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

Chapter 758 Using Your Body as Paint

In June, a grand fleet set sail in the central star field. One after another, the Red Angel-class battleships, like a group of flaming meteors, rushed to the distant sky.

Inside the star port, many celebrities and high-ranking officials from the Federation Central stood together in the tall and spacious hall, watching the magnificent Fifth Fleet set out.

The rebuilt Fifth Fleet currently has about 1200 "Red Angel" class battleships, 6000 "Curtain" class cruisers and "Harmony" class cruisers, 10000 "Morning Star" class aircraft carriers, and 64000 destroyers of various types.

After the tragic defeat more than ten years ago, the Fifth Fleet was almost destroyed and the Sixth Fleet was half-crippled. In the following years, the Federal Central Government has been replenishing warships. Now the Fifth Fleet is equipped with all new warships, and the few remaining warships have been incorporated into the Sixth Fleet.

As if to wash away the shame, the officers of the Fifth Fleet vowed to restore the glory and reputation of the fleet, which gave them high morale when they set out on the expedition.

“It’s so beautiful…”

Standing under the huge transparent curtain wall, hundreds of thousands of people gathered like tiny black dots, gazing at the expeditionary fleet in the deep space outside.

Against the empty and dark deep space, this fleet is like a brilliant red, bringing a powerful vitality to the entire empty background. If it were transformed into an oil painting, the red on it would definitely be the most fascinating and bright color in the entire painting, applied layer upon layer.

In the interstellar age, due to the development of technology and the abundance of information, all kinds of exquisite and strange things emerge in an endless stream, and people have long been accustomed to and tired of them. However, when they are in this vast universe, the mundane anxiety and restlessness are instantly swallowed up by the endless loneliness and darkness of the universe.

At this moment, when you gaze at the majestic figure of the battleship, which is about ten kilometers long, a great sense of security will flow back into your heart and fill it up.

The Federation needs a powerful fleet to maintain stability. People sing excitedly as warships sail across the starry sea. It's like a concerto echoing in the empty universe, so moving and beautiful.

On this day, officials from the Rose Federation broadcast the images of the expedition to the entire starry sky. The heroic sight of thousands of red meteors rushing into the distance once again enhanced the unity of the entire civilization, and all humans once again had common memories and remembrances.

Fifth Fleet, inside Titan flagship.

Prin was wearing a fiery red military dress, standing on the high platform of the bridge, with a straight posture, like the eye-catching glow on the top of a volcano, firmly attracting everyone's attention.

The day finally arrived. She glanced across the room, mumbling something in her heart.

Although they both came from the Four-Leaf Crystal Star Region, she and Tilan had completely different philosophies. She would not worry about the right and wrong and justice of the procedures, but believed that immediate and practical actions would surely respond with rich results.

Tilan, not everyone cares about right and wrong as much as you do. Most of the time, everyone just needs a resounding victory, an unforgettable experience that makes them tremble with excitement, to engrave that passionate time firmly in their lives, and this passionate afterglow will also become the pride of their lives.

It is like a raging fire burning the stars and tearing apart the pitch black night.

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July, Shark Star Region.

This is the bridgehead of the Western Star District facing the Central Star District. Over the past decade, the Western Star District has been adding defense facilities here. Now there are four giant fortresses built on planets in the star field. In addition, there are many interference suspension stations arranged in the galaxy to hinder the development of superluminal routes.

On July 7, the Fifth Fleet arrived at this star region. They destroyed any resistance units they saw along the way with overwhelming force. Many patrolling autonomous units and defense "Stars" were submerged by the fleet's crimson particle torrent and turned into ionized molecules before they could even open fire.

The fleet moved forward again, continuously destroying the defense units along the way until it faced the four fortresses that were like solid rocks.

"The main bodies of these four fortresses are buried deep underground on the desolate planet. They attack through orbital cannons extending from the ground, but the angles are limited and they are very bulky." The staff analyzed and reported.

"Such a fortress is almost useless in normal combat. It cannot be moved and has a narrow firing range, just like an ignored stone on the roadside." Others added.

