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

Chapter 759 The choice of path
"What is right?"

"That's the righteous words of the victor."

“Today, we will write the right thing.”

One after another, warships with deep red edges sailed into the Hemu star field, the core of the western star region, a place of sadness, glory, and the place of fateful decisive battle.

Nearly 100,000 warships formed an endless magnificent row in the deep space, spanning tens of thousands of miles. The edges of the warships were neatly arranged like sharp spearheads, pointing straight ahead and advancing slowly.

The tail streams of thousands of high-temperature particles left long tracks in the sea of ​​stars, which was extremely magnificent.

In the wars of the old era, five thousand cavalrymen marched continuously, while in the interstellar age, just one main fleet can have hundreds of millions of combatants directly entering the battlefield. They burn worlds and shatter suns, and wherever they go, the frontiers of civilization advance with them, and the old dark age is crushed step by step.

This is the Rose Federation, the pioneer of the Sixth Era and the bulwark of human civilization's once again glory.

In order to rebuild the order of the Federation, to regain the former glory, and to change this chaotic and fragmented world, the Federation's Fifth Fleet arrived at the Hemu Star Region in the western star region.

Opposite was a magnificent fleet that was equally on high alert. A cluster of golden warships were facing away from the sun and arranged in the galaxy. It was equally endless. Each warship was like a silent warrior, facing this powerful enemy that had come from afar.

They are the guardians of their homes, the indomitable and tenacious fighters, and the warriors who are ready to sacrifice.

The two sides were separated by a long distance and looked at each other from afar, trying their best to observe each other in this final moment, because they both had a premonition that no matter what the outcome of this battle was, they would never have such an opportunity again in the future.

"This is probably the romance of soldiers, witnessing the magnificence of others before their death, and also appreciating the last bit of beauty of this world before one's own death."

Inside the bridge, the officer looked into the distance at the gradually approaching column, raised the wine glass in his hand, with a look of obsession and determination, and then poured the cold wine into his throat.

……

In a tense and orderly atmosphere, the two fleets slowly approached each other, and they had already lined up in the most perfect formation. Countless barriers were deployed on the fleets, forming an undulating ocean of waves. Then the blazing battleships' main guns were fired, and the magnificent bombardment torrent began.

With the help of the new "Red Lotus Weapon Mode", the Fifth Fleet's main gun bombardment achieved results in the first round. Bright and eerie crimson particles were shot out from the battleship's axis main guns, dissolving the enemy's shield at an unimaginable speed. Although the battleship in front was not completely hit due to the interference of the cruiser's force field, the scattered "red pin particles" easily dissolved the hit cruisers and destroyers.

After the first shot was fired, fighter planes and mechas of both sides swarmed out from their standby state, turning into meteors in the sky and rushing towards the enemy formation. Their individuals were small enough and flexible enough to make it difficult for the battleship's main guns to lock and aim at them, so there was no value in bombarding these units.

Outside the area where the battleships were bombarding and exchanging fire with each other, these fighter planes and mechas kept deflecting at extremely high speeds to avoid the enemy's artillery fire. From time to time, some of them were unlucky and were hit by enemy cruisers and destroyers, turning into brilliant fireworks blooming in space.

However, the fighter planes and mechas that were hit at long distances were a minority after all. More individuals relied on flexible movement through the middle airspace and began to fight with the enemy's fighter planes that were also attacking.

The fighter planes and mechas of both sides were engaged in fierce firefights in the airspace, with thousands of sparks blooming and exploding in the air every second.

"Beep, beep, enemy aircraft spotted, locked on by 39 fire radars, please evade..."

In the cockpit, Ireson was immersed in an orange buffer solution. He heard an alarm sound from the side of his helmet, which was disturbing. His pupils kept moving back and forth, focusing on the enemies and friendly forces that were rapidly passing by in his field of vision.

His consciousness had long been connected to the nervous system within the mecha. At this moment, he was driving the mecha as if he was commanding his own body, constantly maneuvering it, dodging all kinds of attacks while firing, shooting down and scratching enemies in his sight.

Compared to fighter planes, mechas are indeed not as light and fast as them in straight-line acceleration, but other than that, mechas have almost all advantages over fighter planes. They can carry more powerful magic furnaces, sturdier armor, more powerful firepower, and because they use a neural connection mode, they can react faster during an instantaneous confrontation and make many subtle changes in movement to change the entire outcome.

