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

Chapter 733 Chasing the Meteor
The core area of ​​the World Tree, a35 underground base.

At the end of the passage filled with cold light, there is a hall constructed of dark glass. At this moment, many people are busy responding to the information transmitted from various nodes and channels. Among them are both elves and humans. On the white flower-shaped throne in the middle of the hall, a blonde woman with a veil covering her face sits. She has soft eyebrows, and at this moment there is an inextricable sadness, which makes people feel pity for her.

As a singer, Ewen Qilin's talent is undoubtedly top-notch. She used to be the fastest promoted singer in the Federation, but she has always been stuck at the Full Moon level, always staying at the threshold of the Sunday level singer. This long period of stagnation finally disappointed many people, and finally gave up and left.

In fact, Ewenkilin did not have much ambition. During the years when Orles was at the peak of her fame, she was happy to give way to this younger generation. However, as a representative of the Landsworthy family and one of the most powerful singers in the Federation, she could not escape some responsibilities.

Especially after the disappearance of Orles, the elven faction urgently needed a singer to support the situation. Looking at the entire federation, only Ewenkilin was the most suitable. Although she was stuck at the threshold of a Sunday-level singer, even so, no other singer could surpass her. What's more, the Landsworth family had intermarried with the elves for generations and had a close relationship. It was a long-standing family of mixed human and elf blood.

For various reasons, Ewen Qilin once again sat in the most important position in the central government of the Federation. Relying on her name and ability, she did manage to calm the turbulent emotions within the Federation in the years after the war. If everything had developed smoothly, perhaps the situation could have been maintained like this.

But things don't always go as planned. The Federation today is not the peaceful era of the past, but a period of turbulence and upheaval. A gentle singer like Ewen Qilin naturally cannot win people's hearts. Neither the major interest groups fighting fiercely at the top nor the ordinary residents who urgently need to change their living conditions can tolerate the current situation to continue.

There was no choice before, but once a singer as powerful, decisive and determined as Prinkoko appeared, a large number of group forces began to abandon Ivan Qilin and join the opposite side.

Unless Yiwen Qilin can overcome her mental barriers and break through to the Sunday level, the situation can be stabilized again.

Can I do this? Evan Chilin asked herself this question at some point.

The answer is probably no. Thanks to the fame of the Landsworthy family, she has lived in a beautiful and peaceful environment since she was a child. She is also accustomed to the life like a forest princess in a fairy tale. Her kindness, gentleness, patience, humility and tranquility all come from this.

She doesn't like to argue and doesn't want to conflict with others. If someone has to fail and admit defeat, she would rather be the one who gets hurt than someone else.

With such a personality, if she were to be forced to overcome her mental barriers and use drastic measures, she would probably need to completely distort and transform the personality she has built up over the past few decades. She couldn't do it, and she didn't want too many people to sacrifice and die because of her.

"Let me go out." After a long time, Chen Jing opened her tired eyes.

Faced with Ewenqilin's words, the people standing beside her felt reluctant. Perhaps it would be fine if they surrendered, but if Ewenqilin was caught by the other party, she would definitely face life imprisonment and would never have freedom again. Even if the other party was worse, they might torture this singer and cause her to die young.

"No." An elf maid knelt in front of her.

"Your Highness, you must not go out now. You cannot surrender easily."

"The major families of the elf faction have not expressed their opinions yet. As long as they unite, they may not be powerless. There are also forces in other star regions of the Federation. They will not sit idly by. Miss Heshia in the South and Lady Blanche in the Western Star Region were both your students. They will not abandon you."

Her words were agreed by many people around her, and everyone tried to dissuade Ewen Qilin.

"Please think twice, Lady Ewenqilin."

“It’s too early to give up now.”

"This is the Twin Trees Star Region, the hometown of Her Highness Isanissa. The Fourth Fleet is stationed here. Even if the enemy dares to go too far, we still have hope of a comeback."

