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

Chapter 785 The Wail of Thorns

For example, Thelemites, the witch of the night, has long been portrayed in various legends as a mature woman wearing a black veil. She often appears with a boat, just like the guide of the Styx in the myth.

As an ancient witch born in the Mercury Dynasty, Selmes has experienced a long time. Unlike other witches, she acts low-key and rarely appears in the public eye. If several witches had not left records about her in their memoirs, many people might not know that there is such a witch.

Originally, Jian Xiner was looking forward to finding the witch's relics, but when she met the witch who was like a ghost, she didn't know how to get along with her. Should she tell her that she was here to look for treasure? Or should she chat with her about the distant past and future?

In the underground cave, the sound was exceptionally quiet, with only the sound of trickling water in the underground river. When Jian Xiner asked the first question, the other party did not answer. He still sat under the lantern, his eyes looking far ahead.

"When you see the images I left behind, it will probably be a long time ago."

"For a witch, time is something that is difficult to measure, sometimes as precious as silver, sometimes as cheap as iron."

"I have lived a long life, have seen many friends die, and have anticipated that my own end will come."

“I don’t know whether you have lived a happy life thousands or even tens of thousands of years later. When I was young, I experienced a very turbulent time. The first half of my life was spent in war. Many of my familiar friends were gone at that time.” The other party looked kind and nostalgic.

"Rowing the boat, carrying those familiar friends one by one, and sending them to a distant place of rest, has always been my job. Occasionally, I would use my power to communicate with their remaining souls, and then engrave their life experiences on the tombstones."

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Selmes slowly recounted her life story, as if witches had this habit before they died, preserving the memory images of their lives and leaving them to some possible heir in the future.

Because of their lifespan and special physical condition, witches basically have no offspring. They only have the relationship between the elders and the younger generations of the same kind, as well as the inheritors of her relics.

When the eyewitnesses of ancient history recounted the past, it brought Jane Xiner a rare and nostalgic experience. She slowly immersed herself in Selmes's long memories, feeling happy for her past joy and crying for the hardships she had experienced.

These memories of real history made Jian Xiner feel like she had found a treasure. Even if she couldn't find the witch's relics today, she would have no regrets.

Time passed as Selmes told her story, and Jane Xiner just kept listening, without feeling tired, without knowing how to sleep, and without knowing anything about the outside world.

By the end, her vision was hazy, and she could only vaguely see the orange lantern emitting a faint glow in the dim light. Then her eyelids closed tiredly, and her consciousness fell into sleep.

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"Ms. Jian Xiner!"

"Master Jian Xiner!"

Someone beside her called her name anxiously, and after a shaking, the black-haired and black-eyed singer finally woke up.

She stood up and looked around, then looked at herself. There were traces of water on her hands and body, and her body was wet. She must have been pulled out of the river by her companions just now.

"How much time has passed since I got into the water?" She looked up and asked the people around her.

"In the past hour."

"At first you were still swimming at the bottom of the water, and we thought you were looking for something. Then we saw you slowly sinking, so we hurried to pull you up."

"The doctor said that you were in good physical condition, you just fell asleep." When they said this, several people looked strange. They couldn't understand why they could fall asleep underwater.

"I understand." Jian Xiner covered her forehead, sensing and checking the condition of her body.

As a singer, her mental willpower is far superior to that of ordinary people. It is almost impossible for her to be brainwashed by hallucinations or hypnotized without her knowledge. But today, everything that happened just now seemed real.

Could there really be some witch's relics here? She thought about it and dived into the water again.

The black gauze skirt swayed in the water like a goldfish's tail. She walked forward along the underground river, then closed her eyes and carefully felt the differences around her.

Over the course of several minutes, from the initial excitement and anticipation to the gradual calming down, she began to slowly become aware of a subtle, almost inaudible feeling.

It is the passing of a certain kind of emotional consciousness, ripples of spiritual activity that are difficult for ordinary people to perceive.

Following this subtle feeling, she continued down the river, approaching the bottom of the underground river, exploring bit by bit.

About three hours later, the singer walked out of the water again. She shook her wet hair, put an old wrought iron lantern on the ground, and wrung her skirt dry.

Amid the sound of rushing water, the people who were traveling together gathered together and looked at the lantern on the ground with great curiosity.

"I can't see any difference." Jian Xiner said sarcastically.

"There is basically no magic power or authority left. Probably only the emotions and memories from the past remain."

"What about this?" the person accompanying him asked regretfully.

