This process kept repeating, the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day, finally our invincible Black Songstress grew weary. This was the first major setback Tilan faced in battle; the prolonged fighting turned the shining genius into a quantifiable data symbol. As long as they piled on numbers endlessly, they would eventually wear her down.
Just as Tilan felt she couldn't hold on, prepared to enter a resting state, Celestia unexpectedly arrived, accompanied by hundreds of levitating giant whales covering the sky.
These 'Arbitrators' levitating giant whales are the creations of the Silver Wings; their massive bodies are filled with various supplies and nurous combat chanical units. As they shuttle through the atmosphere, they emit a deep, whistling sound.
"I'm back, Tilan." She fluttered her snow-white wings, passed through the sky, and landed by Tilan's side, lifting the weary girl up, then raised her hand to command, the levitating giant whales in the sky fired their cannon simultaneously, nurous particle beams pierced the atmosphere, shattering the approaching chanical flying cockroaches.
Looking up at those massive figures slowly flying overhead, Tilan couldn't help but speak: "Are these all creations of the Silver Wings?"
"Yes, they are combat units from the Silver Bird Court where I'm from. I spent quite so effort convincing the city lord sister to let command them here for support." Celestia held Tilan's hand, standing on high ground, and gazed towards the distant horizon, where the chanical cluster was still gathering.
In the battles that followed, there was no need for the two of them to take action. These levitating Arbitrators destroyed nurous chanical units present.
Afterwards, Celestia recounted the events over the past few days.
She first returned to the Silver Bird Court to rest and then consulted a wealth of materials in the library, searching for the origin of her own species, but unfortunately found nothing, as it was hard to understand events before the birth of their species.
Later, Celestia learned through the Silver Bird Court's observational equipnt about the ground world's predicant, followed by the difficult negotiations with the city lord for support.
"Although the city lord sister finally agreed to my request, she said this support can only be used to cover your retreat and not directly attack the chanical cluster's base camp, to avoid triggering a larger conflict."
"That's fine, having soone to help cover the retreat is already very fortunate." Tilan nodded gratefully.
With these Arbitrators sharing the burden, her pressure was greatly reduced. Over the next two days, she only needed to occasionally take action to maintain the most crucial battles to ensure the safe retreat of the Chasing Star Covenant mbers. During these days, she gradually recognized Celestia's combat prowess. Although the other appeared modest, Tilan could see this angelic girl was not rely a weak individual who only studied and read.
Golden strands of light condensed, forming the outline of a sword edge, then the glass-like sword body gradually crystallized, transparent and solid, easily piercing the chanical body in close proximity.
Celestia's movents in battle were swift, and her wings were not just for show. Paired with various spell abilities, this set of wings allowed her to leverage force and change posture well in the air, and as a mber of the transcendent races, these wings also enabled the Silver Wings to better absorb Aijieka particles and manipulate Magic Power. This clearly was one of the highest masterpieces of sixth-generation gene editing technology.
Thus, with Celestia's assistance, the transfer concluded perfectly. Apart from a few transcendent beings staying in Redstone City, the residents moved entirely into the mountains, traversing the tunnels excavated by the Fede Alliance, entering the internal railway, and headed relentlessly toward the distant Northern Realm.
On the eighth day, now leisurely, the two walked through the empty town, as if performing a farewell ceremony, browsing this newly constructed town one last ti.
"When I first arrived, this was still a small hillock on the prairie, and I t my first few companions there." Tilan reminisced.
"Was Tilan and Ores forced to land on this planet together?" Celestia asked sowhat curiously.
"Yes, but Ores was injured and couldn't rember many things." Tilan expressed so regret, but then thought this might not be bad; having gone through that fierce battle, if Ores rembered everything, there might have been severe psychological shadows left behind.
"What was the world Tilan grew up in like?" Celestia wanted to know for the first ti about the outside world.
"The planet I grew up on is roughly a post-decline industrial planet, and I lived deep in an underground city when I was young, an industrial city established during the warti era..." Tilan recalled as she recounted.
Listening to Tilan's narration, Celestia found it fresh but sympathetic, indeed the predicant of original humans was not well, probably struggling to survive amidst the conflicts of many Black Suns.
"...Later, when I entered high school, this grim life slowly ended, and everything started to improve." Tilan trod lightly on the abandoned wooden box by the roadside, as if balancing on a tightrope.
After all, there were no outsiders now, no need to worry much about maintaining image, the playful nature of a young girl once again erged in her.
Watching Tilan's slightly childish actions, Celestia felt like laughing but managed to hold it in well. However, she thought Tilan was a very special girl, sotis particularly serious and lancholy, like a scholar imrsed in the long historical cycle of civilization constantly seeking solutions, yet sotis just like a regular girl, enjoying sleep and laziness, and loving her favorite foods.
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