"The inhabitants of the World Tree stand with you. Your status and bloodline are as noble as Isenissa's. They cannot be easily humiliated."

"Your Highness Ewenkilin..."

Under the constant persuasion of the crowd, Ewen Qilin stopped talking and became quiet again, just looking at everyone at the scene with some lament.

If only I were stronger...

Time passed minute by minute. As the army on the ground entered the World Tree area, various resistance battles began to break out sporadically, and the local elven factions began to organize people to hinder the actions of these teams.

Under the canopy of the majestic World Tree, many shuttles were flying back and forth, and people were fighting in the sky from time to time. They were either members of the supernatural faction that supported the "Volcano Queen" Principe, or members of the supernatural faction originally inhabited by the World Tree. Both sides tacitly refrained from using guns and artillery to avoid destroying the holy land of the Federation.

The purple-red lightning suddenly split the dense branches and leaves, tore down from the high sky, pierced through the trees along the way, and suddenly caused a dazzling flash of light, and then the two figures in the sky separated.

One of them was wearing a black coat and holding a copper ruler with sharp edges and was extremely heavy. You could tell it was an extraordinary weapon. Opposite him was a young elf woman, who was holding two emerald swords and had strange butterfly wings flashing behind her.

"So you are from the Busen School of Magnetoelectricity. Unfortunately, there are no steel facilities here for your school to display its magnetoelectric power." The elf woman's eyes sparkled, and the light flowing in them kept analyzing the other party.

"Hmph, it's not your turn to remind you." The other party said calmly, and then waved the copper mechanical ruler in his hand again.

There are multiple modules on this ruler. When it runs according to different magic trajectories, it will produce different interference force fields. At this moment, the purple-red brand pattern lights up again, and tiny black dots approach rapidly from far away in the sky, and then rush towards the elf holding two swords in the air.

Clang, chi, sizzle...

The twin emerald swords slashed rapidly as the elf danced, cutting off the approaching metal fragments and turning them into sparking gravel. Then she spread her wings and flew high again. The butterfly wings behind her flashed instantly, and her figure accelerated to the extreme in an instant, passing through the opponent's side with seven extremely sharp trajectories, leaving behind flying blood.

After it was over, the elf turned around and hovered in the air again, overlooking the other side falling to the ground. Without stopping, she rushed to another battlefield in the sky to deal with the invading faction elites.

"He is from the 'Tailored Dual Swords' school." During the battle, someone recognized the origin of the elf's superb skills.

Among the various supernatural factions in the Natural Sequence, the 'Twin Swords of Cutting' is undoubtedly one of the most ancient and powerful schools, especially in one-on-one combat, there are few rivals. Its fighting style is gorgeous and fierce, but it also requires extremely high talent. Otherwise, if you only learn half of it, you will be inferior to other supernatural factions with stable performance.

On the elves' side at the scene, in addition to members of the 'Cut Twin Swords' faction, there are many other similar natural sequence factions, such as 'Poison of Thorns', 'Dance of the Demonic Red Butterfly', 'Seven Dews and Lotus Rain', 'Harmony of the Moon', 'Forged Tree Iron Branches', 'Wind-Entangled Fierce Flowers', etc. There are many high-level extraordinary people in these extraordinary factions. Most of them are also the original inhabitants of the planet and have close ties with the local elven factions.

These agile high-level transcendents are like fish in water in an environment covered by the World Tree, because the World Tree itself produces abundant natural sequence magic power, which is a great bonus to their combat. Even other sequence transcendents of the same level find it difficult to win in such an environment.

As the resistance progressed, more and more extraordinary people from local factions joined in, which made the team's advancement and occupation face increasing resistance, and also made the commanders in the rear anxious, considering whether to lift the ban on the use of real war weapons such as firearms and artillery.

They must succeed in this operation and must not let Ewen Qilin go. This is the final bottom line for the operator.

Fortunately, as the sun sets, waves of holy singing can be heard from distant planets and space, and invisible ripples begin to spread in the space outside this planet.