Mecha pilots must be at least Sequence 5 to withstand the overly powerful magical erosion and infiltration. Those who cannot reach Sequence 5 or whose nervous systems are not suitable can only choose fighter jets to conduct high-speed combat in space. In fact, all the supernatural beings above Sequence 6 have their uses, and few people will board fighter jets and waste their talent and strength.

The orange-red stream of fire passed across the surface of the mecha, leaving behind half-meter-deep charred grooves. Ireson felt a heat in his chest. He understood that this was a sign that he was injured while piloting the mecha. However, at this moment, he did not subconsciously lower his head to look like an ordinary person. Instead, he pushed the mecha to deviate from its original flight trajectory and avoid the trajectory of the ray at the critical moment, preventing the scar on the mecha's chest from expanding further.

If he had been a second slower, the armor in front of the mecha would have been burned through, and the cockpit where he was would have melted and evaporated, and his entire body would have been roasted inside the cockpit.

After surviving this crisis, Ireson felt no emotion at all, because he had encountered such a situation several times in just one minute, and the various wounds on the mecha were all witnesses of it.

The most dangerous time in a battle is the first three minutes. This short period of time often accounts for nearly half of the casualties in the entire battle. Countless enemies and teammates are turned into shattered fireworks in this dangerous environment.

The matte white mecha has a small rose mark on the side and a row of letters below, representing the fleet and number it belongs to. This 'White Knight-ζ' is an improved version of the previous 'White Knight-α', with enhanced mobility and font protection, and the bulky surround shield has been abandoned. The matching weapons have also been upgraded and replaced.

You are the one.

Ireson drove with full concentration, avoiding all kinds of attacks, and then caught up with an enemy mecha flying not far away.

The nozzle on the back suddenly became bright, causing the mecha to speed up for a moment, avoiding the missile attacking from the side. The mecha quickly approached the opponent in an arc trajectory. The magazine on the shoulder opened during flight, and various small missiles flew out, disrupting the opponent's flight. Then it accelerated again, and in the process, it pulled out the lightsaber stored in the arm armor.

"Zizzi-"

The orange-red flame blade carried a huge momentum and pierced into the enemy's mecha. In the vibration and flushing of high-frequency particles, it tore apart the opponent's old model mecha. Then Ireson mercilessly fired a missile, pulled up the mecha, and flew away again.

A few seconds later, an explosion was heard from behind, and the mecha that was hit just now turned into burning flames in the deep space.

Such scenes occur everywhere. When mechas fight each other, the outcome is often decided in a very short moment. It is impossible for them to have a long-term attack and defense tug-of-war like a battleship, with heavy armor cushioning.

A race against time and death, this is the reality on the front line.

Compared to the Western Star Region with a shallow foundation, the Federation Central obviously has more powerful mechas and better pilots. In this close-range combat, the casualty ratio of both sides is about 1:3, that is, one mecha from the Federation Central can replace three mechas from the Western Star Region.

After the most intense three minutes, a large number of mechas from the Western Star Region crashed into the starry space, and only a small number of outstanding individuals survived.

In the area where the central battleships were fighting, the dark gold 'Giant Dragon' battleships were bathed in 'red pin particles'. Their armor turned blood red and began to deform and twist. Some parts were also melting. However, compared to the destroyers and cruisers that shattered at the slightest touch, their performance was much better.

"Surprisingly, they managed to pull through." Looking at the results displayed on the screen, the commanders of the Fifth Fleet made their judgment. "This shouldn't be the technology of the Western Star Region," said an experienced general.

"Yes, according to the investigation of the intelligence department, this should be the technology supported by the Southern Star Region, and its real source should be the Eastern Star Region."

"However, there are only a few hundred modified Pyroxene Dragon-class battleships in the front, and the ones in the back are still the old Brass Dragon-class battleships. They are too fragile."

"As a lower-level replacement for the 'Orichalcum Dragon' class, the 'Brass Dragon' class battleship is an outdated design from sixty years ago. Now is not the past." An admiral laughed at those old battleships.

"There was no need to fight in the first place. I don't know where they got the confidence from."

"It happened back then because of Blanche, but how can the little girl sitting in the Sun Palace now replicate the miracle of that year?" Someone shook his head.

"Besides, even if a miracle happens again and the other side raises the Sun Crown, we also have the powerful Volcano Songstress, Her Highness Prinkoko." An officer from the Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star faction was confident and proud.

