Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 24

Chapter 24: The Examiner (12)

Her mother, overwhelmed by grief and exhaustion, had fainted after hours of crying. Her eldest brother was racing against time, navigating the labyrinthine abyss to reach her.

Meanwhile, her father sat silently in front of the live stream. His face was etched with fatigue, his usually commanding presence dulled by worry.

Yet, despite his exhaustion, his gaze never left the screen.

“Ahcehera,” he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling with a mix of pride and desperation. “Hold on, my child.”

Ahcehera and Syverian stood on the precipice of battle, a lone mecha and its pilot against the looming wrath of the Zerg queen.

The air was thick with tension, but neither wavered. Together, they prepared to face the abyss.

Ahcehera fought until her body felt like it was on the verge of collapse. Each swing of her blade grew heavier, her once-precise movements now sluggish.

The Zerg queen towered above her, its massive form emitting a guttural roar that shook the cavern walls.

Several wounds marred Ahcehera’s body, blood seeping through her suit. Her breathing was labored, her vision blurring, but she refused to yield.

The Zerg queen lunged forward, its jagged appendages aiming to puncture the weakened mecha she piloted. Syverian, sensing the imminent danger, made a swift decision.

“Mistress, forgive me.”

Before Ahcehera could react, the cockpit’s emergency eject system activated.

She was violently thrown from the mecha, her body tumbling several meters before crashing into the ground. The impact left her breathless, her ribs aching with every attempt to inhale.

She groaned, pushing herself up with trembling arms. But there was no time to recover. Zergs surrounded her, their grotesque forms closing in like a suffocating tide.

I cannot die here!

Ahcehera gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stand despite the searing pain coursing through her body.

She knew her limits, knew that her body was barely holding on, but her will to survive burned brighter than ever.

A glimmer of silver appeared in her hand. It was a long sword, its blade etched with ancient runes that glowed faintly in the dim light of the cavern.

This was no ordinary weapon. It was a family heirloom, a relic passed down through generations of her royal lineage.

She had never thought she would wield it herself, let alone in such dire circumstances.

The Zergs lunged at her, their corrosive blood spraying with every strike she parried or dodged.

The acidic substance hissed as it splattered on the ground, eating through stone like it was paper.

Each swing of her blade felt like an eternity. Her strikes were precise but strained, her movements becoming increasingly desperate.

Wounds began to open on her arms, her legs, her side, each one a cruel reminder of her dwindling strength.

She fell to one knee, her breath ragged and her vision darkening at the edges. The Zerg queen let out another deafening screech, preparing for a final, devastating attack.

[She’s not going to make it… someone, please save her!]

[Is this really the end of the princess?]

[Where is the military?]

[She’s using the royal sword… I thought that weapon was purely ceremonial!]

Ahcehera tried to move, but her body refused to cooperate. The shadow of the Zerg queen loomed over her, its massive claw descending with lethal intent.

This is it, she thought bitterly, her grip on the sword faltering.

But just as the claw was about to strike, a flash of purple streaked through the air.

A massive purple mecha intercepted the attack, its shield absorbing the queen’s blow with an explosive force that sent shockwaves rippling through the cavern.

Ahcehera barely had time to process what was happening before she felt herself being lifted. In one swift motion, she was pulled into the cockpit of the mecha.

The stream viewers collectively gasped, their comments flooding in a frenzy of confusion and relief.

[WHO IS THAT? Is that the military?]

[It’s not the royal fleet! Who’s piloting that purple mecha?]

[Did you see how it blocked the queen’s attack? Incredible!]

[Is the princess safe now? Someone tell us!]

Ahcehera blinked, her vision clearing just enough to take in her surroundings.

She was seated inside the cockpit of the purple mecha. The controls were unfamiliar, but what caught her attention was the man seated beside her.

He was young, his sharp features illuminated by the faint glow of the cockpit’s interface. His deep-set eyes met hers briefly before focusing back on the controls.

“Hold tight,” he said, his voice calm and commanding despite the chaos outside.

Ahcehera, still dazed, managed a faint nod. “Thanks,” she muttered, her voice hoarse.

She fastened the seatbelt as instructed and leaned back into the chair, her body finally surrendering to the overwhelming exhaustion.

For the first time since the battle began, she allowed herself a moment of reprieve.

But even as she closed her eyes for a brief second, her mind raced with questions.

Who is this man? And why does his presence feel… familiar?

The purple mecha roared to life, its engines flaring as it prepared to face the Zerg queen once more.

“Let me borrow your strength, princess.”

The purple mecha moved with an elegance and power that left the Zerg queen no chance to retaliate.

Each strike it delivered was precise, and the queen’s massive form trembled under its relentless assault.

The final blow came with a blinding flash of energy that pierced the queen’s core, silencing its guttural roars once and for all.

The viewers on the stream erupted in shock and awe.

[Did it just… end the Zerg queen in one move?]

[Who is piloting that mecha? It’s not from the royal fleet!]

[The princess… is she safe?]

[I can’t believe this. That purple mecha came out of nowhere!]

Inside the cockpit, Ahcehera was no longer conscious. Her body had succumbed to exhaustion, her breathing shallow but steady.

The faint glow of healing potions coursed through her veins, keeping her stable.

“I’m sorry, I was late.”

The mysterious pilot glanced at her briefly, his expression unreadable. “Rest now,” he murmured quietly, steering the mecha toward the surface.