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

Chapter 620 Another Silver Sun

In the diffuse water smoke and white steam, Heshia's familiar face appeared, and the eyes hidden under the hood were particularly bright, like transparent blue glass, seeing through the two people's surprise and complicated emotions.

"It's me." She raised her head slightly, her eyes passed over Seraphiel's cheek, and looked at the three pairs of burning wings behind her.

The phrase "an angel descended from the sky" also applies to Seraphiel, and it is particularly appropriate.

I didn't expect that after not seeing this classmate for a few years, he has become a senior member of a religious branch. It seems that the religious circles in the Federation are particularly closely connected with each other.

He retracted his fingers slightly, and the white steam from the hookah that originally filled the church instantly turned into fine powdered ice particles, falling from the sky like rain, making a slight rustling sound, and the air became exceptionally clear.

Seeing that the girl had no intention of continuing to use violence, the two Seven Virtues calmed down a little. Then, Hope Laguier led the way and took the girl to another empty white courtyard to talk in front of the surprised eyes of the priests and guards.

After a few pleasantries, Seraphiel introduced Heshia's identity to the other seven virtues present.

"This is a singer who, like me, was born in the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region. We once fought at the Winter Festival in high school, and later we got to know each other and became friends." People present were not completely unfamiliar with Heshia's identity as a singer. After all, there were only a few singers in the Federation, and they could tell her name by just looking at her information.

However, no one expected that this not-so-famous singer would appear here at this time, so bold and powerful.

"I want to meet Blanche." After a brief introduction, Tilan stated her intention.

"This..." Several of the Seven Virtues present were obviously hesitant.

Now is an extremely critical time. Blanche's condition directly affects the future of trillions of people in the Western Star Region, and the cult has also placed a heavy bet on Blanche. If this person is allowed to meet Blanche, the risks will be enormous, and no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents.

Seeing that they were hesitant and some of them were even beginning to show hostility, Tilan knew that it would be difficult to gain their consent with a simple story.

She raised her finger, invisible ripples spread, and her special perception quickly spread throughout the entire flagship. Since she had been discovered at this time, there was no need to hide. She soon sensed the singer Blanche who lived deep in the central protection zone of the flagship, and had a brief conscious communication with her.

Not long after, Hope, one of the Seven Virtues, looked at Tilan with a complicated expression and said, "Blanche said she can trust you, so let us take you to see her."

Since Blanche already knew and agreed, the people present could not strongly object and slowly made way for Laguier and Seraphiel to take Tilan to the "Sun Palace" in the center of the flagship.

Half an hour later, after passing through layers of blockades and checkpoints, Tilan finally met Blanche after not seeing her for several years. Blanche was now a completely different person compared to the past.

She stood quietly under the wide black curtain wall, on which were engraved golden roses and red wings with closed eyes. The whole painting was sacred and beautiful, making people stop and sigh.

At this moment, Blanche was wearing a classical long dress with a white base, without too many accessories on her body. The halo and rings faintly appearing behind her head made her image completely separate from that of mortals, and she vaguely had a bit of the meaning of an angel and a god. The exposed wrist part also showed inhuman golden floral textures, reminding others that she had slowly become detached from the mundane world.

When Tilan stepped into the hall, Blanche, who was standing with her head down, raised her head, and her golden eyes swept across the room like a golden spiritual tide, washing over the entire space. The guards who were opening the door nearby were a little unsteady and felt dizzy. Only Laguier and Seraphiel did not show any signs of abnormality because they had seen Blanche so often and had already gotten used to it.

At this moment, the two looked at Heshia beside them with a little curiosity. They saw that although the girl looked surprised, she did not show any discomfort. This made them wonder if the singer had an extra ability to resist this kind of mental shock.

"You're here." With just three simple words, Blanche seemed to see through Tilan's intention and simply stated the fact.

"Yes." The girl replied softly, then stepped forward, leaving the two Seven Virtues behind.

In the empty hall, Tilan walked step by step towards the singer who was standing alone against the wall, and their figures slowly approached each other in the eyes of others.

Finally, Tilan stood three meters away from Blanche and did not move any closer.

Although the two used to be good friends, the situation has changed and they can no longer interact with each other as casually as they did in the past.

"I'm not here to persuade you to let go." Tilan thought about it and realized that it was unrealistic to persuade the other party to stop at this time.

