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

Chapter 800 The Worst Ending
After separating from Tilan, Pulin and his group did not wait outside the cave church, but chose to climb up the half-collapsed giant tower for a tour.

"Were the stairs here built by later generations?" Walking on the dangerous plank road in the air, Wade felt that the world below was a little dangerous.

"Yes, these wooden wedges are inserted into the gaps between the huge stone bricks, and then built into upward steps. It is said that they have been there hundreds of years ago, and later people just maintained and replaced them." The tour guide walked in front and explained.

"This place is so big." Misa looked at the huge empty space inside the tower, as if he could hear an echo if he spoke here.

"What was it originally built for?" he continued to inquire.

"In commemoration, in commemoration of the victory over that dark era." Another strange voice came from behind the stairs.

The man who came up was wearing a black robe and a hood. He looked quite old, with a round head and a strong physique, making him look like an ascetic hermit.

"Hello, are you also a tourist here?" Que Lin spoke rarely, and she felt inexplicably interested in this guest.

"Yes, my name is Prince. I have traveled to many places and I am also interested in some ancient history of the Federation." He stopped and looked at the empty corridors in the giant tower with everyone else.

"Do you see the stone wall opposite? There are still some murals left on it, but they are now very blurry due to erosion by sand and wind."

“Yes,” several of them replied.

"Something extremely horrific was carved there, but it must be remembered."

"That is?"

"Inside this tower were carved 34 dark suns and their followers, making it like a palace of demons. At the top of the tower, on the central dome, is a portrait of Isanissa." Prince spoke as he walked.

"Is this really true? I've never heard of this in all these years as a tour guide." The tour guide in front was quite surprised. She was a little unconvinced, but not entirely sure either.

"Of course, these things are a piece of history that has been hidden for many years, and the black sun carved in this building is also controversial," Prince responded.

"If you have experienced something extremely painful, how would you deal with it? Would you remember it as a lesson, or forget it completely to avoid sadness?"

"This..." Now several people were surprised by this sudden question.

"I should remember it." Misa replied, touching his chin.

"Of course I forgot it. Otherwise, how could I be happy? Haha." Wade spread his hands and shrugged.

"Miss, which one do you think is better?" Prince looked at the red-haired figure on the side, who was Prin who was leaning against the stone wall and looking at the distant scenery.

"Me? Haha, I don't care about such things." Pulin turned his head, and his red eyes looked directly at Prince, as if he wanted to see through the other's soul.

"I'm sorry for talking too much." Prince lowered his head and apologized to her.

After that, he stopped and did not continue, but watched the other people continue to go up the ancient stairs.

……

In the cave church, Tilan woke up from a long-lost memory and opened her eyes. Complex emotions surged in her eyes: surprise, unexpectedness, melancholy, helplessness, excitement, heaviness, and enlightenment. Countless thoughts and ideas turned in her mind, then quickly fell, and finally turned into tranquility in her eyes.

Her eyes blinked again, and her expression returned to normal. She raised her eyes again, focusing on the hymn being chanted on the stage.

In fact, this hymn should be an extremely ancient ritual. She has already sensed the secret hidden in this hymn. If an ordinary person were here, they would probably only feel that the hymn was ethereal and holy, without any other reaction. However, if a singer like her were here, she would have a different feeling.

Do the priests here know that she is a singer, or are they merely relying on some kind of perception to perform the ritual? Tilan closed her eyes and extended her perception. The soul consciousness of the entire cave and even the thousands of people in the entire valley appeared in her mind.

At a certain moment, her eyes suddenly fixed, with an expression of surprise in them.

Without having time to think, she walked quickly through the church hall and came to the entrance of the side hall. