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Chapter 791: The Sealed Holy White Stone

Three guardians in white robes stood closest to the holy relic. They closed their eyes and prayed, then their bodies gradually lifted off the ground. Pure white magic power extended from their backs and then spread outwards to become holy wings.

Light Feather Sequence 8: Angel's Coming Body
Ever since the "Eternal Covenant of Loranthia" was established, it has become difficult to find a Sequence 9 transcendent in the world. Sequence 8 is the pinnacle of mortals. According to the agreement made by Isenissa back then, suitable candidates will be selected every few years to become the guardians of the Holy White Melody. They are hermits who have sworn an oath, saying goodbye to their past, and their only mission is to guard this important sacred object of human civilization.

This time when the holy relics were moved back to the federal center, they naturally went along as well. Originally, the diplomatic corps did not like these guardians, but at this moment, the existence of this group of guardians became the ballast in the hearts of everyone present.

When the three top-level guardians floated up, their magic power and aura merged into one, and together with the white sacred boulder in the center, they emitted a faint halo, and then the sacred ripples spread in all directions. Such ripples ignored the barriers of matter, like delicate water waves, constantly washing and spreading, gradually submerging the entire starship.

As if with the help of some property of the holy object, wherever the pale ripples spread, the Aijaka particles tended to be stable and difficult to be mobilized by mental consciousness, which made many extraordinary abilities ineffective. This was reflected in the battle that many phantom species that raided the starship lost the ability to flash in space.

The battle broke out again inside the starship, but this time it was much easier to deal with. After losing their elusive displacement ability, the phantom species that entered the starship were like butterflies trapped in a cage, and were smashed and killed by the endless defensive force.

Two hours later, the interior of the starship was cleaned and the situation returned to calm.

[Combat status lifted, all crew members please return to their original positions, the starship is about to enter superluminal navigation again]
After hearing this notice, some people who had witnessed the battle finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was so scared. When I finally came out of the storage room where I was hiding, I saw corpses all over the restaurant. Some of them were the people I had just eaten with." A crew member patted his chest in shock, as if to verify whether he was still alive.

"If I had been hiding here, I might have died."

"How terrifying! Is this the new race left over from the Fifth Era? It's so ferocious."

"It should be. I heard that the wars of that era were particularly cruel."

The remaining few people supported each other and left the restaurant with blood all over the floor. They planned to take a leave and have a good rest after returning to ease the shock they suffered this time.

During the subsequent voyage, the fleet encountered no attacks or raids and arrived safely at the central star region.

“It seems that the new races that remain from the Fifth Era don’t have much strength left.” An accompanying priest of the Golden Flame Flower Temple commented.

"It's impossible for them to have large-scale residential planets and space stations. They can only hide in a corner like rats. I'm afraid they have done their best to launch this surprise attack."

"Thank you, Your Highness Isanissa, for expelling these disgusting races."

Amid the excitement of the crew, the starship slowly sailed into the starport and then anchored for docking.

Everyone gradually relaxed, but in a corner of the starship, a crew member who survived the battle opened his eyes in confusion. He touched his cut chest, which had been bandaged, but his brain was still dizzy. Just as he was about to lie down and rest for a while, an enchanting voice sounded in his mind.

'Get out of bed and go out and have a look.'

This voice seemed to have magical power, making him unable to resist, so he slowly stood up from the bed, changed into the crew's work clothes, and walked out of the wounded lounge.

"Are you leaving so soon? Although your injuries are not serious, you'd better rest more." The doctor on duty kindly reminded you.

"It's okay. I'm tired of lying down and want to go out for some fresh air. We should have arrived at the port by now," the man replied.

"We've arrived at the port, but the inspection and handover will take some time." The doctor took a look at the injured logistics crew member and ticked his discharge application.

[Fifth Fleet 776th Detachment, H67 Ship, Logistics Department Food and Supplies Manager, Geo]

[Status: slightly injured → recovered, allowed to travel]

Seeing the green icon on his terminal indicating that he could leave, Geo nodded to the doctor and walked out of the medical observation room.

