The Mech Touch novel Chapter 7463

Chapter 7463: Mutual Progression

Saint Davia Stark had no idea how her initial target was able to blink away in the nick of time, but she did not believe that she would miss again.

This was especially the case now that she knew that the enemy possessed this capability!

Her attention narrowed into a razor sharp arrow that pointed straight at the orven phase lord.

The alien leader in question did not let down his guard. He continued to hold his alloy shield as if his life depended on it, which was a very prudent action on his part.

The intensely glowing Amaranto Mark III made no secret which target she intended to strike next!

Saint Stark disdained to play any misdirection games. She believed too much in the firepower of her mech and her own skill in marksmanship to resort to any dirty moves.

For a moment, nothing else mattered in their minds except each other.

Davia Stark’s intuition told her that her chosen target most likely possessed the ability to blink to safety yet again.

Yet the only way for him to succeed was to predict her timing correctly.

She did not know how her adversary was able to do so with such accuracy, but she refused to believe that he could read her like an open book.

Seconds passed as both sides remained on standby.

This could not last as the Amaranto Mark III and her Instrument of Vengeance had reached close to full charge.

Both the remarkable archemech and the luminar crystal rifle lacked the strength to contain so many energies at such elevated levels for a long duration of time.

Perhaps the story might be different once the Amaranto received her much-anticipated superdimensional upgrade, but that was probably at least a year away from happening.

For now, Saint Stark felt increasing pressure to pull the trigger before her own machine started to melt and malfunction.

Her mind momentarily blanked before she abruptly pulled the trigger!

Once again, the area around the ace marksman mech and the space around the living mech and her target seemed to darken as an enormous magenta energy beam cut through the distance!

Davia had channeled all of her pride, fury, indignation and will to succeed into her attack, causing it to become more powerful and persistent than the previous attack!

Such a strike would have definitely been able to pierce through multiple defensive layers before inflicting a serious or even crippling injury to a mere lesser phase lord!

Yet...

"She missed again!"

"What is happening?!"

"The interval is even shorter this time! Only 0.544 seconds passed between the enemy phase lord blinking away and the ace mech launching her shot!"

"These phase lords have evolved!"

A single split-second evasion may have been a fluke.

Twice was not a fluke. It was a pattern.

The orven phase lord may not look that impressive compared to his peers, but he had most definitely gained at least one major upgrade!

All of the alien phase lords gained confidence in this display of spatial prowess. Their traversal speed increased while they relied on their energy defenses to block incoming attacks.

Everyone began to take the enemy a little more seriously. The Larkinsons had grown too accustomed to fighting the enemy cannon fodder. They finally realized that the ones stationed across the border may not necessarily be so inadequately trained and equipped.

Multiple warships began to divert a hefty amount of processing power into analyzing the possible new strengths and capabilities of the approaching lesser phase lords.

One of their fastest conclusions was that not all of the native gods received cutting-edge goodies.

While all of them wore thicker and more advanced raiments, the ones worn by the orven phase lord and a handful of other alien champions possessed distinctive traits that were absent in others.

Technological propagation was highly inconsistent among the native aliens.

Since the Larkinsons struggled to update all of their low-ranking and high-ranking mechs to the newest and most advanced specifications, the problem was at least ten times worse among the major alien races!

After analyzing all of the data, the Saint Commander immediately issued an order to Saint Stark.

"Your targeting priorities have changed. Give up on your current obsession and clean up the phase lords that appear to be less well-equipped. The probability that they can evade your attack by relying on an apparently automatic response is significantly lower."

The ace marksman mech scowled inside her cockpit.

She hated the fact that she failed twice in a row. She wanted to take out that smug orven phase lord even more than before!

"FINE." She grumbled.

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