Of Steel and Roses: Silver-Haired Loli on a Rampage Chapter 127: The Demon God Who Descended from the Sky

The cha engineer's shout brought Julian's thoughts back to the present.

"Go, Young Master."

The old man said.

"Show them the glory of Weber Family."

Julian took a deep breath.

He climbed onto the cha, sat in the cockpit, and buckled his seatbelt.

The mont the Spinal Interface pierced in, a familiar stinging sensation washed over him.

Then ca that wonderful feeling—

The cha beca an extension of his own body.

He could feel every armor plate of the cha.

He could feel the range of motion in every joint.

He could feel the temperature and pressure of the steam flowing through the pipes.

He stood up.

The cha's feet stepped onto the concrete ground, letting out a dull rumble.

He tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

The blade reflected the sunlight, dazzling and sharp.

He walked toward the center of the field.

Deafening cheers erupted from the spectator stands.

"Julian—!"

"Weber—!"

"Iron Cross—!"

Julian's cha ca to a halt in the center of the field.

Opposite him, Conrad's cha also approached.

That Heavy Swordsman-type cha was half a head taller than Julian's, and its armor plates were engraved with the crest of House Waldenburg—a hawk with outspread wings, its talons clutching a sword.

Conrad's two-handed steam greatsword rested on his shoulder; the blade was a full three ters long and over half a ter wide.

If that sword were swung with full force, it could cleave Julian's cha in half from head to toe.

But Julian did not back down.

He raised his own sword and took a combat stance.

Conrad also lowered the greatsword from his shoulder, gripping the hilt with both hands.

The two chas faced off.

The cheers from the spectator stands gradually subsided.

Everyone held their breath.

A middle-aged instructor in an academy uniform acted as the referee; he stood at the edge of the field and raised the signal flag in his hand.

"Finals—"

His voice spread across the entire training ground through the gaphone.

"Julian von Weber—"

"Versus—"

"Conrad von Waldenburg—"

"Prepare—"

Julian's fingers tightened around the hilt.

Conrad's cha sank slightly, taking a posture to build up power.

"Be—"

The referee hadn't even finished his sentence.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound of sothing tearing through the air ca from the sky.

Everyone was stunned.

Julian looked up.

He saw a point of light appear in the sky.

That point of light was rapidly expanding.

Julian's first reaction was that it was a teor.

But a teor wouldn't make such a sharp whistling sound.

The sound was like sothing tearing through the air, falling from an extre height at an incredible speed.

The cheering in the stands stopped.

Everyone looked up at the sky.

Conrad also stopped his movents; his cha turned to face the sky.

The point of light grew larger and larger.

Brighter and brighter.

Julian squinted his eyes.

He could see the outline of the object clearly.

It wasn't a teor.

It was—

A cha?

No.

The shape didn't look like a cha.

It was more like so kind of aircraft.

A streamlined fuselage, extended wings, and brilliant white flas spewing from the tail.

But those flas weren't from thrusters.

They were flas generated by friction.

It was burning.

The entire surface of the aircraft was enveloped in a layer of orange-red fire, like a teorite falling from the heavens.

"What is that—"

Conrad's voice ca through the communication channel.

His voice carried confusion and a hint of unease.

Julian didn't answer.

Because he didn't know either.

He stared at the rapidly approaching fireball, montarily forgetting to retreat.

Its descent speed was terrifyingly fast.

Julian could hear the screeching of the air being torn apart; the sound grew louder and more piercing, like soone scratching a chalkboard with their nails, but amplified a thousand tis over.

And then—

The thing began to transform.

Just when it was less than sixty ters from the ground.

The streamlined fuselage began to split.

The wings began to fold.

The tail structure began to reorganize.

Julian saw those armor plates sliding, those joints unfolding, and the entire shape of the aircraft changing from a streamlined fighter jet into a—

Humanoid.

A cha.

A burning cha falling from the sky.

The entire transformation process was as fluid as so kind of precise chanical dance.

There was no stuttering.

There was no hesitation.

Every movent was precise to the millisecond level.

But it was still falling.

The speed did not slow down.

The flas were still burning.

The cha's feet were pointed downward, taking a landing posture.

But at this height—

At this speed—

It would smash straight through the ground.

Then Julian saw an even more incredible scene.

