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

Chapter 732 Red Lotus Crown

Red robes fluttered in the air. In the dark crowd, tall red and black flags were flying through the streets. The flags had red volcano emblems and black banners. Soldiers lined up in full gear and stood upright. They formed straight black walls on both sides of the street, isolating the inside and outside. In the middle of the street, priests in bright red robes stepped forward. They were all members of the Red Death Cult, with strength above Sequence 4, and some of them were Sequence 6 elites.

Looking down from the sky, it looks like a bright red ribbon suddenly appears among the mixed and mottled colors. It moves forward slowly like a river and enters the ancient city where huge trees stand.

This is the planet inhabited by the 'World Tree' of the Twin Trees Star Region, the hometown of 'Golden Flame Flower' Isenissa, and the former capital of the Rose Federation. The two huge world trees that cover the sky on the planet support the ecosystem of the planet. They used to be almost a symbol of the Federation and a witness to the friendship between humans and elves.

Faced with the troops that came to capture Isenissa, the 'White Rose Harp', the native inhabitants of the planet showed an extremely suppressed silence, like the silence before a storm. At this time, rows of autonomous units carrying weapons slowly flew across the sky. They followed the team forward. At the same time, the observation devices on the autonomous units also monitored everything on the earth, ready to deal with possible riots at any time.

Even within the faction supporting the 'Volcano Queen' Purinkoko, it takes great courage to be the first group of people to descend on the 'World Tree' planet. Everyone knows that it is the base camp of the elves in the Federation and is also home to the oldest elven family. If they knew before the coup that 'White Rose Harp' Ewen Qilin was hiding here, the coup would only be delayed and would not be implemented at all.

But the arrow has been shot and it is too late to give up now. Once some things are done, there is no turning back. Giving up halfway is tantamount to surrendering.

The only thing to be thankful for is that 'White Rose Harp' Ewenkilin is not a pure-blooded elf. Although the Landsworth family she was born into has a close relationship with the elves, it is not a core family within the elven faction. If the person to be captured today is 'Silver Sky Snow' Orlais, then more than just these troops will be required. At least millions of fully armed ground combat troops will be needed to ensure that there is enough force to break through the obstacles during the capture process.

The elves were hesitant and vacillating as to whether or not to save 'White Rose Harp' Ewenkilin. They were at a disadvantage now, and if they had to fight, there would inevitably be many sacrifices. More importantly, 'Silver Sky Snow' Orles was still alive. If Orles had really died in the civil war seven years ago, the elves would have no choice but to protect Ewenkilin, the singer who was closest to the Sunday level.

The elves have lived on this planet for thousands of years. Most of them did not experience the darkness of the Fifth Age, but were the survivors of the bright Fourth Age. Because of the rise of Isnessa, they directly transitioned to the Sixth Age. This was certainly a blessing, allowing the elves to maintain their heritage and vitality. However, the shortcoming was that they lacked the desperate and upstream spirit of the human faction.

Their long lifespan gives them more choices and makes them patient, without having to pursue immediate benefits. The distance to the end of their lifespan also makes them cherish life more. These are excellent qualities in peacetime. The elves have always had a good reputation in the Federation, but in an era of rapid historical change, the elves' actions are far less decisive than those of humans.

They had failed once in the civil war four hundred years ago, and since then, the power of the highest level of the Federation began to slip from the hands of the elven faction. Emuralin's decree to move the capital made the political center of the Federation out of the control of the elves. If it were not for the influence of Isenissa, the "Flower of Golden Flame", the elves would have been completely excluded from the political core of the Federation four hundred years ago.

The elves, with less than 1% of the population, occupy nearly 20% of the Federation's core resources and are the root cause of all these conflicts.

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"The flames are advancing!"

"Federal laws are unstoppable!"

“This is the fuel that will light the future!”

The red and black flags were held high, like a formation of spears, breaking through the waves in the ocean of people.

Behind the black human wall, the original inhabitants of the 'World Tree' planet watched this scene silently, some with fear in their eyes, some with anxiety, some with hatred in their eyes, and some with repressed pain.

Gradually, the crowd began to change. Some stepped back with uneasiness, some crowded forward, and some stood there at a loss, not understanding the reality. Wasn't this the Rose Federation? Wasn't this a peaceful and prosperous era since the Sixth Era? Why was all this happening before their eyes?

Poverty and suffering have nothing to do with this planet. This inhabited planet has always been a beautiful planet in the Federation. Many buildings and big trees from the early Fourth Era are still standing. Abundance and beauty have always been synonymous with this place.

Faced with the army that was stepping into the core area of ​​the World Tree step by step, a fierce roar finally broke out among the crowd.

