiliar groups, and some even developed a sort of jealousy.