Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1427 80: The Girl Who Stepped Through That Door

Angel Sequence 9·Celestia's Wings (Ascension)

At this moment, Tilan felt a deep resistance when trying to move mid-air, as if space-time had solidified here. She could only rely on Temisia's authority to shatter space, barely breaking the barrier. Meanwhile, Celestia raised 'Tiraphi' high, slowly descending with her back to the grand solar halo.

Brilliant patterns emerged on the sacred sword edge, its authority fully unleashed. The ripples emitted continued to spread, calming the surrounding atmosphere. Where it passed, the space froze, leaving still-life-like traces in the sky.

The gradually incandescent holy sword finally transformed into a pure light, piercing thousands of meters, annihilating the girl with black wings in the sky.

It was as if a rare crystal had shattered; the light in the girl's eyes dimmed, and her soul seemed to be fragmented by the sword's authority, losing consciousness.

Just as Celestia thought everything was over, the fragmented girl recondensed in mid-air.

Black hair danced wildly in the sky, the pristine white dress instantly dyed black, and blood-purple roses gradually appeared at the hems.

"Hehehe—" A bizarre and flamboyant laugh escaped the girl's mouth.

"Maybe I should thank you, Celestia." Her eyes opened, revealing deep purple and magnificent irises, utterly unlike her previous identity as Hexia.

"Freeing me from that silly sister's grasp." With her fingertip brushing past her lips, strands of blood sprinkled, and a blood-colored crystal long sword slowly appeared in her palm.

"Who are you?" Celestia frowned, looking at the girl whose demeanor had completely changed.

"My name? Just call me Temisia." Her eyes radiated unrestrained purple, as she suddenly accelerated, the blood-colored sword charging rapidly toward Celestia.

Facing an almost invisible figure, Celestia employed the same technique. The holy artifact 'Tiraphi' raised high, the force field of static space expanded, freezing everything within a hundred miles.

However, this time, as if met with an unexpected situation, the girl snapped her fingers, shattering layers of space like glass, breaking through to Celestia's side. A deep blood scar split open Celestia's shoulder, black-red magic power patterns quickly spread, marking the most painful injury Celestia had ever sustained in battle.

Then they began to exchange blows continuously in the high sky, golden wings and dark wings flickering back and forth, their swords clashing. Each time resulted in the blood-colored long sword shattering, yet every time a new one appeared in Temisia's hand.

Once...

Three times...

Sixteen times...

With each encounter with this black-haired, purple-eyed girl, Celestia grew increasingly alarmed. Not only was her opponent extremely fast, her form could vanish instantly and reappear, like a butterfly whimsically traversing space.

Multiple identical figures emerged from all directions, each wielding the vivid Demon Sword, criss-crossing. Even though Celestia's power and strength far exceeded her opponent's, against such agile and mysterious foes, it seemed of little use, and the holy artifact 'Tiraphi' capable of manipulating space and time was unable to restrain this exceptional girl.

After another clash that separated them, Temisia floated in the air, casually twirling the purple-red sword in her hand, before gripping it in front of her.

"Though little Tilan can use my authority, she is, after all, my sister and can't wield this ability as expertly as I can."

"You are her sister, but why..." Celestia couldn't comprehend why the two resided within the same body.

"That's rather complicated to explain, and you're not worth my time to explain." Temisia regarded her opponent like a person doomed to die.

"Foolishly, in this era, you aim to raise a Black Sun." She looked up at the still coalescing grand solar halo in the sky.

"Tilan never tells you, but today's world can't harbor the things that should've been swept into history's rubble."

"That child is always too gentle, but sometimes such gentleness can be harmful. If it were me, I wouldn't have given you the sword; I would have made you submit and obey as you should."

In the face of this contemptuous tone, Celestia kept accumulating anger, wielding the holy sword, charging once more at Temisia.

"Oh, you still refuse to give up." Facing the incoming Celestia, her form flickered, then emerged from behind her opponent, thrusting a sword into Celestia's back, a blood-red sword aura penetrating her chest.

"Now taste this." Temisia twisted the sword hilt then withdrew it, spattering golden blood everywhere.

During these years, the only adversary Temisia found challenging was the Saintess of the Water, who was blessed by Sifnelian. Other opponents always had various vulnerabilities, and with her unbeatable space annihilation authority, she seldom felt troubled.

"Is that so." Celestia held the blood-stained sword hilt in one hand while pressing her chest with the other, golden light swirling in her eyes. She slowly lifted her head to face Temisia.

Just as Temisia thought her opponent would retaliate, Celestia's three pairs of wings transformed into streams of golden threads, tilted downward spreading, then her form rapidly soared towards the sky's apex, using 'Tiraphi's' power to speed up, resembling a golden stream of light.

During this flight, her wounds began healing, the halo on her brow growing brighter. The majestic solar halo overhead opened a small opening as if awaiting her arrival.

Before Temisia could stop her, it was too late.

In the outer atmosphere, multiple figures of Temisia brandishing swords slashed through Celestia's form, flickering continuously, pursuing the fast-rising meteor. Every strike tore long wounds on Celestia, but every injury ceaselessly healed, layers of golden halo spreading from her brow, elevating her consciousness and body towards a higher existence.

Finally, when Celestia reached the center of the solar halo, countless golden patterns spread in space, extending to the surrounding areas. At this moment, an even grander power and authority began to be bestowed upon her.

Golden veils dropped, concealing Celestia's face, her body enveloped under the sublime Sun Wheel Crown, as if the most beautiful golden veil embraced her. Everything began to transform differently, and at this moment, even if Temisia wanted to draw nearer, she couldn't break through the final halo domain.

At this moment, Celestia was just one step away from becoming the true Black Sun.

A fluttering shimmering light sand pierced the golden halo curtain, swept past the golden veil, brushing Celestia's ear, leaving a trace of blood.

In the final moment, that familiar figure appeared once more before Celestia, those eyes swirling with azure and deep purple brilliance, staring directly at her.

At this moment, through those eyes, Celestia seemed to see countless light and scenes, rushing faces, numerous rockets rising from the earth, long trains tunneling underground, aircraft soaring in the sky, vast stages filled with tens of thousands, the countless glow sticks in the night, and the vibrant figures on the stage...

No, this isn't real...

Celestia shook her head, disbelief seeping through at these wonderful scenes. The world had already slipped into abyss, none could escape.

Thanks to Tilan's kind intentions, even if you're deceiving me, I won't blame you.

Celestia shut her inner self, refusing to accept the emotions and images transmitted by the girl in front.

Step by step, she departed from the atmosphere, entered space, flying toward the majestic crown phantom outside the planet.