Shallow Dream cradled her Gauss rifle, caressing the still-warm barrel, lying in a crater.
The shot that had just shattered that Witch’s head was hers.
The rifle was indeed excellent, but the recoil had almost smashed her shoulder; only now did she understand why no one had approved her request. Even protected by Witch Armor, it hurt tremendously, her shoulder nearly broken, leaving her hissing in pain with every breath.
She had fallen in love with powerful sniper weaponry, which, combined with her Time-Stop Magic, made her virtually unbeatable.
Shallow Dream drew Magic Power from the Twin Star Rings on her fingers, which just sufficed to refill her current Magic Circuit, replenishing her resources.
The elite troops of the Namisis Group descended with the ferocity of divine punishment, but Shallow Dream would not let them succeed easily.
This company monopolized many industries such as industry, finance, and law across the Western Hemisphere, and was notorious, needing to account for numerous violent incidents, assassinations, and sabotage.
She had much more to train; the intervals of Time Stop lasted just over a second, less than two, and Shallow Dream always had to give it her all to perform well, grateful she had not yet slipped up.
Massaging her shoulder, she cautiously peeked out from the crater.
The heavy rain washed away the smell of gunpowder and fuel, but the large pits blasted by energy weapons on the ground and the molten weaponry, and skeletons were still clearly discernible, the battlefield made especially gruesome by modern weapons.
As for the skies, the Namisis Group’s Shuttle Machines still loomed menacingly.
The Witches going to check on the Executioner’s condition appeared tense.
The Executioner was seriously injured, and if not immediately rescued, he would die on the spot. They hurried to lift the Executioner, transferring him back to the Shuttle Machine for emergency treatment.
They were at a loss, wondering who could have seized that brief window to blow the Executioner’s head off? Among their ranks, only a High-Ranking Witch could serve as an Executioner, and these Witches possessed exceptional reflexes, training even allowed them to sense danger faintly.
Yet, they were still defeated by a single shot!
This mysterious occurrence severely sapped their morale.
still clutched the Short Spear, refusing to fall. Her physical condition was currently excellent, with extraordinary adaptability and resistance, able to endure several more hours of overtaxing combat, only lacking fuel and reduced to using cannon fire against the Shuttle Machines, unable to fly up and pierce them with a direct hit.
"Attack me!" 102 shouted at the gun and cannon muzzles aimed at her, her voice ringing out loud.
Fighting spirit surged from the depths of her heart.
From the past to the present, they had always faced various hardships and challenges, and now they had crossed the sea to battle at Jialong Slope. What would their struggles amount to if they could not defend their spoils of war?
With her back to the severed arm of the Great River Goddess, 102’s figure appeared particularly upright.
The Short Spear, as if delineating contradictions and the divide between right and wrong, symbolized the pride of the Nestor Corporation Witch Department.
One thing after another happened in rapid succession.
While the Namisis Group’s Shuttle Machines still hovered around Relic 208, a sudden emerald green flash descended from the sky, shining upon the venue.
This swath of green light outlined a narrow safe zone, just enough to accommodate the Nestor Corporation’s troops, Witches, and the wounded!
"Clearance will commence in 30 seconds," a cold announcement boomed from the heavens.
People couldn’t help but look up at the sky, shielding their faces from the raindrops, quickly spotting an enormous object breaking through the clouds and descending swiftly.
All were struck with awe.
The gigantic steel body stretched across the sky, the elongated flight deck allowing hundreds of crafts to land and take off simultaneously, its dark green paint like a brooding venomous snake, ready to strike violently and claim lives at any moment.
The space mothership had arrived!
The Witches from the Namisis Group still loitering about were suddenly thrown into disarray.
They received orders and quickly returned to the Shuttle Machines, the dark war machines swiftly distancing themselves, reassessing the situation.
Was there a chance of victory?
In terms of firepower, the Orochi had more than 200 heavy guns, 48 missile arrays, and a vast number of light weapon platforms. In contrast, the Namisis Group’s seven Shuttle Machines had only about 30 medium and small caliber guns.
These military Shuttle Machines had no problem dealing with light adversaries, but against an entire space mothership, they would likely all be shot down within two minutes.
Thereafter, the Orochi space mothership broadcast another warning.
It then opened its flight deck, and at least 16 "Military Attendant" class fighter jets screamed across the sky, their anti-air missiles all locked onto the seven Shuttle Machines.
Faced with the incessant alarms, the troops of the Namisis Group had no choice but to swallow their humiliation and anger and retreat en masse, as swift on their withdrawal as on their arrival, choosing to lay low. Their power base lay in the Taixi Continent, and it was difficult for them to mobilize super-large strategic weapons like a space mothership in the Eastern Hemisphere.
With the prominent Namisis Group now out of the picture, other companies’ Intervention Armies also couldn’t help but gaze upward at the imposing space mothership.
Light still hazily shed from the skies, reflecting on the Orochi’s sleek steel form, an epitome of divine life descending to earth, making for an unforgettable scene in their lives.
"The space mothership is here! Move it!"
"Distance yourselves!"
Under such overwhelming pressure, the remaining forces had no choice but to flee.
As they retreated, their minds echoed with indescribable amazement and awe.
Before the battle at Jialong Slope, their think tanks and strategic assessment organizations had classified Nestor Corporation as simply a "large company," but given Nestor’s display of military strength, armament, organizational efficiency, and Witch combat capabilities, they were clearly on par with those famous mega-corporations.