Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

In May, the rainy season arrives.

Thick dark clouds roll in, pressing down on the sky. Standing in the cold wind-swept wilderness, you can clearly see the boundary between heaven and earth. On the edge of the thick clouds, a little golden light shines, Draw the outline of the clouds.

A bolt of lightning instantly penetrated the sky, like a twisted golden branch, and then the sound of rain came from far and near.

The rain fell from the sky, hit the ground, splashed some mud and water, and then quickly wet the gray ground, dyeing it into a dark wet form.

The wind blew from time to time, and the rain curtain also swayed in the wind. Wherever it was hit by the rain, a hazy mist splashed up. The sound of rain also drowned out the noisy sounds, becoming unified and peaceful. .

In a small town in the North Third District, pedestrians who had finished shopping stood in front of the supermarket gate, looking at the pouring rain outside and not wanting to go out.

"It's raining." A sighing voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw an old man walking out of the cashier.

"Um."

"It finally rained. When it stopped raining, I kept thinking about it. I was afraid that it would rain one day. But when it did rain, I breathed a sigh of relief." The old man slowly talked about his feelings, and then found a bench next to the supermarket door. sit down.

"Want to come and sit down, young man."

"No, thank you." The young man took out his personal terminal and checked when the rain would end, wondering if he should find a taxi to go home.

Rain splashed around his feet, and a little mist wet his shoes and legs. The young man had to take a few steps back.

"It's better not to go out in the rain. The first few rains in the rainy season are very toxic." The old man's admonishment came from behind again.

"I know."

He is far more aware of the corrosive power of poisonous rain than this old man, because he works in the water purification industry.

As the culprit and key to destroying the jade skirt environment, corrosive poisonous rain has been studied by many people, and the analysis of its ingredients is currently relatively complete.

In addition to the chemical reaction corrosion caused by some chemical industries, the biggest danger of poisonous rain lies in the complex and heavy extraordinary impurities in it. These are by-products of the production of special crystals in the past. Various extraordinary substances with special properties are mixed together to form something difficult to digest. Impurities, this is the culprit that affects the environment of jade skirts.

If it is a single substance, even if it is an extraordinary product, we can quickly find a way to target it. However, the impurities permeating the water and the atmosphere are very complex, and they cannot be filtered and reacted by physical and chemical means, which makes it particularly difficult. Troublesome, even if some water purification products now claim to be able to deal with this type of pollution, they are only a small part of the limited filtration treatment, barely providing drinking water resources. If the entire planet's environmental water resources were to be treated in this way, the resources consumed would be astronomical.

After retreating under the eaves of the supermarket, the ground here was still dry and not soaked by the poisonous rain. Just when the young man was about to sit down and wait for a while with the old man, a screaming sound passed by the outside of the street, and then It was the airflow and water vapor that splashed across the street, and some of the water droplets fell on the young man's face, causing him to feel a burst of pain.

The sharp angles of the gray armor cut through the rain curtain, and the moving mechas passed through this remote town in the North Third District like cannonballs and drove into the vast rainy world.

[The front team has been in contact with the rebels and is currently fighting. The following second and third teams are rushing to the fighting location]

From time to time, the command station's announcements came from the earphones. The pilot sitting in the mecha stared straight ahead, skillfully avoiding various obstacles with extremely fast speed and silky smoothness.

As it continued to approach the point indicated on the map, the mecha could already detect some of the aftermath and flashes of the battle through the observation device.

[The Gray Parrot has arrived in the battle circle and is about to join the battle] The pilot simply dictated into the headset, and then the responses from the accompanying teammates came from the headset one after another.

[The red-tailed hawk is accompanying and will join the battle soon]

[The Emerald Wood Falcon is accompanying him and will soon join the battle]

After that, the three mechas charged in a straight line shape, and the blue air jetted from behind lifted the mechas up and gradually lifted into the air.

In front of the rain curtain, four Pelican-class mechas were fighting, while not far away lay a damaged Pelican-class mecha that had been cut in half.

One side of the battle is the military and police suppression team of the North Third District, while the other side is driven by members of an unknown organization. Each side has two mechas, firing and wandering from time to time in the rain, occasionally wielding lightsabers in close combat like a knight charging. , bringing a large amount of burning and evaporating water vapor.