At this moment, the starship is still in the port inspection stage. The AI ​​on the starship is handing over to the main control AI in the starport, allowing the other party to conduct a comprehensive scan of the interior of the starship and dispatch autonomous units to inspect key areas.

For ordinary crew members, this is a rather boring rest time. Occasionally, you can meet people gathered together in the corridor to chat and talk about the unexpected battle that they encountered not long ago.

"Are all those Illusion Eyes female? Even though they are very ferocious, they are still pretty good looking."

"Haha, you've forgotten the pain now that your wound has healed. Now that you're no longer in danger, you're interested in beautiful aliens."

"The genes of the new race have been screened and edited layer by layer. All those that don't meet the requirements have been killed. Of course, they look a lot better than normal people." Some knowledgeable crew members explained.

"But it's really surprising that we can still see the Illusion Eyes now. Their dark sun fell in the middle of the Fifth Era."

Hearing such conversations, Geo felt a little irritated in his mind, which made his nerves twitch with pain. Following his instinct to seek profit and avoid harm, he left the people who were talking and walked to the other side of the passage.

This leads to the outer area of ​​the starship, and you can overlook the distant galaxy outside and the nearby starport buildings through the transparent metal glass on the sky corridor.

Coming here, his brain felt a lot more comfortable, so he simply stopped in the corridor and looked at the scenery outside, the beautiful and vast galaxy, and the blue planet below.

"Where is this place?" the enchanting voice came into my mind again.

This is... the planet where Tear Moon Crown lives, located in the Green Moon Star Region. He subconsciously thought of this information.

'Cui Yue Star Region...' the voice murmured and repeated the term.

……

The subsequent handover ceremony of the holy relics went smoothly. The 'Eternal Covenant of Lorenxia' was temporarily placed on the residential planet of the Tear Moon Crown. Now the Fifth Fleet is stationed in the Emerald Moon Star Region. There are also many institutions of the 'Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star' faction on the Tear Moon Crown, so it is very safe.

Logically speaking, this "holy object" should be transported directly to the federal capital planet in the Crown Star Region. However, that is the territory of the Third Fleet and is also a planet with a very strong political atmosphere and the strictest jurisdiction. There will be no problem with safety there, but how it will be managed afterwards may not necessarily be completely under the control of the "Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star" faction.

After the handover, the fleet was attacked by a new species on the way back. This was a rare event for the federal officials and the only time in hundreds of years that they encountered a force outside of civilization. Soon, the members of the Central Council began to discuss this matter. "Although the other party did not succeed, this also shows that they have not completely disappeared in this galaxy. Maybe they are hiding in some dark corner." Someone expressed concern.

"We should increase the budget to set up patrol and guard points on many key routes in the galaxy."

"No, no, no. The expense is simply too huge. You probably don't understand how vast the Milky Way is." A group of people discussed the potential safety risks.

Although the discussion on this issue was heated at the meeting, some members still had heavy expressions and did not say a word. What they were worried about was not the new race that had already become rats, but what it meant for Prin to move the "holy object" to the central star field.

According to common sense, the Holy Covenant should be sent directly to the Crown Star Region and handed over to the Third Fleet and the Golden Flame Flower Cathedral for joint custody, but Prin did not do so. Instead, it remained in the Emerald Moon Star Region.

If the imperial seal in the ancient Earth era meant destiny and orthodoxy to the Eastern Dynasty, then in the current Sixth Era, the "Eternal Covenant of Loranthia" also has a similar symbolic meaning. This was originally a covenant made by the will of His Highness and Aijaka, and was later obtained by Isenissa, who used it to open up the Sixth Era and passed it on to the three countries as a token of preservation. It has extremely important significance and a powerful influence in fact. Whoever can grasp it can bring huge appeal.

Pulin does not want to be limited to the status of a Fiery Sun-level singer, but wants to go one step further and gain power that even Aimura Lin has never touched.

Many people could accept her becoming the most powerful singer in the Federation and ruling the country for decades, but when she wanted to take complete control of everything and completely change the structural system of the Federation, some people began to lose patience.

"We can't go on like this. If she really gets all three covenants, what will happen is beyond our ability to predict."

'If she wants to gain eternal life through the 'Covenant of Loranthia', it is not impossible. After all, it is the power of talking to Him and modifying the supernatural laws.'