[Begin to tune with the Sea of ​​Aegaka]
[Inspection of 1623 subsystems of the Xiansheng class has been completed and they are being connected one by one]
[Chorus-level 591-level modules have been constructed and can accommodate]
[31 Aria-class positions are ready, and the artificial angels are in place]
[Self-check completed, 'Throne' system is ready]
……

In the silent outer space, a huge starship spread out a magnificent circular array, and it seemed as if countless filaments extended into the void and began to communicate with the many life wills hundreds and thousands of light years away.

The singing became louder and louder, like a huge bell slowly vibrating. The echoing sound spread like the tide, and then tiny points of light lit up in the Sea of ​​Aijaka. They continued to condense, traveling through the void of the Sea of ​​Aijaka, and then slowly descended into this world.

Beautiful threads that looked like the gradual change of red clouds gradually emerged in the cold and lonely starry sky. They intertwined, chased and entangled each other, and continued to rise, together constructing the magnificent outline phantom.

Inside the Titan flagship, Prinn sat on the throne decorated with red roses. In the hall stood a priest covered in red gauze. Together, they assisted the girl in completing the feat of lifting the sun. Across time and space, countless people's wills and voices connected in. They carried different emotions, including worship, envy, complaints, fear, and pleading. These spiritual consciousnesses converged into a huge torrent that met here.

On the throne, Prin held the armrest tightly, her brows twisted and furrowed, bright red threads kept emerging from them and kept moving, like a wild horse gradually breaking free from its reins.

Traces of blood began to flow out from the corners of her mouth. She opened her eyes at this moment, staring at the empty space in front of her, and there seemed to be blood-red liquid flowing in her pupils.

Damn... this isn't even...

The violent turbulence in the sea of ​​consciousness constantly impacted her mind, leaving her no room to speak or think. If possible, Pulin would definitely curse at this time, asking who started it and said that once you enter the Sunday level, you can raise the crown.

At this moment, she finally understood how much pressure Orles had been under back then. If her spirit had not been tempered by the special rituals of the Red Death Cult, she would have probably collapsed by now.

However, unlike Orles back then, the entire process is now under her personal control. If she really can't hold on any longer, she can stop the process immediately and force her spiritual consciousness and the throne system to be derailed.

However, with her strong character, she would never allow herself to give up in such a humiliating and cowardly way. This would be as painful as killing her. Even though her spirit was on the verge of collapse, Pulin still gritted her teeth and stood firm.

Countless voices in her mind echoed like a fantasy at this moment. She saw the memory scenes of tens of millions of people in an instant. Each scene was the most unforgettable memory of the person involved. Each emotion was so strong and difficult to calm down. They had their own thoughts and impulses and were difficult to control.

"Enough! You bunch of idiots!" Invisible flames ignited in her pupils. Almost at the same time, the illusory flames swept through the entire hall, and everything began to distort and deform in the high temperature.

Many singers and priests at the scene, like Purinkoko, had trained in fire-related professions, which allowed them to barely hold on in the sea of ​​fire. However, they were also in unbearable pain at the moment and might not be able to hold on for too long. Once they collapsed, the entire throne system would disintegrate.

The invisible flames burned the body and will, almost melting the spirit. Under the torture of this double pain, some people at the scene began to collapse, their bodies fell to the ground, and flames ignited on their bodies.

Every second at this moment seemed as long as a year. Some people's faces began to twist in pain, while others were already on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, things began to turn around at this most difficult moment. Perhaps the invisible flame was not only aimed at them, but also at the gathering spiritual torrent. After being burned, melted and filtered by the burning flames, although Purinko felt severe pain in her body, the mental pressure was miraculously reduced. This made her regain her confidence and become firm again.

Sure enough, as time passed, although the people present were still in pain, it was not as extreme as at the beginning, and it was even slowly coming within the tolerable range. At this time, the throne system finally slowly stabilized.

