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

Chapter 616: Sun and Snow

While Tilan was negotiating with the singers in the southern star region and constantly contacting figures from regional star forces, the war in the central star region was also evolving.

Although it is a civil war, this war is not a life-and-death battle like the one four hundred years ago. It is more of a fight among the upper echelons of the federation and has little to do with ordinary people. Both sides are fighting for the control of the star field and star ports, but there is no actual control over the ground.

The advantage of this is that it avoids many conflicts and the consumption of manpower, allowing the combined fleet of the western star region to advance rapidly. The disadvantage is that once the fleet that has penetrated deep into the star region is defeated, they will have almost no way to return, because these star regions that are not well controlled can be easily recaptured by the Federation's patrol fleet.

“We have limited time!”

On the Titan flagship of the Combined Fleet, Odo, the commander of the entire army, gave a speech to nearly 100,000 officers and soldiers in front of him with a voice as loud as a bell. He clenched his fist with a sonorous and powerful movement, and his loud voice struck the hearts of everyone present.

"An incomplete victory is a failure. The Western Star Region only has this one chance. We must defeat the Sixth Fleet, march to the Twin Trees Star Region, force the Federation to admit defeat, dissolve the Central Council, completely re-select the Council members, and completely change the Federation structure!"

"This is the only way out. We must give up any illusions of compromise and make our enemies suffer so much that they will curb their greed and arrogance."

"You are the pride of the Western Star Region, the spark of the Revolutionary Federation, and the loyal followers of Her Highness Blanche. Now, tell me! Are you willing to fight to the death for this great mission?"

"Blood and Glory!"

The sound of response reverberated like waves within the Titan flagship, echoing throughout the sea of ​​stars.

After a long time, the ships carrying officers and soldiers returned to their respective starships, and the fleet in the western star region also rested and left the star port again.

They have received news that the Federation's Sixth Main Fleet has assembled and is now deployed in the Anlin Star Region ahead.

The flagship hall, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people, has its lights off at this moment. It is quiet and empty. In the dark hall, the only light source is the giant glass on both sides that is hundreds of meters high. Standing next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that look like a giant's palace, one can see warships leaving the star port outside. Their blue wakes are like stars rising up and then disappearing into the distance.

Although the decisive battle has not really begun yet, everyone present knows that many people will never come back from this expedition.

As a soldier, dying in the sea of ​​stars is indeed a kind of romance. Especially in this gradually corrupt country, sacrificing oneself for ideals brings a kind of martyrdom-like spiritual satisfaction.

Although I have taken many wrong paths and wasted my life and youth, it seems worth it if I die on this road in the end.

Such an idea is incomprehensible to those who are accustomed to the life of feasting and revelry, but for the people in the Western Star Region who have spent most of their lives suffering from poverty, envy and inferiority, this is an extremely proud and satisfying path.

Yes, they won’t get it in the end and will most likely die tragically in the flames of war, but those who have been bullying us won’t have an easy time either. It’s better to die together than to keep losing.

I would rather die than vent my anger.

The rebellion in the Western Star Region was not the result of the evil deeds of a certain official, nor was it the charm of Blanche herself, but rather the systemic contradictions and grievances accumulated in the Federation over hundreds of years.

The seeds have been planted long ago, now they are just being ignited.

……

Under the quiet huge glass curtain wall, a figure sits there alone. Compared with the transparent curtain wall hundreds of meters high, the chair she sits on is like a speck of dust on the seabed. When the camera zooms out, it may even be ignored and invisible.

The sea of ​​stars is so vast, and humans are so small.

Time flows slowly in silence. Being in this space, you can't hear any sound from outside. You can only see endless warships sailing into the distance. Each warship carries the future of thousands or tens of thousands of families, but now they are heading to the final battlefield.

Curled up under the high throne seat, Blanche hugged her knees, staring at the warships flying past outside. Her gaze was like a frozen picture, with only the spots of light left by their wakes passing by on the glass.

I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe it is already late at night. A woman in court uniform slowly walked over from the side of the curtain wall. She stopped beside Blanche and bent over to ask.

"Your Highness, it's time to rest."

"Hmm..." The gaze that had been staring for a long time finally slowly closed, and then he lay down leaning on the armrest.

Seeing this, the lady-in-waiting lovingly picked up Blanche and carefully carried her back step by step.