"They are desecrating the resting place of Her Highness Isanissa. They are traitors to the Federation!" This voice broke the silence like a thunderclap.

Then the crowd became chaotic, with people constantly pushing and squeezing forward, trying to cut off the advancing team. All kinds of roars and shouts spread among the crowd, as if the tranquil lake surface suddenly turned into a boiling pot, with countless boiling oil droplets exploding.

In the sky, the autonomous units that were originally flying in rows now all dispersed, and the high-speed cameras below them turned on, and while spinning rapidly, they locked onto the radical elements in the crowd below. After being assigned and aimed by the networked high-level AI, tiny anesthetic bullets were rapidly fired from the built-in barrels.

Like a mosquito bite, these tiny projectiles passed through the air, sank into the protesters' necks or skin, and disappeared.

Soon, a heavy and dizzy feeling came over them, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground, fainting.

Ding, ding, ding...

The sound of intensive gunfire continued to ring out in the sky. The autonomous units that kept flying and adjusting their vision and angle were like mosquitoes in the sky, anesthetizing and knocking unconscious the ordinary people with low strength below.

However, there are also high-level transcendents who cannot be dealt with by these autonomous units. The magic power they exude forms a standard isolation shield on the outside of their bodies, making the anesthetic bullets with weak penetrating power sound like hitting a steel plate, making a crisp breaking and collision sound.

Chaotic air currents arose in the area at the foot of the World Tree, like a heavy hammer smashing into the autonomous units in the sky, causing them to collide with each other and burst into shattered sparks. After that, the air currents became more and more violent, like a huge tornado rising from the ground, engulfing all the small machines suspended in the air and crushing each other.

In the strong wind, hundreds of warriors in red clothes quickly passed through the chaotic crowd. They were fully armed, and the circular goggles covering their eyes allowed them to accurately mark the targets in the crowd. Then they drew out their lightsabers, ignited them in their hands, and the sharp and hot blades rushed out with a hum. As they swung, they pierced through the people who interfered at the scene.

Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Showing mercy at this time is not the style of a winner.

The first bleeding life fell heavily to the ground, his body was burnt and black-red blood was flowing on the ground, followed by more shouting and screaming. Many people who had rashly caused trouble and were unprepared looked at this scene in horror.

They never thought that their protests and disruptive behaviors would actually be attacked, and thought that at most they would be anesthetized and dispersed. Is there really someone who dares to open fire here?

"This is... the hometown of Her Highness Isanissa..." Covering the wound on his abdomen, he slowly fell down in astonishment and confusion.

When someone died at the scene, the ordinary people who had gathered finally began to realize that something was wrong. They began to flee in panic, no longer daring to approach the moving team.

Hasty footsteps spread across the ground, trampling was an endless stream, and panic spread quickly among the crowd. Even though there were many unaware people in the back, when they saw this scene, they hurriedly followed and ran.

Faced with such a situation, the originally extremely nervous combatants also breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, the scene not long ago not only made the audience depressed, but they were also very nervous. Once the hundreds of thousands of people on the scene rioted, with their current forces, they might really be overwhelmed and the operation would fail. Fortunately, these local residents who had been comfortable for a long time did not have the belief of fighting to the death, and there were not enough people behind them to organize and guide them. They simply followed their emotions and made disruptive behaviors.

The way forward suddenly became clear at this moment. Faced with this brief opportunity, the top leaders of the landing operation decisively ordered the combat team to advance at full speed to blockade and occupy the core streets and areas of the "World Tree" residential planet.

Troop carriers and shuttles swarmed through the shade of the trees under the World Tree and entered. Wherever they arrived, a team of soldiers in exoskeleton armor jumped out of these units. They set up blocking facilities on the spot to control and block the area.

On the radar screen, the orange-yellow dots that symbolized the troop transport units advanced, and then scattered countless light red dots, which gradually dyed the emerald blue map into a fiery red.

Outside the planet, inside the magnificent starship, the commanding general stared at the scene intently, and his wrists behind his back finally loosened a little.

At least everything is under control for now.

"The singing festival attendees have sent a communication indicating that all nodes have been completed." The adjutant at the side reminded nervously.

"I understand." The general took a deep breath.

"Deploy the last of the combat forces and have the teams on the ground begin preparations."

"Yes."

Inside the planet, when those fully armed soldiers poured into the core area of ​​the World Tree, they finally aroused the anger of some elven factions that had lived there for a long time, and battles and conflicts began to break out.

