New Shenzhou No. 2 sailed off into the distance, while the knight who had lost his mount did not stop moving.
Of course, the rainbow-bright wings of light and the march toward a burning hell were all just Anne's perspective and imagination.
In reality, Yu Lian had simply detached from the destroyer, activated the space-gliding function on his heraldry mech, cranked it up to maximum speed, and headed straight for the Tirilo Valiant.
Naturally, he wasn't sparing the mech's energy in the slightest. To a Seventh-Ring psychic, a heraldry mech was nothing more than a means of transportation.
...Well, perhaps the oxygen tank and air conditioning were useful. They made things more comfortable, and saved him from spending that extra five percent of his stamina and psychic power just to survive in space.
Maybe it wouldn't even take five percent? Still, in an intense psychic battle, even five percent could make a substantial difference.
Yu Lian rapidly closed the distance to the Titan. Looking "down" at what lay beneath him, he saw a vast construct of silver and gray that filled almost his entire field of vision. It felt as though he were about to land on a steel plain. The energy trails glimmering with the faintest hints of red and blue were winding rivers, while the gun turrets and close-defense rotary cannons of every size were mountains and forests.
In any case, before this "land" made entirely of steel, one lone fighter like him was utterly insignificant—truly as tiny as an ant crawling slowly across a plain.
But the starship, a colossal vessel like a castle, didn't seem to think that a lone, weak, and helpless individual such as him posed no threat. The barrage rushing toward him was denser than a storm with no gaps between its raindrops.