Ten days later, the Combined Fleet of the Western Star Region came into contact with the Sixth Fleet, and the two sides engaged in a preliminary battle. The Sixth Fleet, with its superior equipment and weapons, defeated the vanguard of the Western Star Region, but did not pursue it, and then retreated back to the Anlin Star Region where it was entrenched.

"The other side wants us to have a decisive battle in the Anlin star field." Several marshals gathered in the general staff command hall of the Western Star Region Fleet to discuss.

"Logically, it should be the weaker party that seeks a decisive battle to determine the outcome, while the stronger party takes the initiative and can choose the battlefield and timing at any time."

"From the perspective of fleet and equipment, the Sixth Fleet undoubtedly has the advantage. The longer it drags on, the better it will be for them." A general was puzzled and thought this might be a trap.

"It's not that complicated." The old marshal shook his head.

“You only see what happens on the battlefield, but war is often a continuation of politics.”

"Overall, the longer we drag on, the more passive we become, because we are inferior to them in terms of logistical pressure, fleet replenishment, rear stability, industrial shipbuilding capabilities, etc."

"But our opponent has never been the entire Federation, but only the people who currently control the parliament. Because of the destruction of the Fifth Fleet, their position has been greatly shaken. Opposition voices from all sides are surging, and local star regions are beginning to choose to wait and see. If they continue to drag it out at this time, the prestige of the Central Parliament will be destroyed, and they will not be far from stepping down." "Therefore, they will definitely urge the Sixth Fleet to fight a decisive battle, resolve the civil war as soon as possible, and restore order."

"Only in an era of perfect order can these politicians' tricks work. If the world is in chaos, who will care about the life and death of those parasites in the central parliament? They will no longer have the power to call the shots."

"Similarly, we don't really have a choice. As I said before, if it drags on for too long, it will be difficult for us to maintain supplies. At the same time, the Federation will enter a wartime economy, and the military-industrial behemoth will start to operate. At that time, we will no longer have the capital to negotiate terms."

"At that time, we will not be facing these greedy politicians who play tricks, but the real locked-up military-industrial giants. These forces have been suppressed in the past because of the need for stability maintenance by the federal top leaders. Look at how many members of parliament supported by the military can enter the highest seats. Basically, they are excluded because this force was too strong during the civil war. As soon as the civil war ended, Aimuralin ordered the dismemberment of various giant military-industrial enterprises and dispersed the concentrated military-industrial enterprises to various star regions. This eliminated the overly powerful military group."

"In this case, we have no choice. This decisive battle is inevitable."

"All ships set sail, target: Anlin Star Region."

"Yes!"

In the deepest and safest room in the Titan flagship, Blanche woke up from her sleep. She opened her light golden eyes, sat up and asked the maid beside her.

"What time is it now, and where is the fleet?"

"Your Highness, the fleet is currently heading towards the Anlin star field and will arrive in about three days." The maids of Dawn who were guarding nearby answered. These maids were wearing light armor. The tight white armor protected their upper body, while their lower body was covered with skirt armor and half-length cloaks that covered the shoulders and front. Such clothing took into account both defense and etiquette needs. They often accompanied Blanche and were the last barrier to protect the singer.

"Anlin Star Region..." Blanche silently recited this relatively unfamiliar name. The Federation is very large, and she has not been to many of the hundreds of star regions. She has only seen this name in books.

"It is said that it is a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and white birds flying." She recalled what she had learned in the past.

Then she sat up and suddenly saw a few golden patterns on her wrist. The golden vines, like sprouts, were wrapped around her wrist and extended to her arm, with small branches and leaves on them.

"Etched mark..." Blanche muttered to herself, then stopped looking at it and left the room.

Etched marks, special patterns will appear on the singer with the Rising Sun Crown. The appearance of these patterns is often related to people's impression of the singer. Blanche's former title was 'Golden Sun Grass', and now her title is 'Ten-Pointed Sun', so the appearance of the mark will be related to grass leaves and the sun, thus presenting gorgeous golden grass leaves.

Such a mark is a manifestation of power, which will greatly enhance the singer's use of related abilities, but it is also a curse and reminder.

The path of the Song Girl and the path of the Dark Sun are actually similar, except that the Song Girl is more flexible and can selectively gather the wishes and spiritual resonance of many lives. The advantage of this is that the Song Girl only needs to endure a huge mental shock when the Crown of the Sun rises, and can still maintain her self like an ordinary person at other times.