"Since you dare to escape here, you are really being underestimated."

The pilot in the gray mecha looked at the two familiar mechas in the rain and pulled the thrust lever to the maximum. At this moment, he had recognized that the two mechas in front of him were one of the missing mechas in the North Fourth District.

"Bang! Zizzi——"

The gray mecha directly collided with the fighting party. The green lightsaber in his hand pressed tightly against the orange lightsaber that the other party was slashing. Sparks continued to splash from the place where the two lightsabers met. The fierce energy washed and collided, baking. Everything around, some of the rainwater turned into steam in the sparks and heat waves before it fell, and floated again.

Suddenly faced with reinforcements from the enemy, the two resistance organization mechas were surprised, and then they became anxious because there was more than one gray mecha in front of them, and the other two gray mechas also came over from the sides. It seemed that they were not prepared to let these Two escaped.

The 'Gray Warbler' class mecha was the standard Sequence 5 mecha in the military in the past. It was used in large numbers and was also the main force in ground warfare. Its combat effectiveness was far better than the light and agile Pelican class mecha. Most of them are now retired. But some still remain in the army.

The green lightsaber was particularly eye-catching in the rain, filled with traces of steam, and then came closer again, slashing down sharply, smashing the orange lightsaber blocked by the Pelican-class mecha in front of him, and the stream of emerald-green lightsaber particles washed over the machine. The outer edge of the armor brought up a large number of sparks and melted parts, and directly cut off an arm of the mecha in front of him.

In the rain curtain, the two Pelican-class mechas belonging to the North Third District retreated and gave way to their positions. Under the fierce siege of the three Gray Orioles-class mechas that came, the two Pelican-class mechas that resisted were quickly dismembered. In the end, only the torso remained, falling into the water.

Compared with the Pelican-class mechas belonging to the military and police, these three Gray Warbler-class mechas are members of the military who are still in service. Both the mecha equipment and the strength of the pilots are far superior to the two sides present.

The reason why the two mechas were not directly pierced with laser guns but dismembered in close combat was to capture the pilots driving them. This was also the main purpose of the mission of the three Gray Warbler-class mechas.

Hit by the rain, the emerald-green lightsaber slowly cut open the torso shell of the fallen Pelican-class mecha, exposing the cockpit inside. Then the lightsaber went out, and the mecha's arms held the cockpit shell and tore it open. , a man with short dark green hair jumped out in panic and prepared to escape, but was surrounded by a blue blockade in the open space.

Soon, the suspended autonomous unit descended from the sky, and the mechanical arm extending from underneath it clasped the man's arm, and then wrapped layers of iron chains around him, tying him to the ground.

On the other side, the mecha that fell to the ground was gradually dismembered and cut apart, exposing the cockpit. The emerald green lightsaber cut the part, and the cockpit cracked open. One of the black figures quickly jumped out and rushed to one side.

A point spread out on the blue light wall, but it was still not broken. The man who refused to give up punched again, and with a burst of roar, the red fist violently hit the light wall, tearing a small hole, but it was still. Before he could escape, a bright laser beam shot from behind, pierced through his chest, and made a large hole.

A Gray Warbler-class mecha slowly walked out of the rain, picked up the fallen man on the ground, put it into the open life-support cabin and closed it. Everything in the rain curtain became quiet again, except for the dismantled man. Parts fell to pieces on the ground, telling the story of the fierce battle that had just occurred.

For underground gangs and resistance organizations, this dark-haired man can be said to be a rare elite, but for the truly violent system that maintains the federation, such a figure is just a bug that can be crushed at any time.

In the remote base at the bottom of the lake, an old man with gray hair sat in front of the command podium, quietly listening to the report coming from the other side.

"Suda has been arrested. Is Qiaolong's life or death unknown?" He seemed to be repeating, but also seemed to be sighing.

"Yes, Commander, I'm very sorry. This operation was a complete failure. Not only did we fail to obtain key items, we also lost the only two mechas and pilots."

"Nothing, that's it." After saying that, he hung up the communication and looked at the huge map that covered the entire wall not far away.

This map of the northern districts details the intelligence and ongoing situations in each area, and several areas are marked in red, which are particularly dangerous and important.