Emerald fireflies shuttled through the majestic canopy of the World Tree, then suddenly revealed their figures. Behind these petite figures were transparent wings similar to those of dragonflies and cicadas. When the wings flew through the sunlight in the forest, they reflected a faint rainbow halo.

After passing a certain point, their flying speed suddenly increased, and their entire figures became blurry like phantoms. In the end, only the remaining green firefly tracks could be seen among the shade of the trees.

These green figures passed through the sky and the ground like an invisible wind, and then wherever they passed, many autonomous units shattered and crashed. The soldiers' eyes went black, and then they fell to the ground, and the exoskeleton armor on their bodies shattered into pieces.

In ancient myths and legends, fairies and elves live together under the World Tree, and this planet is the only world in the Federation where the fairy race gathers. They follow the ancient covenant and guard the World Tree. This is also their natural paradise.

As the last masterpiece of 'The Sun of Divine Wings', fairies have speed and reaction ability far beyond other races, and their bodies are extremely adaptable to the natural sequence. If their birth and growth were not very difficult, perhaps they would be the best fighting race in the Federation, although they are not tyrannical by nature, but love a quiet and comfortable life.

Faced with the blowing of the Fairy Wind, the team entering the World Tree field encountered great resistance, and many nodes began to lose contact on the radar. Even with the support of the elite members of the 'Red Death Sect', they were unable to stop these flowing figures.

Inspired by this scene, more and more elven factions entrenched under the World Tree began to take action. They also descended from the high treetops, waved their emerald glowing wings, rushed into the battlefield below, and hindered the teams from entering the holy land.

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The golden rapier rolled up into tiny flowers in the air, and then collided with the red lightsaber, sending out blinding sparks. The sword quickly retreated, and then stabbed out again, like a dazzling kaleidoscope, making it impossible to see its trajectory.

The metal rapier pierced through the robe and inner armor, leaving a trail of tiny blood on the opponent's body. Then the red-clothed warrior on the opposite side began to stand unsteadily, and he felt a tingling sensation spreading along the wound to his entire body.

"The sword is poisonous. You are from the 'Golden Thorn Poison' faction..." He covered the wound and used high temperature to burn the wound and surrounding tissues, trying to forcibly prevent the spread of the poison.

"That's right." The other party retracted the rapier, somersaulted backward, and then stood lightly on the branch, revealing his pointed ears under his golden hair.

"You, the Red Death Cult, are still as irrelevant as ever." The other party's words were full of sarcasm and contempt.

Forcing himself to stand up, the red-clothed warrior took out a special potion from his pocket and drank it. Then he stared at the opponent with blazing eyes and held the lightsaber horizontally in front of him again.

"It's not your turn to judge us, you pointy-eared guy. You're just a waste who only knows how to rest on your laurels!" He spat out a mouthful of black blood, then rushed forward again.

The lightsaber in his hand burst into flames, and then he leaped up rapidly, as if a red hyena afterimage flashed across his legs, and then he used the hanging branches around him to slingshot forward, approaching with a flexible trajectory that surprised the opponent.

The golden rapier was swung again, and the tiny golden sword flowers collided with the violently burning lightsaber. After several rounds, the red warrior had more than a dozen bloody wounds on his body, and his red clothes were stained dark red and almost black by the burnt blood.

However, the opponent was not much better off. The golden rapier was now covered with charred and broken teeth marks, as if it would break at any time. There was also a half-meter-long black and red gap on the elf's shoulder, which was still emitting a faint blue smoke.

The elf gasped for breath after being injured. He paused for 1 second, then rushed out again. The golden dagger with a strange trajectory instantly pierced the heart of the red warrior. White hot air emerged from the broken blade, and then it was pulled back suddenly, bringing up a stream of dark red blood.

His body had long been infected by the poison and he could not feel any pain. The red-clothed warrior fell heavily to the ground. He still tried to struggle, but this time he could only twist and wriggle a little on the ground.

We are the red-clad angels of death, the flames that march forward forever...

Four hundred years ago, when Emuralin launched the revolution, the 'Red Death Sect' joined in with the most resolute attitude, and brutally defeated the 'Holy Blue Cross Sect' in the civil war. That incident made the supernatural faction bear the infamy of cruelty and tyranny, but countless people also believed that this was the fire necessary to reform the world.

In the sky obscured by the World Tree, red rays of light slowly descended, and the flame that was like the world's first tear slowly descended from the sky, tearing open the calm and blue sky, revealing the darkness and vastness of outer space.

Above this vast and endless starry sky, countless blazing red threads descended. They were densely spread layer by layer, rising higher and higher, like red lotus flowers or the brilliant sunset.

The rosy sun crown slowly gazes at the world.

(End of this chapter)