Hearing this, the leading marshal stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the star map below, his eyes solemn, and then a slightly sarcastic expression appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes. Normally, no one would care about this useless fortress, but they are certain that we will not let it go and will take the time to eliminate these 'nails'."

"They made the right bet, because what they bet on was actually the pride of our Fifth Fleet. They were certain that we would not let go of these eyesores and get straight to the point."

"Notify the entire fleet to split into four teams to destroy these four fortresses. The remaining fleet will continue to advance as planned and occupy the nearby 'Xiaka Star Region'."

"Yes!"

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In the following days, the Fifth Fleet continued to advance towards the core area of ​​the Western Star Region. Many fortresses and defense facilities along the way were destroyed by the detached fleets. Although such behavior slowed down the speed, the Federation Center and the Fifth Fleet did not care, because what they wanted was not a hasty and embarrassing victory, but a glorious victory that would completely shatter the confidence of the Western Star Region.

On the other hand, the Western Star Region still adopts a contraction strategy as in the past, continuously converging the fleet to the most core areas, and working overtime to replenish various obstructive fortress platforms and autonomous units.

Because of the special period of war, the entire western star region was cut off from the Internet. Countless residents who were unaware of the situation on the front line could only pray silently at home, praying that this time, like more than ten years ago, they would once again win an almost miraculous victory.

Hemu star region, Sun Palace.

Arosa sat at the table, studying today's lessons, but she was obviously a little absent-minded, and the person teaching her knew that things were different recently.

"That's all for today, Arosa." The woman on the stage closed the book and looked at her softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher Masha, I was distracted." Arosa stood up.

"It's okay. Given the current situation, it's great that you can sit here." Masha walked off the stage, comforted her a little, and then took Arosa's hand and sat down together.

Their knees came slightly closer together, and Masha held Arosa's hand with their fingers interlocked, which made the other feel more at ease.

"Are you still nervous about the current battle situation?" Masha asked.

"Yes." Arosa nodded. It was impossible for her to remain calm. "It's normal to worry, especially in the current situation." Masha continued.

"But if you get too tired, it might cause even greater panic."

"Don't put pressure on yourself anymore. Even among the singers of all generations, you are one of the few who are diligent, hardworking, and have a strong will."

"But..." Arosa felt extremely sad when she thought about how her weakness had led to the deaths of countless people on the front line, and her voice was filled with sorrow.

Masha hugged her gently, feeling this fledgling-like offspring, and spoke in a steady and gentle manner.

“Don’t worry, don’t panic, don’t be sad, calmly accept tears and laughter. Since we can allow ourselves to laugh out loud, we should also allow ourselves to shed tears.”

"Tears will not break us, they will only make us more determined to accept everything and keep going."

Listening to Masha's gentle comforting voice in her ear, Arosa's emotions slowly stabilized.

"I will stay here strong." She wiped her tears and sat up.

"This is where I grew up, and it's also where sister Blanche used to live. There are her portraits and her resting place here, so I will always protect this place." She kept saying this as if to cheer herself up.

"Yes, you are a strong child, and you are also the younger generation that Blanche is proud of." Masha held Arosa's hand and repeated patiently, helping her to relieve her anxiety.

After a long time, Arosa calmed down and took Masha to visit the Sun Palace where they lived.

"Teacher Masha has been here for a short time. She has been busy teaching me these days. Have you not taken a good look at this place?"

"I have lived here for eight years and I am familiar with everything here. How about letting me show the teacher around?"

Masha nodded in agreement, and then the two of them walked in the slightly empty palace.

This Sun Palace was built after Blanche led the people of the Western Star Zone to successful independence. The overall design, construction, later decoration, and artworks inside all came from donations from the residents of the Western Star Zone. It also embodies the beliefs of many people and is considered a symbol of the current independence of the Western Star Zone.

Walking in the smooth marble corridor, you can see murals contributed by many famous artists along the way. Among them are the heroic figures of mechas passing by, the giant spaceships boiling and rising into the sky above the wasteland, the marshal giving a speech in front of countless soldiers, two magnificent fleets intertwined in the starry sky, the magnificent crown slowly blooming with its back to the sun, and the damaged fleet sailing into the central star field.