"It's too dangerous. She's just a Sunday-level singer. She will also grow old and retire one day, just like Isanissa, handing over power to the next generation. But if she uses that 'covenant', will she really be as selfless and great as Isanissa? Will she hand over power to the next generation peacefully?"

'I don't believe it. It's not possible because of my character.'

'How could a burning chariot stop by itself? What she despised most was the cowardly and timid people. Whether it was to practice her own ideas or follow the inertia of her character, she would not give up power.'

"If it was Heshia Tilan who got the holy relic now, I would still have some faith, because this singer really has little desire for power, but Pulin, it is impossible."

"This is a very dangerous behavior. No one knows what will happen after the three covenants are gathered. That 'Loranxia' is not Her Highness Pure Wind. It is said that the two have very different personalities. As mortals, it is best not to have too high expectations."

"But what can we do now? Is there any voice in the Federation that can resist Pulin?"

People can accept short-term power, but eternal power can keep people awake all night. The migration of the holy relics this time has caused undercurrents in the federation, and many factions and forces have generated many expectations and concerns.

A week later, Prin arrived at the Tear Moon Crown residential planet where the holy relic was placed, accompanied by a group of experts and scholars, all of whom were people who had in-depth research on federal history and ancient secret history.

"The holy relics are stored in a temporary sanctuary underground, where they are guarded by sworn guardians and our personnel." The commander who greeted Prinn introduced the current situation.

"Take me to see the covenant." Pulin let him lead the way.

"Yes, Your Highness." The commander of the Fire Lotus-Brilliant Star faction responded loyally.

In the next few hours, the group passed through layers of defense and more than twenty inspections before finally arriving at the hall where the holy relics were placed.

Looking at the white boulder more than five meters high not far away, many people looked puzzled and surprised.

"Is this a holy object? Why does it look like a piece of stone?"

"This stone is like an upright egg marble, perfectly round and standard. I wonder who made it."

"According to records, at that time, a religious group that believed in the Four Origins was asked to use a special secret method to cut and seal the 'Eternal Covenant of Loranxia'. The power used to seal it seemed to have been assisted by the relics left by the witch of the Holy White Stone - Imitation Huasilin."

"Is this the seal left by the witch..." Someone murmured this ancient and mysterious term, recalling those amazing figures in history.

“If the seal is broken, it will be difficult to seal it using the original method in the future.” After all, the witches all sank into the Sea of ​​Aijaka, and now there are no relics that carry their power.

"It's ridiculous. A huge federation with a civilization of trillions of people is not as good as the Earth in the Third Era?"

"There must be a way, but it has not been opened yet and no one has studied it, so we just don't know."

"This..." Although some people don't believe it, it is not a good idea to question it forcefully at this moment. After all, judging from what the lady Volcano Songstress said, the seal must be broken.

Amid the expectant and inquiring eyes of the crowd, Pulin Koko raised her hand and temporarily stopped the discussion on the scene. She walked around the huge white stone alone, then walked closer, crossed the defense line of the three guardians, placed her hand lightly on the white boulder, and closed her eyes to perceive it.

The sealed holy white stone was like a silent mountain of sighs, isolating Prin's consciousness and leaving her only able to vaguely sense a strange and unknown rhythm.

The rhythm seemed like a particularly distant song, ethereal and vague, yet also hazy and illusory, as if it was telling something, but once you concentrated and listened carefully, you could hear nothing.

Facing such a holy object, Pulin frowned slightly. This vague and indistinct state made her feel a little uncomfortable, just like those people who kept playing dumb and not giving the answer.

"You guys start preparing to remove the seal on this holy object." She gave the order directly.

"But……"

"No buts." She turned around, and her fiery red eyes brought tremendous mental pressure to those who opposed her, as if they were burned by flames, causing severe mental pain.

As a sun-level singer, this was already the result of Pulin's slight patience. If she really got angry, the opponent in front of her might be burned to ashes on the spot.

The king's order could not be questioned. After Prin gave the order, many agencies and departments of the federal central government began to work at full capacity like huge machines and began to explore ways to break the seal.

(End of this chapter)