"Jade skirt..." There was some nostalgia and loss in his eyes.

"In the end, it's all in vain, just trying to block the car."

As if he had aged in an instant, he stood up slightly tremblingly and looked around at the members who were still busy, feeling extremely heavy in his heart.

As a soldier, his first half of life was somewhat commendable and satisfactory. However, as the founder of a resistance organization, he was far from successful. Now the organization is on the edge of a cliff and may collapse and disperse at any time.

Successive losses and blows have caused many people in the organization to lose hope and confidence. If the situation gets worse, collapse and defection will only be a matter of time.

It is still too whimsical and ideal for a retired military officer to gather an organization to fight against those behemoths. To be able to reach this point can be said to be the limit of some kind of luck. Because of the decline of the northern districts, official funding for the northern government agencies has also declined. Very few, which resulted in them not encountering much resistance in their early activities. Even if they were discovered by some police, as long as they spent some money, they could escape as easily as those local gang members.

However, with the star government's emphasis on environmental issues this year and the proposal of the Northern Recovery Plan, the loose environment in the past is no longer there. This time, military mechas even participated in the suppression, which was completely beyond their ability to cope.

It was time to think of other methods and approaches, otherwise he would have no choice but to leave. The old man sat down again, leaned on the chair and closed his eyes to meditate. He did not have many trump cards, and as he grew older, some past intelligence and clues People are also gradually losing contact.

Three days later, the aircraft escorting the two resistance organization pilots arrived in the Southern District and were then handed over to the Star Territory Tribunal for interrogation and detention.

"Go in." The members of the Tribunal in blue uniforms asked the two people to walk into the closed cell.

Wearing magic-forbidden collars, shackles, and chains on their bodies, the two of them walked to the cell with the sound of iron chains, and were then imprisoned separately.

"Sir, two defectors have been arrested, and information about them has been passed on." A member of the Tribunal in dark blue uniform reported.

"I know, you go down first." A mature beauty with chestnut-blonde curly hair sat at the desk. She was wearing the uniform of a high-ranking investigator, with a sword hanging by her side.

"yes."

She looked calm as she looked at the information quickly flashing across the screen, but paused when she slid to one of the sections.

"So you are the key missing person."

The woman's eyes stayed on one of the paragraphs [...In April 1251, the man attacked the singer Heshia Tilan who had not yet fully awakened. Afterwards, he was sent to the hospital for treatment, and then he was involved in the underground world of Panyin City. After cleaning up the chaos, he disappeared. 】

"I remember that it was at that stage that Little Tilan changed. At that time, it was not noticed by our trial court."

"At that time, Tilan was only Sequence 2, while this man at that time was already Sequence 4. Moreover, he had participated in gang melees many times before, and his fighting ability was not weak."

"It's hard to imagine how Tilan survived this attack, and what happened in the middle that we don't know about."

"Interrogate him and ask him to explain what happened that night. It's better to put it aside for now and ask about Xiao Tilan." The woman hesitated for a moment.

If it were an ordinary singer, she would naturally choose to interrogate to obtain all the pieces of the truth, but this girl Tilan is particularly different. Although the description of her from the outside world is still limited to the prospect of being promoted to a moon-level singer, within the trial court, it has long been It is certain that this child will become a Japanese-level singer sooner or later, and may even be the only Japanese-level singer in the Federation for a long time.

The huge significance of this cannot be explained in a simple sentence or two. If Hesia Tilan is the only sun-level singer in the future, even if she is not a color-level singer, she will still be different from the legendary singers in the past. Not far away.

The entire environment of the Federation will change because of her, and things about her need to be extra cautious. Emeranda even vaguely feels that the higher-ups of the Tribunal are in awe of this young girl who has not yet grown up.

The closer you get to the truth, the more you understand the hidden abyss and dangers. Even an otherworldly institution like the Tribunal does not want to offend such a person easily. Moreover, this is not a matter of principle, but something that is possible. Dispensable details.

Forget it, let’s ask our superiors.

Emeranda rubbed her forehead, stood up, and came to the special communication station that contacted the central star field.

Soon after, a cobalt blue Star Tears symbol lit up and began to rotate slowly.