In the space outside the planet where the World Tree resides, the magnificent crown woven with red silk threads begins to take shape step by step.

The scarlet comet dripped into this world like the tears of gods, slowly tearing open the pale blue sky.

The atmosphere gradually dissipated, and the dark starry sky outside began to enter the field of vision of the residents below. In this vast dark starry sky, the only burning red crown emitted a faint halo, illuminating this closed ancient world.

Just like the setting sun, the rosy glow fills the world, and countless pieces of information are discovered by this magnificent sun crown.

"I found you." Pulinkoko opened her eyes.

The scarlet comet that streaked across the sky rushed towards the core area of ​​the World Tree, easily smashing the huge shield protecting the planet, tearing open the magnificent barrier protecting the World Tree, and carrying all kinds of broken sparks and glare along the way, constantly approaching the target.

Deep inside the A35 underground base, many people looked at the scene projected by the radar in despair. Even if they were unwilling to abandon Ivan Qilin, they were powerless at this moment.

The figure in white gauze on the throne raised her head and looked at the red patch gradually expanding in her pupils. There seemed to be sadness and relief in her eyes.

Let it end like this, it was all her weakness and mistake...

……

Perhaps, Evan Chilin's story should end here, but not everyone accepts this outcome.

Suddenly, someone in the hall took action. At this desperate moment, they rushed away the protectors around Ewenqilin, picked up the weak singer, and carried her away.

"Guards!" someone shouted nervously. At this time, some people barely reacted and started to catch up with the group of people.

Even though Ewen Qilin is no longer the core of the Federation, the guards around her should not be underestimated. Some of them are top elites of Sequence 7, and there are even a few master-level figures of Sequence 8.

It's just that everything happened too suddenly, and the rising sun crown outside also controlled and enveloped the planet, suppressing those top-level extraordinary people and making it difficult for them to react in such an environment.

The group of people who took sudden action had a very clear division of labor. A small number of them took Ewen Qilin away, and the rest blocked the pursuing guards on the spot. They were determined to die from the beginning and did not consider whether they could survive afterwards.

Exploding flames burst out in the underground base, and various temporary barriers and blocking doors appeared instantly, making it impossible for many people present to approach Yiwen Qilin within 5 seconds.

By the time they broke through the obstruction, the figure carrying Ewen Qilin had disappeared at the end of the passage.

Even so, how could they escape under the gaze of the Sun Crown? Many people at the scene had this thought.

Soon after, they witnessed a scene that was almost a miracle.

A shining silver-white star rose from the ground, creating large ripples, breaking through the space blockade in the atmosphere and rushing out of the planet.

"Want to escape again?" Pulin snorted coldly, feeling that the other party's actions were simply mocking him.

I originally wanted to capture you alive, but now you are resisting again without knowing the consequences. Do you really think she is easy to talk to?

The magnificent crown in the space lit up with a little light, and several dazzling golden meteors caught up with the silver-white star that was sailing into the sea of ​​stars. Their speed was far beyond imagination, and they almost drew a line along the curtain of the starry sky in an instant, and in the blink of an eye they came to the side of the silver-white meteor and surrounded it.

Golden streams of fire continued to fall from the chasing meteors. They approached the silver-white stars in the center, constantly squeezing the surrounding space, and finally broke through the solidified hard shell, revealing the outline of the situation inside.

This should be a spaceship that has been compressed to the extreme, with a total length of no more than ten meters. Ewen Qilin is lying inside it at the moment, unconscious, like a princess sleeping in a crystal coffin in a fairy tale.

As the golden flame meteor got closer, the miniature spaceship began to melt and disintegrate, with all kinds of debris flying out continuously, while the pure white singer with her eyes closed was still sleeping.

"The Pure White Star has an uncompromising mission. She should not die here."

In the ruins on the earth, a group of black-robed members looked at the meteors chasing each other in the distant sky and prayed silently. They firmly believed in their mission to realize the prophesied path.

(End of this chapter)