These scenes all commemorate the great moments of that era and remind people of the difficulties and greatness of the independence of the Western Star Region.

“Finally, this is it.” Standing at the end of the gallery, Arosa turned around.

She placed one hand lightly on the wall and introduced the giant portrait behind it to Masha. Because the painting was so large, even if she raised her hand, she couldn't reach the frame below.

Hearing this, Masha subconsciously looked up, her eyes filled with surprise at the portrait.

In the portrait, a blonde woman in a white dress is standing in the breeze, surrounded by a field of silver grass swaying in the wind. These autumn silver grasses have pale golden stems and leaves, which bend in the wind one by one and brush against the hem of her white linen skirt. The toughness and simplicity of the two complement each other, and the woman lowers her head slightly in the wind, holding a few bunches of freshly picked wild flowers in one hand and using the other hand to brush the hair aside a little. There seems to be a hint of happiness at the corner of her mouth, and the process is natural and relaxed.

The woman in this painting is undoubtedly Blanche, but she is different from the dignified, determined and loving Blanche that many people in the Western Star Region know. The Blanche in this painting has the purest nature. Her original character and self are fully displayed in this painting, which is shocking and unforgettable.

"Isn't it beautiful? This is Sister Blanche's portrait." Arosa waited for Masha to stare at it for a few minutes before she spoke to break the silence.

"Yes, she has an unforgettable temperament." Masha gathered her thoughts and finally moved her eyes away from the portrait.

Is this the Sunday-level singer? Even though she has passed away long ago, her special temperament and rhythm can still be seen from the portrait, which is very impressive.

At this moment, Masha suddenly realized how wide the gap was between the seemingly slight boundary between the Moon-level singer and the Sunday-level singer.

Many people said that Blanche used a trick to become a Sunday-level singer, but now in Masha's heart, even if Blanche used some tricks to greatly reduce the conditions and time required for promotion, everything she showed afterwards, whether it was her character, will, or determination, was worthy of a Sunday-level singer of the Federation.

This singer, whose family background was as simple as the reed grass, left a deep impression on the residents of the entire Western Star Region with her deeds. It was like a touch of golden paint poured into everyone's hearts, allowing them to learn to be resilient in desperate situations.

The dyed singers use themselves as paint to bring people various colors of character and beliefs, making civilization splendid and beautiful.

The Federation Central Fleet was magnificent and supreme, like mountains walking in the sky. It crushed, suppressed, and occupied the star regions in the western star region one by one. Then these red angels turned around and headed towards the most central light spot in the star map.

Deep red arrows pointed to the small line of text - 'Hemu Star Region', the current base camp of the Western Star Region, where the Fifth Fleet once fell.

Faced with such terrifying military suppression, many people felt heavy and depressed. Even though there was no control on the streets, many cities had become much quieter. Those pairs of eyes and figures sat in front of the screen for a long time, listening to the news coming from the front line.

If there had not been that great victory, facing such extreme military power, many star regions would probably have surrendered, and many people would have left here without any burden and gone to live on other safe and comfortable planets.

But it is precisely because of that great victory and the revitalization that Blanche brought in the past ten years that many people still have an unforgettable attachment and faith in this country and land, believing that it can emerge from adversity and that it will persevere and fight again and again until it finally wins.

“Beliefs are not something that emerges out of thin air without any basis. They must be based on real events.” Inside the bridge, Pulin sat on the throne, overlooking the star map with changing light spots below.

"Of course I know that Blanche left the seeds of faith for the people of this land." She raised her glass, and the red marrow-like wine rippled in it.

"However, I can also burn all these seeds, so that the people of this land can listen to the voice of the Federation Center again." She poured the deep red wine in front of her, splashing a semicircle.

“It’s like using one color to cover another color.”

The wine flowed on the floor screen, gradually tinging the originally blue star map with a hint of red.

(End of this chapter)