Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 601: Heavenly Change

The golden light spread across the galaxy, and the light that could not be looked directly at penetrated all barriers, armor, and seemed to reach the deepest part of the soul. Faced with the gaze of such a great will, many soldiers and officers of the Fifth Fleet suffered mental collapse on the spot. It seemed to be telling you with the most indestructible facts that everything you have done is wrong and irreversible.

When the incomparably beautiful sun crown shone, invisible golden ripples spread, and the entire star system was also swept by a vast solar wind. High-energy particles continuously washed over the starships of the Fifth Fleet, blue smoke rose, and various components inside the starships malfunctioned. The barrier force field that originally covered the entire fleet also quickly dissipated.

The Fifth Fleet, which originally had the upper hand, fell into an extremely dangerous situation in an instant. Without the interference and protection of the force field, many starships were directly exposed to the enemy's fire. In addition, due to the mental suppression of the Sun-class Divas, many crew members on the ships fell into coma and dizziness, and their consciousness was blurred, making it difficult for them to operate.

In response, the commanders of the Fifth Fleet quickly issued a retreat order, but even so, many starships crashed and exploded before they could leave the Hemu star field, turning into dust and scrap metal in the universe.

On August 1259, 8, the Fifth Fleet of the Rose Federation was defeated in the Hemu Star Region. About 14% of the starships were destroyed in the Hemu Star Region. The withdrawing fleet also suffered heavy casualties, and most of them were on the verge of scrapping. For a long time, the Fifth Fleet would not be able to be deployed to the battlefield. Many people also suffered extremely serious psychological trauma after this battle.

The magnificent crown rising among the galaxies was brilliant and beautiful. Even if the federal officials wanted to conceal the news, the news of the rising of the new sun crown was like a huge wave that crushed the earth and swept across the entire galaxy. No matter whether it was the most remote and secluded star field in the federation or the most prosperous and luxurious mansion in the center, everyone could not sleep all night because of it.

More than a thousand years ago, the 'Flower of Golden Flame' Isanissa, with her powerful personal charm and strength, united the scattered forces across the sea of ​​stars and established a federation. Her name, her deeds, her will, even after a thousand years, are still remembered and believed in by countless people. It can be said that the most ideal image of a singer in everyone's mind is Isanissa, and she also represents the absolute orthodoxy and righteousness of this country.

And now, the Federation, which claims to be the orthodox and highest authority, has not only failed to win despite its huge advantage in dealing with and suppressing the rebellion, but the other side has even produced a brand new Sunday-level singer. Such news is the most ruthless mockery and blow to the Federation, which still does not have a Sunday-level singer, because it denies the authority of the entire Central Council and the orthodoxy it has always held in the most irrefutable and shocking way.

Countless federal citizens with faith are questioning the current Central Parliament, and the parliamentarians, whose dignity has been lost, cannot save the situation no matter how many explanations they give.

Protests, marches, flag burnings, assassinations of notorious officials, society gradually became unrest, and the already accumulated resentment and dissatisfaction began to burst out, and this situation gradually got out of control, like a dam collapsing step by step before a flood.

"Let those shameless and incompetent congressmen step down!"

"This is the greatest shame in the history of the Federation!"

"Why has the Federation not had a Sunday-level singer in the past hundred years?"

"Power is held by the most greedy and cowardly people, who rule from behind with intrigue and deception."

"This is the revelation of Isainessa, this is the declaration of the end of the world!"

"I've had enough of this rotten, stinking world."

"They must die to pay for their crimes!"

"Liar! Villain! Die!"

"Let's burn everything to ashes!"

On the central street, several rows of black military police, holding shields and leaning against sturdy armored vehicles, blocked the crowd that was surging like a tide.

The situation is getting worse every minute, with new areas launching marches and protests every hour, and worse news coming from various star fields every day. Even though the Federal Central Council still has five powerful fleets, there is no sense of security at this moment.

