Chapter 886: Fierce Battle_2

In the void, Holy Sword Finis took a few jogging steps before its engines roared into life, and she too soared into the sky.

Damn it, the position is all wrong!

Seeing her opponent closing in, Dilia swiftly retracted her long-range weapons without hesitation, which was fundamental piloting knowledge. She could not guarantee that her next attack would hit, and even if it did, considering Ophelia's capabilities, she could likely tilt her angle and deflect the shot.

But Dilia was different: the launchers on her chest could be described as ammunition racks, and one careless hit could lead to the destruction of her mecha and her own death. She was young and beautiful and certainly did not wish to perish so early.