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Chapter 621: The Ice Crystal in the Sky Falls Here

Sitting in the hall of the Titan flagship, the ground was completely covered with an extremely complicated branding array. The shining silver roses and snowflake patterns streaked across the ground, and the many elf singers standing in the hall also prayed together. They also had a faint silver halo on their bodies, and merged with the ice elf singer on the throne, sharing the huge spiritual impact that was slowly descending from the Sea of ​​Aegeka.

At this moment, complex symbols appeared in Orlais's pupils, and a bright and moving silver light emanated from between her eyebrows.

Countless voices crossed the distant sea of ​​stars and reached her mind. Among them were wishes, hopes, complaints, irritability, hatred, sadness, and so on. Not all prayers had good intentions. Even the devout followers of Orlais had all kinds of thoughts, and they intentionally or unintentionally projected all kinds of emotions in their subconscious.

This prayer feedback, which was a mixture of various spiritual and emotional elements, impacted Orles' soul consciousness. The more complex and conflicting the emotions were, the more difficult it was to reconcile them.

Compared with the Western Star Region, where everyone is generally united and has common goals and aspirations, the Federal Central Star Region, although more populous and richer, also has more conflicts and mutual distrust. This is where interests converge, and it is also where people's hearts are most conflicted. Everyone has their own demands and ideas, and the difficulty of reconciling these complex emotions will rise sharply.

"cough--"

Orlais's face was pale, with large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Her body began to tremble and shake unconsciously, as if she had some serious illness.

At this moment, she couldn't even sit or stand normally. Her body twisted unconsciously, as if she wanted to use some extreme pain to dispel the tearing pain in her consciousness.

Countless people's thoughts and ideas poured into her mind, as if tens of thousands of people were talking to her at the same time. Everyone was pouring out their emotions, entangled with her, and demanding a response from her. Slowly, Orlais could no longer maintain her sanity, and even her memories of her past life began to collapse. She began to lose track of which were her own memories and which were others' memories. The "self" part of the individual began to slowly disintegrate.

"Hi, Alyssa, just stay there, mom will be back soon." Standing behind the glass door, the familiar figure went away, and then the sky slowly darkened, and it was quiet and lonely.

"I told you, don't come looking for me in the future, just treat me as dead!" In front of the shopping mall with flashing lights, a young man and woman quarreled with each other, and finally one of them left in anger.

"Ahaha, look at her, she's just like a kitten crawling out of the water." A group of children gathered around and poured ice-cold water from the kettle over their heads. The chilling feeling stung their hearts.

"Don't you like the marshmallows from 'Lagetis' the most? Grandma bought some for you. Come and eat them." Under the setting sun, the child held the pink and blue marshmallow in his hand, looked at the blurry figure in front of him, and licked it with small sips.

"I'm going to kill you!" In the dim party ballroom, two young men wrestled with each other. One of them was laughing and mocking, while the other had a twisted and hideous face, but he could not break free from the pull and restraint of the people around him.

"My salary will be paid tomorrow. Would you like to come and accompany me?" On the balcony in the dark night, there was only a hoarse echo from the other end of the terminal.

"It's okay, don't cry, sister will buy it for you." Holding the torn clothes, the child was in tears and sobbed in the familiar arms.

"I told you, you can succeed." After reaching the top of the mountain, the raised thumb was like a warm iron, soothing the original bitterness.

"After that, they never met again, and lived the next 50 years of their lives separately." At the end of the movie, a picture like an old photo slowly passes by, and the two people seem to be in separate worlds, each performing different highlights.

"This is your first time at school. What's your name?" In the classroom, the teacher and classmates are looking at you.

"My name is... I am..."

Faces and familiar names flash by, as if each one is real, and as if each one is incomplete. These countless fragments are pieced together to form a colorful yet extremely messy world.

Everything in front of her eyes seemed to be overlapped, and countless unclear people were talking to her. Orlais stood up in a trance, and then fell to the ground. She was clearly lying on the ground, but it seemed as if she was falling non-stop, making her extremely confused. She didn't know where to put her arms and legs. Her originally beautiful face and clothes also lost their charm and became extremely messy.

In the throne hall, the surrounding elven singers came over and tried to help Orlais up, but she could no longer hear any sound at this time and just dodged every figure in fear.

In the starry space, the silvery bright light threads extending from the Sea of ​​Aijaka continued to gather and rise step by step, forming the prototype of a crown, and then the silvery and magnificent crown shadow slowly emerged.

But this scene only lasted for a few seconds, and the shadow of the entire crown became fainter and fainter, and the light threads inside gradually lost control and dispersed. At this time, the joint fleet of the Western Star Region was already ready to strike.

With the blessing of the Sun Crown, an extremely brilliant torrent of particles was stimulated and emitted from the fleet array, and the entire starry sea was illuminated at this moment. This surging volley torrent shattered the defense barrier built by the Sixth Fleet and penetrated the starships in the array. At the same time, a large amount of firepower was also gathered on the Titan flagship in the center of the fleet array.