In the fortress city of the Crown Star Region, a closed discussion meeting is being held, and those present are all at the top of the federal power structure.

"We must stabilize the situation. We don't have much time left." A stern-faced congressman spoke in a deep voice.

Today's meeting was not as noisy as in the past. It was exceptionally quiet and depressing, with everyone racking their brains to think of a solution.

"How about letting the army suppress the situation and stabilize it?" a thin congressman asked tentatively in a low voice.

"Oh, this is simply the worst and stupidest practice." Another congressman present directly denied it.

"If we are still 80% sure of controlling the army now, I'm afraid we won't even be 30% sure after you issue this order."

"Do you think we are suppressing a rebellion? Now the core base of the federation is opposing us. If we let the army suppress it, it will only intensify the conflict. If one of the officers is slightly shaken and turns against us, can you imagine the horror of that? The entire army will rebel like falling dominoes, because we have already lost the basis for our rule."

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After that, several other members of parliament came up with ideas, but under the current extremely bad situation, none of them are feasible and there is no hope.

"This is not possible, and that is not possible. Do we all have to resign?" one of the congressmen vented his nervous and suppressed emotions.

"No, no, no, do you really think that resigning will be the end of it?" One of the congressmen sneered.

"Do you really think it's going to be like before, with you and me being nice? That's impossible."

"The next congressmen and officials, their quickest, simplest and most popular policy is to liquidate us, arrest us one by one and send us to the prison of the trial court to be hanged. This will not only make the people feel relieved, greatly ease the conflict, add merit to themselves, but also plunder everything we have."

"Think about what will happen to your family and children. Giving up power at this time is tantamount to death."

"Even if we have to retreat, we must leave enough people to occupy key positions and never let go of everyone." After saying this, the congressman slowly sat down.

"But even if I step down and give up my position, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resolve the current situation. I have to make some drastic changes and use other things to divert attention."

"Although Blanche was promoted to the Sun-level singer, her process was very abnormal and was very inconsistent with the singers recorded in history. We can guess that although she has temporarily risen to the Sun Crown, there must be many flaws in it and it will be difficult for it to last."

"So?" The others looked at the congressman.

"I think we should also learn from Blanche's methods in the Western Star Region and give birth to a new Sunday-level singer. This will greatly enhance our confidence and also respond to the most serious orthodoxy problem at the moment."

"After we have a Sunday-level singer to stabilize the situation, we can start to fight back and criticize Blanche for using extremely cruel and coercive means to force the residents of the Western Star Region to believe in her. This will create intimidation and make the residents of the Federation hate and fear the 'Rose King' and ensure the stability of the people."

Listening to the congressman's description, many people have begun to imagine such a scene and escape from the current tense and stressful environment.

"Let's do it!" Someone started banging on the table.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang--" A continuous and deafening sound of slapping tables rang out in the conference hall, and everyone agreed to this plan.

"Okay, okay, now our question is which singer should we choose as this candidate?"

The discussion did not last too long, because everyone already had a vague candidate in mind. The ice elf singer who grew up in the central star field, who they were already familiar with and trusted, was almost an unavoidable choice.

"'Silver Snow' Orlesi, there won't be a better candidate than her."

"I have liked this girl since ten years ago." "Her family, her relatives, everything she is familiar with is in the Central Star Region. She must be the most loyal singer."

"I don't think you will choose anyone else. Those singers from local star regions all have ways to retreat. They will not agree with us."

"Especially the 'Wind Calyx Fruit' Shui Yanqing. The mere existence of this kind of singing girl will cause controversy."

"It looks like everyone has made their choice, so let's get started."

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On August 8, about one-third of the members of the Federal Central Parliament announced their resignation, apologizing for a series of previous wrong policies and saying it was a regret in their lives.

