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

Chapter 651: How Can the Lone Star in the Sky Win over the Bright East?
Late at night, wildfires burned.

The air was filled with a burning stench, and the wilderness was littered with dead insects and scrap iron stained with dried blood and juice. The outside of the circle formed by the armored vehicles was filled with dead insects, and the situation inside was also critical.

After a battle that lasted nearly 10 hours, even the Heshan Rescue Association, which was carrying sufficient supplies, was on the verge of running out of bullets and its personnel were extremely exhausted. However, the pheromones produced by such fierce fighting and the burning of insect corpses continued to attract killer insect swarms within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The fighters on the periphery fell one by one, and the fighters inside continued to fill the front line. There were no passionate speeches and slogans, only the backs of people sacrificing silently.

When the last team of fighters came forward and still could not fill the front line, some women and elderly people in the inner circle also began to take up weapons, put on armor covered in blood and stains, and fill the front line.

At this time, they had lost nearly half of their men, and most of those who remained were children who were not suitable for combat and fragile wounded soldiers.

"This is the last set of serum." Opening the box, the captain, covered in blood, opened the refrigerator and took out the only row of medicines left.

"There are no more bullets." Another team member turned over the box and dumped it on the ground. The bullets that were originally filled in it had long been used up.

Now the continuous sound of gunfire can no longer be heard on the front line, but more of the slightly dull sounds of hacking and roaring and gasping.

"If we don't get support, we may not last more than an hour." The few remaining commanders of the rescue society looked at the front line that was about to collapse, feeling unwilling to give up.

"When we were attacked this afternoon, the rescue signal tower was already turned on. I just hope that the Ford Alliance in the north still remembers the agreement we made."

"It seems that we can no longer wait for them. We are too far away from the northern mountains, and their railway only reaches the exit of the mountains. The nearest force is the Stone Forest Fortress built by the Gray Feather Tribe as rumored."

“But according to intelligence, even the Stone Forest Fortress is only a force of a few thousand people, and they don’t even have enough hot weapons.” At this point, everyone present fell silent.

Perhaps, there is no hope anymore.

"hiss--"

At the front of the line, the ferocious insect tore open the person who was resisting with a shield in front of it, cut off his head, and then inserted its mouthparts into his body, continuously sucking blood and flesh to replenish energy. At the same time, its sharp forelimbs swept across again, spreading from the fallen member to the surroundings and rushing into the inner circle of the line.

"Kill it!" The members in the rear who were responsible for putting out fires and filling gaps shouted, and then fired a shotgun at the advancing ferocious insect at close range. The dense bullets smashed the insect's head into pieces, and its slender mouthparts that were inserted into the corpse were also blown off, and the blood it sucked splattered everywhere.

The people on the scene were already numb to such a bloody scene. The remaining people wiped off the blood and juices covering their masks and continued to fight, holding the tops of their steel shields. Compared with the initial line, the circle was now half the size, and every step back in the process resulted in a dead body.

"One day everyone's heart will be broken/
Shadows drive out light

Even if our tears flow like a river
Reinforcements won't come.

One day everyone will lose heart
Friends and relatives turn against each other
Dark creatures show off their might

The sun no longer rises
When our hopes are shattered
and succumb to fear
It rained blood

Destruction is approaching step by step
I will fail and fall
But it's not like this, I lost to you

I will fail and fall
But not here, and not today.

Before death, people are afraid of hesitation or brave after determination. People in different eras always give different answers, but at least now, they have not let fear break their will. Even if the last hope is so slim, so rare, they still have not given up. People living in peacetime may not understand this belief and spirit. In the earliest days of the Federation, when the battle with the Fifth Era and the Dark Sun was the most intense and cruel, the human beings of that era relied on this belief to pull the entire civilization out of the mud that had been sinking for thousands of years.

If you don't even have this courage and belief, how can you compare with those most sophisticated and excellently designed artificial races, compared with those new races that are physically stronger and blessed with various special abilities? As native humans, all you can rely on are the wisdom, bravery, intellect, discipline and fearless sacrifice passed down from countless historical eras. These are what the new races have never possessed and dare not possess, because once the new races possess these, they will no longer be the cornerstone and ignorant believers of the Dark Sun.

The success was due to the single and pure spirit of the new race, and the failure was also due to the single and pure spirit of the new race. Their overly complex and unyielding will ultimately prevented them from becoming qualified slaves.

Now, the front is breaking step by step, and the light of hope for salvation is falling from the sky.

In the sky, a figure with long silver-gray hair traveled thousands of miles and finally arrived at this desolate battlefield. Corpses and charred bodies could be seen everywhere, and the entire earth was covered with a sour and fishy smell. The tightly packed shield wall below was in danger and could be torn apart at any time. There were burnt armored vehicles, faded relief association logos, and people crying.

How can I save this broken world?

If this is my mission, then what kind of future do I ultimately hope for?

So that the sacrifices of the past will not be forgotten

To prevent future generations from making the same mistakes

In order to achieve the ignorant and original wish of childhood
I will be brave enough to do things I never imagined before.
No matter how meaningless these things seem
No matter how unrelated these people seem to be to me
No matter how much doubt and opposition I may encounter
I will carry out this mission
Because that's what I wanted.

It can make me live happily
世界
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The silver moon rises slowly from the night sky. It is so beautiful in this world where moonlight has never been seen. Its light illuminates the dark earth and gives everything a silver frost. In terms of light, it is never as scorching as the sun, but it brings you peace and gentleness in the dead of night, telling everything silently.

Emotions that cannot be expressed in words
Beliefs that cannot be conveyed by pictures

Thinking about the untouchable sensibility

It is a desire that is always hidden deep in the heart; it is the feeling and nostalgia that can never be achieved by cold rationality.

This is the Moon Crown, a great object created for the regrets of the past and the sorrows that transcend time and space.

The moon mark between her eyebrows had never shone so brightly. At this moment, it touched the hearts of all the members present. The quietly flowing sadness and indomitable spirit, and the firm will to always hold on to hope, all made her feel a kind of beauty that had been forgotten by time.

Perhaps this is why Isenissa was able to defeat those dark suns back then. It was not just the "Golden Flame Flower", but more importantly the civilization of that era that shone with the light of humanity.

Without their unremitting faith and will, there would be no glorious crown. If they were not determined enough, how could they have persisted until the fourth millennium and waited for the turning point that changed everything?

People always expect a hero to appear and change everything, but if you and I are not brave enough, even the hero will die in the dark.

A single tree cannot make a forest; how can a lone star in the sky be better than the bright east?

(End of this chapter)