Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

Chapter 1434 83: The North Wind and the Sun

A bolt of lightning split the twilight sky, golden serpents dancing wildly among the thick dark clouds, and in an instant, heavy rain poured down.

On a southern island, a woman in a long gray hemp robe stood beneath a tree, lifting the brim of her wide hat to gaze at the magnificent scenery occasionally revealed through the gaps in the dark clouds, the silver and golden crowns as splendid as palaces in the firmament.

The conflict between the sun and the moon had caused the planet's climate to become abnormal, with intense sun causing massive evaporation of water vapor, which then poured down when it cooled, resulting in extensive torrential rains.

In space, Tilan stood within the huge clock face engulfed in silver fire, and beside her, the twelve phases of the moon glowed like a revolving lantern, countless fragments of silver light sand appearing in the void, surrounding the entire clock face like a silver mist, making it difficult for the outside world to see the scene within.

On the other side, Celestia launched another attack, six enormous fireballs gradually forming around her, each of these fireballs burning with boiling golden flames was nearly a hundred kilometers in diameter, interwoven, with countless complex patterns of branding visible within, continually condensing the surrounding flame and heat.

A few breaths later, these fireballs burst forth with dazzling light, from which a golden chariot emerged, drawn by six horses with high heads, hooves stepping on flames, their golden manes like rolling waves.

Next, a massive golden harp flew out of the light flames, its strings made of gold automatically vibrating without touch, the ripples dispersing the black clouds and mist, making the earth clear, revealing all within the Moon Crown.

Following that, a sacred golden longsword shot out from the light, its blade burning with the Sun Fire, leaving nearly eternal floral decorations, its elegant design resembling the most noble and beautiful work of art.

Immediately, a large round shield imprinted with the divine bird in golden flame emerged from the firelight, its surface shimmering with a silver-gold gleam, reflecting the scene like a mirror.

Before long, a dazzling golden bow fell from the flames, suspended in front of Celestia, its bow engraved with poetic inscriptions in intricate patterns.

Finally, the brilliant divine fire condensed, forming three sharp arrows, each arrow as keen as an eagle's eye, overflowing with sharpness, landing beside the golden bow.

Six suns, six divine artifacts, now surrounding Celestia, radiating their unique and strange authority, trembling and humming as they gathered, the sound of golden iron reverberating.

At this moment, Celestia drew the bow with one hand and nocked an arrow with the other, and as the arrow was aimed at the figure within the Moon Crown, a dangerous chill rose in Tilan's heart, realizing this was the Moon Crown's warning, a premonition of possible future death.

This is indeed challenging...

Facing Celestia, who was unleashing all her divine power, Tilan felt waves of pressure; her rising Moon Crown lacked the near-infinite magic power of the Solar Crowns, no wonder there had never been a Black Moon, only Black Suns, given the Solar Crowns' obvious advantages.

However, it's not that she had no means to respond at this point.

Her heterochromatic blue and deep purple eyes gently closed, as she spread her hands, soon causing the static Moon Clock behind her to start turning, an inaudible clock chime ringing through the earth, making every creature that heard it feel tension and tremor.

In an instant, Celestia's bowstring released, the three sharp eagle eye arrows shot out in a flash, transforming into brilliant streams of light that pierced through the Moon Crown, directly penetrating, as if by visual and psychological expectation, these three arrows should have directly pierced the body of the maiden hosting the Moon Crown, but the reality astonished onlookers.

Almost at the moment the three arrows entered, Tilan opened her eyes, and the three arrows froze before her, touched by her fingers, the three golden arrows dissolved into dispersing golden threads, passing by the maiden's side, then vanished, the whole process felt as though time suddenly slowed down, then resumed again, allowing the girl with the Moon Crown to dissolve this attack at minimal cost.

Expectations for the bow and arrows' ineffectiveness did not surprise Celestia, had it been so easy to kill the maiden before her, it would have been beyond her expectations.

She discarded the golden bow, transforming it into a stream of light that shattered the periphery of the Moon Crown, the golden chariot then entering, continually crashing through the silver barriers under the pull of the six strong horses, charging into the Moon Crown's interior, followed closely by the golden harp, longsword, and round shield.

The ripples from the harp caused the stagnation in space-time to shatter, the force field from the round shield deflected the silver fire bullets aimed at the chariot, the longsword shattered the isolating barriers, allowing the chariot to constantly rip through the Moon Crown's defenses, breaching layers of protection and entering within.

When the chariot tore through the last layer of protection, entering the innermost layer of the Moon Crown, the silver Moon Clock was right before it, the war horses neighed loudly, the golden chariot continuously accelerated, dashing towards the seemingly frail maiden in front of the clock face.

However, as it truly touched that quietly floating figure, layers of silver ripples spread throughout the space, with the entire chariot appearing to crash into a silver lake surface, sinking down.

Within that silver lake surface, directly in front of the golden chariot, an identical silver chariot was also dashing towards it, the chariot equipped with a harp, longsword, and round shield as well.

The two were like the tip of a needle confronting an awl, arranged in a straight line, charging towards each other, the galloping war horses equally agile, the dashing chariots burning with the same intense flame.