Afterwards, the remaining members of the Central Parliament, while criticizing the mistakes made by the resigned members, promised the public that they would thoroughly clean up the corruption and the gap between the rich and the poor that had accumulated in the Federation for many years. They also expressed their willingness to fully support the country's existing singers, strive to create a more just and clear environment, boost the economy, and negotiate a ceasefire agreement with the 'Rose King's Court'.

On August 8, 'Yin Tianxue' Orles was invited to attend the official ceremony of the Federation to award the Moon-level singer. In order to make up for the fact that the singer was not taken seriously in the past, the Central Council decided to promote her for free on the public channels of various star fields, and issued a notice that the entire Federation would have a day off on August 21 to celebrate the promotion of this beautiful elf girl.

Apart from the official support policies, in fact, all the star regions in the central part of the Federation are making every effort to promote 'Silver Snow' Orlais, including her life, her performance videos, her song albums, her interviews, her vision for the future, her small shows, etc. Such a scale and momentum is rare in history.

At this point, the popularity and reputation of 'Silver Snow' Orlesi began to soar within the Federation, far surpassing other singers. The authorities even began to indulge some small media, asking them to exaggerate Orlesi's strength and influence in their publicity, saying that she was about to reach the edge of a Sunday-level singer and was on par with Blanche.

The situation is still unstable and conflicts continue, but compared to a week ago, at least it has not continued to deteriorate. The Central Parliament then threw out various new policy discussions and let federal residents vote. For example, in the next year, the allocation of financial investment in various departmental projects should give more to education, medical care, elderly care and support for poor areas, etc.

These issues sparked arguments within the protest group, and the spearhead that was originally directed at the central parliament began to turn inward and split among themselves.

The situation is gradually stabilizing. Although various protests and marches continue, their scale and degree of unity are gradually decreasing compared to before.

In the auditorium of the Golden Flower Academy, Orlais stood on a high platform in her gorgeous attire. She wore a small and delicate silver crown on her head and a silver ribbon on her body. Her long skirt was like an inverted silver-blue tulip, dotted with layers of floral decorations, which reflected starlight under the light.

At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, pressed her hands lightly on her chest and sang softly. In front of her and in the audience were girls carefully selected from various star fields. They all practiced the secret arts related to singing girls and were above Sequence 6. They were geniuses from various places. At this moment, these girls wore the same silver-blue dress, with snow-white gauze on their heads, and put their hands together. Whenever Orlais sang a line, they would follow suit and their voices were like layers of fine waves, echoing in the dome.

Since Blanche was expanding her abilities and influence as a singer without any scruples, the Federal Central Council no longer hid it. Thousands of talented girls from various star regions were sent to Academy City almost every day. Many of them had a musical foundation and had learned the secret books related to singers. Now their duty was to serve as the fulcrum of 'Silver Snow' Orles and spread the influence and abilities of this singer.

Compared to the barren and educationally backward western star region, the central star region with a developed economy and numerous higher education institutions can find more suitable personnel in a shorter period of time. They are more talented, stronger, and more numerous.

The holy singing echoed in the venue, and a pale silver halo lit up from Orlais' body, spreading throughout the venue. Their spiritual consciousness gradually approached and resonated, and the sound of the chorus was like layers of blooming silver lotus waves, constantly spreading.

At the same time, in a corner of the Crown Star Region.

The huge dark silver humanoid weapon continued to accelerate, making a strange and whistling sound in the sky. The unfolded four-leaf diamond-shaped wings on its back emitted a gradient red light, cutting through the atmosphere, giving this large weapon unimaginable flexibility.

It kept turning, flying, and diving in the sky, performing various difficult combat moves in an extremely smooth and silky manner. Finally, the mecha dived across the ground, slowed down under the propulsion of the jet nozzle in front of the shoulder, and slowly landed on the ground.

Half a minute later, the rear hatch of the mecha opened and a young girl walked out. She took off her dark golden helmet and shook it slightly, revealing her smooth long hair.

Tilan stood on the extended high-altitude bridge, looked back at the mecha that had been shut down, then jumped off the bridge platform that was dozens of meters high and walked into the building hall on the side.