But if the singer gathers more and more resonances and raises the Sun Crown, the etched marks on her body will become more and more gorgeous, which means that she is getting closer to the Dark Sun. But the singer is not the Dark Sun after all, and the impact of this unfiltered and unpurified spiritual resonance cannot be borne even by the Dark Sun. So every time the Sun Crown is raised, the backlash and impact she will face next time will be stronger, until one day the singer can no longer bear it, her whole body collapses, and her soul consciousness is torn apart.

The reason why color-level singers have completely different talents is that their souls are similar to the original ones and can withstand the invisible impact of this soul consciousness. Otherwise, just a few "suns" will not be able to illuminate the darkness of the galaxy.

The time for the decisive battle is getting closer, and there is also a heated debate in the Central Council.

"I am against sending Orles to the front line." An elf councillor stood up and spoke. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a crescent moon pendant on his slender ears.

"At present, Orlais has not reached the stage of a Sunday-level singer. Forcing her to perform the ritual is like gambling with her life." He frowned and gave the reason.

"Senator Deisen, your objection is invalid. Now countless children from federal families are gathered in the Anlin star field, waiting for Orles's arrival. We need to win, the federation needs to maintain unity, and those children need to survive, so we must raise our sun crown like the Western Star Region!" Another congressman in the field reprimanded harshly.

"Yes, Miss Orles, there is a great risk, but who isn't taking a huge risk in the battle right now? Don't you want to go now? Do you have to wait until the enemy fleet arrives in the central star field and points its main guns at you before you know how to risk your life?"

"I don't want to murder Miss Orlesi, but I want to tell you that this is a war! A life-and-death war! Those losers from four hundred years ago are here to take revenge!"

The congressman's yelling made the meeting noisy and chaotic, with countless people echoing, arguing, opposing, and loudly emphasizing their ideas. When the conflict intensified to a certain extent, the vested interest groups that had originally supported each other also began to attack each other.

All the factions in the Central Star Region hoped that Orles could resist Blanche. After all, they had spent so much energy and resources to build momentum for her in the past six months. Why? Wasn't it just to fight against the Sunday-level singer? Now it was the most critical moment of the decisive battle, and the elf faction didn't want Orles to fight. This was simply a betrayal in the eyes of other forces in the Central Star Region.

But from the perspective of the elves, the situation is completely different. As long as Orles is alive, she will have a high probability of being promoted to a Sunday-level singer. Then the entire elf faction will benefit and will gain a lot of say. But now, if Orles is allowed to go to the front line, it will almost be like letting her die and destroying the hopes of the elven families. Of course, they are unwilling to do that.

The other forces in the central star field didn't care whether Ores would die or not, as long as they could resist the joint fleet led by Blanche. Even if Ores died, as long as she could lead the Sixth Fleet to destroy most of the warships in the western star field, the battle would be won.

The insufficiently powerful Western Star Region Fleet was unable to advance further, but as time went on, the Central Star Region had sufficient industrial potential to restore the Fifth and Sixth Fleets and retake the entire Western Star Region.

In other words, for these people, the best outcome would be for Blanche and Orles to die together in the final battle. This would not only eliminate the rebellion in the western star zone, but also prevent a powerful singer from controlling the parliament in the future. They would still be able to enjoy their current power and status.

The fierce quarrel within the Central Council spread from the inside to the outside. The media and platforms that had been constantly building momentum for Orlais also began to make all kinds of sarcastic remarks, satirizing some singers for being afraid of death, the elves for being mean and disloyal, and so on.

Seeing the situation gradually getting out of control, the pressure of various public opinions began to besiege the elf faction group. Under pressure from many speeches, Orlais finally couldn't help but stand up and announced at the press conference that she would go to the Anlin star field to live and die with the soldiers and officers on the front line.

As soon as the news came out, the previous sarcastic remarks immediately disappeared, and the entire central star field was filled with glorious and magnificent poems, proclaiming the nobility and bravery of the silver-haired ice elf singer. At the same time, the "singing festival" wearing white and ice blue uniforms also took to the streets and began to sing the elegy of the ice elf girl.

"The sun and the snow, the wind and the clouds meet in the sky"

"Ice crystals from the sky fall from here..."

(End of this chapter)