Unlike 'Silver Snow' Orles who rushed to the battlefield that year, Prin, as a Sunday-class singer, has already demonstrated her strength, which is the greatest confidence for the Fifth Fleet to go on the expedition.

Inside the star system, the battle situation gradually turned in favor of the Fifth Fleet. Just as everyone had expected, the military power of the Federation Central was like a raging volcano, which made it hard for everyone to breathe and they could only suffocate in the red torrent.

……

On the other side of deep space, inside the Titan flagship of the United Fleet in the Western Star Sector.

Arosa sat on her exclusive throne, staring blankly at the casualty data constantly flashing on the screen, her fingers tightly gripping the small scepter on her knees.

She originally thought that she could face it all with strength, but when she really sat in this position and watched countless people die in front of her, her mind began to waver. In this state, it was impossible for her to replicate Blanche's miracle, and she couldn't even activate the "Throne System" for a short time.

Faced with such tremendous pressure and the situation where countless people placed their expectations and hopes on her, Arosa was on the verge of collapse. She even began to blame herself, thinking that she should have given up her self-esteem and surrendered earlier, otherwise so many people could have avoided their deaths.

Seeing her body trembling and her emotions fluctuating violently, Masha stood beside her and slowly hugged Arosa.

"This is not your fault. This is the choice of everyone in the Western Star Region. It was decided twenty years ago."

With great courage, twenty years ago, the various star regions in the West followed Blanche and launched an independent rebellion, and the subsequent victory became the pride of everyone in the Western Star Region.

Well, in this case, the threat notice from the Federal Center alone will not be enough to make the entire Western Star Region bow its back again. Even without Arosa, the Western Star Region will not give up the dignity it has won through sacrifice at the negotiation table.

The people are not completely rational individuals; they have their own emotions and cultural traditions. This is a vague consensus established by everyone. Even if someone sees the shortcomings of it, they can only guide them slowly, like training a strong elephant.

Since Blanche instilled tenacity in the people of the Western Star Region with that miraculous victory, they will continue to carry this quality until the environment evolves and someone shatters this pride in a more powerful way. Otherwise, the independent tendency of the Western Star Region will not change.

On the battlefield, one warship after another from the Western Star Region was destroyed in the torrent of red particles, turning into scattered shattered fireworks. The Fifth Fleet's array was advancing like a sharp sword, and its sharp shape seemed to pierce through the sun.

On the other side, the joint fleet of the western star region was on the verge of collapse. The scattered warships could hardly support each other and form a common defense field. At this time, they could only fight and retreat, shrinking step by step towards the star behind them.

Their speed was far slower than that of the Fifth Fleet equipped with Red Angel-class battleships. The only thing to be thankful for was that the Fifth Fleet did not eagerly launch a chase, as if they were using this method to demonstrate their confidence. They wanted to shatter the pride of the Western Star Region in an upright and irrefutable way and bring it back under the rule of the central federation.

Faced with the still magnificent battleship array on the screen, many fleet officers in the Western Star Region began to despair.

In terms of maneuvering, they cannot outrun their opponents, and in terms of firepower and protection, they are no match for the Fifth Fleet.

"Do you want to surrender?" someone asked silently.

If we continue fighting, it will be a meaningless sacrifice.

Sacrifice is not scary, what is scary is the worthlessness of death.

A mood of pessimism spread throughout the fleet.

……

If you know from the beginning that the final result will be sadness, would anyone still make that choice?
It is everyone's instinct to seek profit and avoid harm. Does this mean that people who know that something is impossible but still go ahead with it are fools in life?

They insisted on choosing the wrong path and in the end no one forgave them.

……

"Yes, they are willing to be fools and make decisions that are difficult for ordinary people to understand."

"Because that decision itself is their life, their will and spiritual belief. If even this is denied, then the rest of their lives will be nothing more than a walking corpse."

“There is no such thing as right, only choices of different paths.”

“Now, let’s write our choices.”

On the other side of the star system, brand new warships are sailing out from the superluminal state, bringing with them the breath and particles from afar. The jet wakes are like thousands of silver stars swimming upstream, and there are emerald green edges on the bright sides of the warships.

The symbol of the 'Emerald Dragon' was engraved on it, and the soaring dragon head had its eyes wide open. After escaping from the superluminal speed, these warships were arranged in neat and magnificent rows, approaching the intertwined battlefield step by step.

(End of this chapter)