Soon after entering, she was surrounded by a group of researchers and medical staff, and then sat on the testing table in the laboratory to have her various body data checked.

"All indicators are within the normal range." A few minutes later, she stood up and the staff next to her reported to her.

"You are indeed a treasure bestowed by the gods, Hecate." The researcher wearing glasses put down the recording board.

"Okay, Professor Xia Mu, there's no need to praise me like this every day." Tilan looked around the laboratory, found the water dispenser in the corner, and drank some water.

“Any progress in the research?”

"We have seen some progress, but it will take a long time to combine the technologies of the two companies." The professor pushed his glasses. He looked to be in his 30s and was the top researcher in the institute. He was currently at Lepton Sequence 7.

"The Dark Silver has great resistance to the twisting and oscillation of space, which allows the mecha to shuttle between space cracks very quickly. When applied to the battlefield, it can constantly flash, attack and dodge. This ability is simply overwhelming for ordinary mechas."

"But the energy consumption is too high. An ordinary mecha can't sustain a few space travels before it falls apart." Tilan complained a little. The current concept is indeed very good, but it is not easy to realize.

"It's like this during the trial phase. You don't have to worry too much about the cost, as long as you achieve the target effect. As for reducing costs and mass production, that's something the company should consider." Professor Xia Mu took out the pen from his collar, then pointed it at the wall, projecting the current blueprint data of the mecha.

"The goal of our research institute is to produce the most elite and specialized ace mechas. If it is only for the purpose of killing data in war, then there is no need for it to be established."

"As an ace mecha, its role is not to kill a few more ordinary enemies, but to achieve greater strategic goals, such as various surprise attacks, shuttling through fierce battlefields to complete special missions, rescuing key people from crises, etc."

The two of them talked a lot, and other researchers in the laboratory occasionally interjected a few words.

"I heard that there are protests and marches all over the central star field right now, but you guys never seem to care." Tilan thought of the shocking news she had recently heard.

"Oh, you are talking about the Western Star Region. Indeed, we don't care much about it. It's too far away." Xia Mu picked up the coffee and answered absent-mindedly while looking at the data.

"The defense system of the Crown Star Region is far more powerful than the outside world imagines. There are no less than six 'God-like Machines' sleeping in the Fortress City. They were all weapons used to 'kill gods' back then. A single Sunday-level singer is not enough to threaten this place. During the civil war, the losing side did not lack Sunday-level singers."

"But as you said, the current problems of the Federation are indeed not small, but I am just a person who studies mechas. It won't change anything if I care about this. Those political matters are taken care of by the bigwigs."

After hearing this, Tilan thought about it and asked curiously: "If the fleet of the Western Star Region attacks the Central Star Region, will the Third Fleet of the Crown Star Region be dispatched?"

"No." Xia Mu answered almost subconsciously without moving his eyes.

"I know the military well. I've been in the Third Fleet before. They will not leave the Corona Starfield. Not only does this place hold the secrets of the Federation's heritage, but the remains of Her Highness Emuralin, the 'Cobalt Tears', are also preserved underground in the deepest part of the fortress city. The Third Fleet, which was rebuilt and endowed with spiritual beliefs by the 'Cobalt Tears', will not abandon this place."

"If the day of the decisive battle really comes, the entire fortress city planet will move together with the Third Fleet, and the ultimate weapon in the fortress city will also be activated. I don't know what it is exactly, but according to various rumors, this should be the legacy left by the Mechanical Council in the Beyonder era."

"Oh, I see..." Tilan looked at the star map projected on the screen on the wall.

"The Federation is still strong."

This strength is the cornerstone of stability, but it is also a shackle that restricts reform. Even those high-level officials with vested interests find it difficult to shake the framework of this powerful political system. All they can do is to act like termites, clinging to this giant whale and gnawing on its flesh and corpse.

(End of this chapter)