A golden light screen suddenly appeared beneath the cha's feet.

The light screen was thin as a cicada's wing, translucent, and shimring with a soft golden glow.

It appeared out of thin air, like so kind of magic.

The cha's feet stepped onto the light screen.

Crack.

The light screen shattered.

But the cha's descent speed slowed down a bit.

Just a bit.

Then a second light screen appeared.

In the sa position.

The sa golden color.

The cha stepped on it again.

Crack.

It shattered again.

The speed slowed down once more.

A third one.

A fourth one.

A fifth one.

Each light screen appeared out of thin air beneath the cha's feet, and each one shattered the mont it bore the impact.

But each shattering reduced the falling speed of that cha.

Julian couldn't count how many light screens there were.

Ten? Twenty? Thirty?

They spread out in the air like stairs, yet shattered one by one like glass.

Golden fragnts danced in the air like so kind of brilliant fireworks.

But it still wasn't enough.

The cha's speed was still too fast.

Even with the buffering of those light screens, it was still falling at a lethal speed.

Conrad clearly realized sothing as well.

His cha began to retreat.

"Damn it—its landing point is right here—"

His voice ca through the communication channel, filled with obvious panic.

His cha turned and began to run.

The heavy cha's running speed wasn't fast, but Conrad was doing his best.

Every step his cha took pounded deep footprints into the ground, and steam gushed out from the cooling fins.

But it was too late.

The cha's descent trajectory—

Was exactly above Conrad.

Another light screen appeared.

This ti, the light screen was larger than all the previous ones.

Much larger.

Its diater exceeded ten ters, and its thickness was at least three tis that of the previous ones.

Golden light spread out in the air like a massive mirror.

The cha stepped onto this light screen.

BOOM—

This ti, it wasn't a crisp shattering sound.

It was a dull thud of impact.

Like soone hitting a bell with a giant hamr.

The light screen didn't shatter imdiately.

It held.

At least for a split second.

The cha's feet sank deep into the light screen, and countless cracks appeared on its surface, spreading outward ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) from beneath the feet like a spiderweb covering the entire screen.

And then—

CRACK.

This light screen also shattered.

The cha fell through the shattered light screen.

Golden fragnts danced around it.

The flas were still burning, but they had begun to die out.

Its feet were straight down.

"No—"

Conrad's voice ca through the communication channel.

It was a roar of despair.

BOOM—!

The entire Third Training Ground shook.

The concrete ground buckled and shattered at the mont of impact.

Countless cracks spread outward from the impact point like so kind of twisted pattern.

Dust and smoke soared into the sky.

Grey smoke instantly enveloped the entire impact zone, obscuring everyone's vision.

Then ca the wind pressure.

A massive shockwave of wind pressure expanded outward from the impact point.

The wind pressure was like a solid wall, carrying a scorching temperature and a pungent burnt sll as it swept across the entire training ground.

Julian's cha was pushed back two steps by the wind pressure.

He had to plunge his sword into the ground to steady himself.

People in the spectator stands covered their faces; so were even blown off balance by the wind pressure, falling back into their seats.

The dust was slowly clearing.

Julian squinted, trying to see the situation within the smoke.

He saw Conrad's cha.

Conrad's cha was still sprawled on the ground, motionless.

The back armor was completely caved in, and steam hissed out from the damaged pipes.

And above Conrad's cha—

The cha that had fallen from the sky stood up.

One of its feet was planted on Conrad's shoulder.

Conrad's cha let out the sound of overburdened, twisting tal beneath its foot.

The dust cleared completely.

Sunlight spilled over that cha.

Julian finally saw its full appearance.

A slender figure, fluid armor lines, and wings folded behind its back.

The white paint reflected a dazzling light under the sun.

The layer of fire enveloping the cha hadn't completely gone out; orange-red embers danced on the armor's surface like sothing alive.

The cha's head—

A halo erged behind it.

Golden light wove into a perfect circle in the air, floating behind the cha's head and slowly rotating.

The halo emitted a soft and holy glow, like the aura above a deity's head in so religious painting.

A white cha.

A golden halo.

Stepping on a fallen enemy.

Descended from the heavens.

In that mont, only one term ca to Julian's mind.

Demon God.

This was a demon god, descended from the heavens.