"I just want to see you." In fact, she was a little worried about Blanche's condition. After all, the way a singer is promoted cannot be so fast. If we go by the rumors, Blanche probably used some tricky methods, but such methods often have serious side effects, otherwise they would have been promoted long ago.

There was no sound in their conversation. From the perspective of the Seven Virtues from a distance, it seemed that the two of them were only communicating with their eyes, and everything happened silently.

"I..." Blanche's eyes moved and she didn't continue.

What else is there to say? She has come this far and there is no room for regret, nor is it possible to retreat. As for the other fears, tensions, and worries, they are just some insignificant emotions.

In the past, she could still complain and communicate with her friends, but now it is no longer appropriate and there is no need. She is no longer the young girl who cannot bear any troubles. Now she has long been accustomed to this kind of pressure and responsibility.

The two were silent, staring at each other. Although it was just a simple encounter, they already had a vague premonition that perhaps it would be unlikely for them to meet again in the future.

"You..." Tilan wanted to ask Blanche if she regretted it, but she stopped talking halfway.

What's the point of asking this question at this time? Even if the other party regrets it, the conflict between the Western Star Region and the Federal Center can no longer allow for such a casual peace. Both sides must fight to the death to end all this.

"Are you okay?" She changed her words slightly to express her concern.

"I'm fine and I have no regrets." Blanche's eyes closed slightly, then opened.

"Is that so..." Tilan thought about it.

"I hope you can survive, and I also hope Orles can survive. Although this idea is a bit naive, I think even if you each represent different people and voices, as individuals, I don't want the friends I once knew to die."

After saying this, Tilan paused for a moment.

"When I was very young, I loved reading all kinds of storybooks and was looking forward to what kind of people and things I would encounter in the future."

“Reality is always heavy, tedious and boring, but the imagination in the story is endless. I have a lot of fun and happiness in it.” “I really hope that the stories and legends that bring hope and warmth to people are like charcoal fire in the dark night. Although small, they also have a comforting warmth.”

"Although tragedy can bring greater impact and make the story more popular, I still don't like it. There is already enough suffering in life, why do we have to hurt others in this way?"

"So, even if she's just a character in a book, I hope she can have a better ending."

"Aoles, Shui Yanqing, and you, the four of us have spent a lot of time together in the academy. I don't want you to die in this battle. That would be sad and would bring despair to the entire Western Star Region. The same goes for Aoles. I hope both of you can survive. Even after the war is over and everything has settled, I hope you can live to witness the world a hundred years later, instead of passing away so hastily."

"It's a beautiful idea, Tilan..." Blanche spoke with a distant look in her eyes, her voice like distant light and wind.

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but Tilan knew what the other party meant. Often, words like this, with a transition word, become touching.

"…if I could have seen that day." She already knew her own ending, and these words were just to comfort her friend.

Although they still had a thousand words to say and wanted to communicate with each other, the current situation did not allow it. After a few minutes, Tilan took a last look at Blanche, then turned around and slowly left the hall.

……

After Tilan left completely, Laguier, who was left behind, walked towards Blanche.

"Are we just going to let her go like this?" She was still a little worried.

"Yes, let her leave safely." Blanche replied.

"I know you are worried, but there is no need to." After saying that, Blanche looked at the transparent curtain wall on one side, where she could see the distant stars and rubble in the sea of ​​stars, as well as the warships slowly sailing through space.

"Tilan is one of my best friends during college. Although she has a good relationship with Orlesi, she will not deliberately show favoritism."

"Similarly, with her current abilities, even if you wanted to stop her, it would be a waste of energy and manpower, and would also cause unnecessary unrest."

"The final battle is about to begin. Put all your energy and focus on it."

"This... I understand." La Guier thought about it and agreed. After all, it was more important to deal with the decisive battle at this time.

Half an hour later, under the escort and surveillance of two fighter jets, the mecha driven by Tilan left the fleet in the western star area. When it was about to fly out of the asteroid belt, Tilan turned his head to look at the huge fleet slowly advancing behind him. At this time, they had gradually formed a battle line, forming a magnificent formation in space. Hundreds of thousands of starships were densely packed, blocking the stars in the distance, gradually shining, and the jet trails slowly became brighter and began to accelerate continuously, like bright stars blocking the sun.