These blazing jets pierced through the weak and shattered silver crown, and passed diagonally through the middle of the huge Titan flagship. After a few seconds, the melted gap continued to expand and shatter, and countless debris exploded and flew out from the shattered parts. The entire Titan flagship was like a slowly dying giant whale, slowly losing control and deviating from the original center of the array.

Such a scene shocked every soldier and officer on the battlefield. Even the commanders of the United Fleet in the Western Star Region were stunned for a few seconds as they watched the Titan flagship slowly breaking apart on the screen.

When they saw the silver light begin to outline the shape of the crown, they thought it would be an extremely difficult and arduous battle, and most of the fleet might be lost here. However, they did not expect that the silver crown was only a flash in the pan and then disappeared and shattered.

The aimed salvos, which combined 70% of the firepower of the entire Western Star Region Combined Fleet, directly penetrated the Sixth Fleet's defense barrier and even pierced the Titan flagship in the center directly in the middle.

Blanche's success has made many people in the Federation forget how rare Sunday-level singers are. If they could be cultivated simply by temporary publicity and resource accumulation, there wouldn't be a century-long extinction of Sunday-level singers in the Federation.

It's just that Blanche's rise was too fast, too astonishing, and Ores's background was too good and her talent was too high. She quickly advanced to the Moon Level and slowly approached the Full Moon Level, which made many people believe that she could catch up with Blanche's progress. Little did they know that there had never been such a rapid promotion in history.

In terms of talent, if Orles continues to accumulate experience for another twenty years, she might be able to enter the stage of a Sunday-level singer more smoothly. However, in the elves' view of life, the current Orles is not even a full adult and is too young.

Unfortunately, in the impetuous and quick-success-seeking environment of the time, not only were a number of federal senior officials and congressmen restless and anxious, but even the experienced elders in the elven families could not help but waver, and ultimately failed to do their utmost to stop this risky gamble.

The hope originally given to the Central Star Region was destroyed by their own hands, and such a failure was even worse and more severe than the consequences of any compromise agreement.

Restraining the surging emotions in his heart, Marshal Odon, the supreme commander of the Western Star Sector Joint Fleet, picked up the communicator at his side and gave an order.

"Now, the counterattack begins!" The Western Star Sector Fleet, which had been in a slump before, began to accelerate its advance. The cruisers in the fleet were arranged in a network, connected to form a honeycomb-like force field network to restrict enemy fighters and mechas. At the same time, the destroyers also formed a roller-like formation, cross-covering each other's firepower to deal with the impact of enemy fighters and mechas.

The Western Combined Fleet, which was about to become the prey, instantly transformed into a ferocious wolf pack and swarmed out in front of the fighter planes and mechas of the Sixth Fleet.

Suppressing the fear and anxiety in their hearts, the Sixth Fleet's fighter array continued to fight.

The battle is not over yet. Even if the opponent has the singer of the Sun Crown, as soldiers of the Federation, they still have to carry out the orders of glory and defeat the sun in the sky.

Faced with the still stubborn Sixth Fleet, the Western Star Sector's Combined Fleet prepared to fire a salvo again. The halo of the Sun Crown spread, dispersing a large number of the Sixth Fleet's shield barriers, making the force field defense it had constructed ineffective.

At this point, the main battleships of the Sixth Fleet simply abandoned defense and used all their power and energy on main gun firing.

Streams of light intertwined, and brilliant jets flashed again and again, causing explosions and flames in the arrays of both sides.

At this time, strands of silver lines appeared again around the Titan flagship of the Sixth Fleet. They were intertwined with each other in a chaotic manner, forming flickering and chaotic shadows.

Seeing this scene, even though the Sun Crown did not rise, it meant that Ores was still alive, allowing the soldiers and officers of the Sixth Fleet to regain their confidence and continue to fight desperately.

In response to this, Marshal Odin gave another order on the flagship of the Western Star Sector Joint Fleet.

"All ships lock onto the enemy Titan flagship and begin concentrated fire!"

In the vast sea of ​​stars, the central axis main guns of battleships began to charge, and the kilometer-long gun barrels emitted compressed light particles in space. Then the terrifying energy continued to converge into the core crystal in the center, and the blazing core began to shine.

If there was a barrier before, this time there was no obstruction at all. If the Western Star Region Joint Fleet was allowed to fire at the same time, the torrent that would cross the sea of ​​stars would be enough to destroy and explode the Hydra-class flagship that Orles was on.

Time passed second by second, and the field of vision was filled with fierce exchanges of fire between fighter planes and mechas. Warships and fighter planes of both sides exploded in the starry sea every moment, and the gradually lit up magnificent light array made countless people hold their breath.