"However, it is still a treasure, a relic of the witch Selmes." After a while, Jian Xiner evaporated the moisture on her body and picked up the lantern on the ground.

"I like it very much, because on it, I can listen to the memories of past witches." As she said this, she touched the black lantern with great attachment and love.

"Let's go back."

"Yes."

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Two years later, in the central star region, the Black Lion star field.

"Yawn——" Jian Xiner stretched lazily, stood up from the chair, and then walked away from the screen.

This is an archaeological research institute in the Black Lion Star Region. It can also be said that it is an organization directly under her, dedicated to studying ancient artifacts, excavating past history and secret techniques, etc.

In the hall not far in front of her, an orange lantern was quietly placed in a glass-enclosed pillar.

"What an amazing thing." Jane Xiner muttered to herself as she looked at the lantern used by the witch Selmes.

In the past two years, she has used various instruments and equipment to carefully restore the lantern bit by bit. In addition, she has also learned a lot of secret techniques from the Mercury Dynasty from the memories left in the lantern by the witch Selmes.

"What a mysterious and special era." Jian Xiner couldn't help but sigh when she thought of the many secret methods related to souls and corpses.

By the way, it seems that her ancestors have some relationship with the Mercury Dynasty, and it is said that they are descendants of the Trey family.

But these are not important. What is important is that she found a way to chase souls from the underworld from these secret methods she discovered.

That is to use the invisible connection between the soul fragments to pull them together again and condense them into a ghost. This cannot be called a complete resurrection, it is just to find the broken porcelain fragments and put them together.

"According to the data from our experiments, in this way, under the best circumstances, we can recover about 90% of the soul fragments and then summon the dead back to the world."

"But the shortcoming of this secret method is that it can only retrieve it, but cannot piece it together perfectly as in the past. This is because the composition of the human soul is too complicated, and even many extraordinary people find it difficult to distinguish them accurately."

"The soul that is finally formed possesses most of the body's memories, and also 3-5% of its past personality." Jian Xiner concluded.

"If this secret method can be further developed, it may be possible to revive people who have just died." A member of the institute announced excitedly.

“If this technology is achieved, does it mean that the door to human immortality will be opened?”

"If it continues to be promoted, it will definitely bring about huge changes."

With anticipation and excitement, papers on this technology were published in important technical journals within the Federation. As they expected, the emergence of this new technology brought huge traffic and topics. Almost overnight, everyone was discussing the authenticity of this resurrection and the prospects of this technology.

"If it continues to be promoted, it can become the third cornerstone of the Federation's progress, just like 'Bright Stars' and 'Emerald Dragon'." Someone began to think so.

The singer Jian Xiner who discovered this technology immediately became famous in the Federation and became the object of curiosity for countless people. "Styx Yinghua" Jian Xiner, this is her current name, and praises of her spread everywhere.

"If this technology is realized, can we resurrect our former family members and great figures in history? Then we can..."

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if those heroes in history were resurrected?"

However, not everyone is happy with this finding.

"This is absolutely wrong. It destroys the boundary between life and death and is an obstacle to the cornerstone of civilization!"

"If we repeat this resurrection process over and over again, regardless of whether the person who wakes up again is still the original person, even if this technology is improved, it will not be a good thing."

"Life is precious because of death, and it is worthy of awe. Once the boundary between life and death is blurred, all moral edifices will collapse." Some people expressed concern about Zhong Zhong's remarks and strongly demanded a ban on the research of this technology.

Soon, the dispute spread within the federation, the two sides were deadlocked, and gradually split into two camps.

"Regarding this resurrection technology, I wonder what His Highness Prin thinks of it."

Inside the headquarters building of the Federal Central Government, someone carefully questioned the powerful singer.

"I even hate this technique," Pulin said frankly.

"The so-called nostalgia is that it is because we can't come back that we feel a little bit of nostalgia and beauty."

“If you really pull back all the old things and people and keep them around you, it’s like sitting in a cage that you can never escape from.”

"Not everyone is likable. Besides, once this technology becomes popular among the upper classes, social classes will definitely become completely solidified, and that won't be a good thing at all." She shook her head.

“Death is an essential mechanism for the metabolism of civilization. If you don’t die, you will become a disgusting cancer cell.”

"Give a heads-up to the Star Children and ask them to block all discussion and information about this technology, and prohibit it from appearing on any online platform in the future." Pulin gave the order.

"Yes!"