Is it about to start? It might be too late to find Ores now.

The gray-white mecha spread out its folded wings, and then a light blue halo appeared on the texture of the wings, making the mecha faster and faster, like a meteor flashing across the wilderness.

Moving away from the center of the battle, the girl sitting in the cockpit clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and spread her black skirt with white edges on the black cockpit, praying for her two friends who were about to fight for life and death.

A few hours later, dazzling beams of light pierced through the black curtain of the sea of ​​stars and hit the magnificent light blue transparent barrier, revealing the texture of a honeycomb. This was followed by a torrent of particles responding in retaliation, and the shining beams of light once again penetrated the galaxy, connecting the fleet arrays of both sides.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, hundreds of thousands of space battleships are arranged into two different magnificent arrays. They are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, looking at each other from afar, and then their artillery fire continues to intertwine, and they approach each other step by step.

The prelude to the decisive battle slowly began.

The whistling sound of electric current continued to sound in the belly of the aircraft carrier. One after another, the space fighters rushed out of the belly under the acceleration of the long electromagnetic track in the cabin. The airflow from the tail became brighter and brighter. The violent airflow was like seven circles, which made the speed of the fighters in space continue to rise to a level that was unimaginable in the atmosphere.

There were countless fighter planes like this, and the entire display screen was flooded with light spots, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions...

Spreading across the entire battlefield, these fighter planes and mechas rushed towards each other like phosphorescent waves, and then engaged in fierce battles and exchanges within a few seconds, with sparks flashing, and pouring bullets and lasers flooding the field of vision.

Quick attack, quick death, quick advancement of the front line. Compared with the countless fighters and mechas of the Federation, the fighters and mechas of the Western Star Region were quickly like splashing water, flashing away, and then covered and submerged. At this time, the fighters and mechas of the Sixth Fleet continued to move forward. The Combined Fleet of the Western Star Region no longer had enough manpower to resist. If these fighters and mechas were allowed to get close, the main battleships that would lose their cover would be destroyed and interfered in large numbers, eventually leading to the failure of the entire battle.

Looking at this scene, the federal commanders and commanders slowly held their breath and prayed silently, but unfortunately the final result was still not what they wanted.

Countless golden threads of light spread out from the void of the sea of ​​stars. They constantly intertwined and entangled in the galaxy and converged towards the center. They were extremely dazzling, they rose higher and higher, they were densely packed layer by layer, they were closely connected, forming the most luxurious and beautiful crown in the world.

The Sun Crown that shocked the world reappeared in the sea of ​​stars. Under the cover of the invisible golden halo, the space of the sea of ​​stars was like a floating sea surface. The space shook slightly and ripples appeared.

Afterwards, an extremely brilliant solar wind erupted from the center of the star and began to sweep across the entire star system. At this time, the fighter jets that were originally moving at high speed also immediately activated their protection systems. Deep blue textures passed through, and the entire surface of the aircraft seemed to be coated with a layer of silver. Then the surrounding strong magnetic field wrapped around the aircraft, deflecting the incoming solar wind particles.

Although the solar wind is not real wind, under the impact of this high-energy tidal wave, the fighter planes and mechas that were originally moving at high speed had to allocate most of their energy and magic power to build defenses, making it difficult to increase their speed further. This bought time for the joint fleet of the Western Star Region.

Afterwards, the magnificent array where the fleet was located lit up again, and the main battleships began to gather energy, and the central axis main guns emitted a twisting light.

Faced with the drastically changing battlefield situation, countless eyes on the Titan flagship of the Sixth Fleet were looking towards the silver-haired singer sitting on the throne.

"Let's get started." Ores slowly closed her eyes.

"Yes! Activate the 'Throne System'!"

Intricate and beautiful rose imprints spread across the floor of the hall. Uniformed elf singers closed their eyes and prayed. Ripples of resonance spread from the center. Hundreds of light years away, the streets and television platforms in every star region had already broadcast the entire event in a unified manner.

Countless auxiliary singing festivals in the streets, venues, churches, and squares began to guide the resonance of this prayer, and the ripples of consciousness across the starry sea slowly descended upon the battlefield through the Sea of ​​Aijaka, outlining layers of brilliant light.

A magnificent silver crown gradually took shape.

(End of this chapter)