As if in slow motion, in the distant sea of ​​stars, a surging torrent of particles began to cross the cold and silent sky, rushing towards the scarred Titan flagship at the speed of light.

One after another, the warships blocking the way were submerged by the photon torrent and turned into burning dust, which continued to penetrate the heavy large battleship. Dazzling light streams overflowed from the black armor and steel keel, swallowing and covering it, and still rushed towards the Titan flagship that was intertwined with black and waves without slowing down.

This huge warship that the Federation placed high hopes on was so fragile and small in front of this more magnificent light. The jets at its tail struggled to move forward, trying to make a last-ditch effort to avoid the core area of ​​the flagship, but all this was so futile in front of the light stream that was about to arrive in a few microseconds.

Compared to the endless battleship deck, at this moment, a mecha that is so small that it is almost invisible is flying around the battleship at the fastest speed. Its originally gray-white winged fuselage is now emitting faint blue smoke due to overload. The entire fuselage is like a red-hot iron, pushing the magic furnace in the mecha to the extreme.

Inside the cockpit, a red warning light flashed, but the girl on the seat paid no attention to it. Her eyes were shielded by the protective helmet lowered from the back of the chair, and her arms and legs were also secured by straps extending from both sides of the seat. The entire cockpit was now immersed in a boiling rich magical light liquid, which provided a buffer while continuously diffusing and stimulating it, causing the wings on the back of the mecha to gradually lengthen and form golden transparent prisms.

These energy wings extended three times, splitting the space, allowing the mecha to enter the subspace shuttle state, rushing directly into the interior of the Titan flagship, smashing and tearing through numerous obstacles along the way, and finally arriving at the throne hall covered with cold silver roses.

The originally dim hall was illuminated by the torn gap, and violent flames and explosions spilled out from it. The molten metal smashed into the floor, corroding the original gorgeous patterns on the ground, and then there were more chaotic explosions and screams.

The girl in the cockpit manipulated the mecha to hold up a gray-silver transparent light prism shield to resist the shooting of the arriving escort troops. At this time, her eyes under the goggles quickly swept across and found that the hall was already full of blood and corpses. Many elf singers had distorted faces and stopped living in pain. There were even many traces of exchange of fire and shooting left at the scene.

Without having time to think about what had happened, she shifted her attention to the throne in the middle of the hall. Ores was tied to the seat with straps, her silver snow dress was covered in blood, and there were many corpses of ice elves lying around her. She was already unconscious, and there were many used syringes left in the corner.

Although she had long given up hope on the corrupt character of the federation's top brass, Tilan was still furious when she saw this scene.

The magnificent stream of light began to dismember the giant battleship. The ion torrents caused by countless lights and heat opened the armored compartments several kilometers thick in a few seconds. A series of explosions also spread inside the giant ship that was about to sink.

Facing the fire from the high-level Federation mechas inside the battleship, Tilan drove the gray-white mecha to its maximum power. Countless tiny bullets and lasers hit the outer layer of the mecha, splashing dazzling sparks, and the wings on the back that were originally used for propulsion were also shattered in the shooting.

The joints began to break, and it barely raised one arm to block the fire. Then the arm armor was shattered, exposing the arm skeleton and drive device inside. Having lost an arm and a leg, it could no longer keep balance. The incomplete gray-white mecha fell to the ground in flames, and the thrusters on the back still pushed the mecha to slide in the empty hall, leaving a trail full of burnt flames.

This mecha is definitely the Federation's most advanced military product, but this Titan flagship also houses the Federation's most elite mecha team, with more than a dozen ace seventh-level pilots in the army, plus the most advanced military mechas. It can be said that it is surprising that it can last this long.

Facing the remains of the mecha that was about to rush to the throne, two seventh-tier elite mechas took a step forward and erected two thick and solid shields, smashing the incoming gray-white mecha like a wall of sighs.

In the firelight, a slender and tiny figure jumped out, like a tiny and swift firefly, passing through the dense bullets and laser blockade, avoiding the open isolating barriers in a flash, and when the destructive light stream broke through the floor of the throne hall, she finally arrived in front of the unconscious figure on the throne.

There was no time to stop the girl again, as the dazzling light flooded the mechas and personnel in the hall. Everything was annihilated and melted in the light and heat.

"You are……"

As a top-level seventh-order extraordinary pilot, the federal soldier saw the silver-gray-haired girl untie Ores from the throne and pick him up at the last moment of his life, and then his vision and body were submerged by high temperature and torrents.

In May 1260 of the Sixth Era, the Federation's Sixth Main Fleet and the Western Star Region Combined Fleet had a decisive battle in the Anlin Star Region. After a fierce battle, the battle ended with the defeat of the Sixth Fleet.

At this point, the central authority of the federation no longer existed, the ice crystals in the sky disappeared and melted, and the gathered stars scattered in all directions.
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