A few months later, various news appeared on the Internet. Some people said that this technology actually had major flaws, while others said that it was just a gimmick used to defraud funds and was of no use at all. Not only were the conditions for resurrection extremely harsh, but it also could not guarantee the integrity of personality and memory. It was more likely that the dead would become unconscious ghosts with dementia.

"The secret methods of the Undead Order have always been cruel and brutal. I advise you to try it less. It is not the path to happiness." Someone advised.

Later, various other news appeared, slowly shifting the public's attention, and discussions about this technology became less and less, until it was no longer seen on the Internet without anyone noticing, as if a stone was thrown down and disappeared without a trace.

Black Lion Star Region, Secluded History Research Institute.

The once quiet research facility was surrounded and blocked by circles of special police, and then heavy shuttles carrying combat units sent soldiers wearing heavy red armor into the blockade area and began to advance from all directions.

The flaming lightsaber burned the gate and the wall, cutting a gap in it, and then swept through the destruction. The passage was littered with blood of the dead and wounded, as well as destroyed autonomous defense units.

"Enough! We have already announced the cessation of research, why are you still trying to kill us all!" A woman wearing glasses raised her pistol coldly, pointing it at the members of the Fenxin Department who entered the laboratory, and warned them.

Unfortunately, the other party ignored her explanation because they had seen similar excuses countless times during their missions.

They will be responsible for clearing away the blood and debris of the old era. This is the mission of the Fenxin Department.

Several bullets hit the thick exoskeleton armor, causing a few sparks, which then disappeared into the debris on one side. The equipment and personnel quality of the Fenxin Division were all selected from the best of the 'Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star' faction. These elites from all over the federation, with the greatest respect and admiration for the Volcano Songstress, came to complete all missions until death.

The crimson armored body moved forward, and the flaming lightsaber in its hand once again split the isolating barrier with a fiery red light mark, then pierced into the body of the woman opposite, turning her entire body into ashes.

After dealing with the resistance on this floor, the team continued to move to the lower floors of the building. The order they received was to capture the singer 'Stereocarpus' Jian Xiner in order to block the spread of this thought and technology.

The sound of destruction rang out in the building, and the occasional explosions shook the building.

Deep underground, Jian Xiner stood with a lantern in one hand, and thousands of black-robed priests were waiting beside her.

"The ceremony is ready, Lady Jian Xiner." Regardless of the occasional vibrations above his head, the black-robed priest reported calmly.

After listening to this, Jian Xiner took a deep breath, seeming to feel emotion and regret.

"I shouldn't have involved you in this. I was too naive and didn't realize the cruelty of this struggle." As she spoke, she slowly closed her eyes, placed the lantern in her hand against her chest, and began to chant an ancient requiem.

There was no accompaniment, no music, only the pure and simple sound of a cappella singing, echoing in the underground.

As the song sounded, everything became like mist, hazy and illusory. This was a feature of the overlap between the real world and the Sea of ​​Aegeka, and was often a precursor to the singer raising her crown.

However, Jian Xiner does not have that many followers, nor is she a very famous singer. Now, the only ones who respond to her calls and prayers are the souls who have recently died in this area.

Attracted and called by her singing, these souls were once again filled and condensed with magical power and appeared in the world. They shuttled and wandered in every corner, shadowy and dancing and singing along with the singing, as if they were bidding their final farewell.

Just as many speculations on the Internet have said, Jian Xiner has not found a way to completely resurrect the deceased. All she can do now is to gather the shattered soul fragments, preserve them carefully, and listen to their unclear mumblings and wishes.

If other singers pray to the living beings in this world to gain the power of resonance, then Jian Xiner is the singer facing the underworld, and those who respond to her are the souls of the dead.

Which bird's song is the most moving?
That is the cry of a dying bird as it is pierced by thorns.

Under the influence of this hazy and illusory power, the crown between the present world and the underworld emerged. It was extremely weak and could not withstand the burning and scorching of the scorching sun. The only thing it could do was to pass on this wish to all directions, so that possible heirs in the future could rediscover this path and find a way to reach the other side.

"I really like that era of heroes and legends. Please let me hear them tell the history of singing and crying again, just once."

I have no intention of breaking the boundary between life and death
Nor do I want to commit that heavy sin

I only hope to give it to those who can still look back

Once again, I gaze upon the time of this world
The past time
Please let me sing the last song for you
Sing the Morning Star
Sing the legend without regrets
Seven kingfishers are almost at the end 0 0/
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(End of this chapter)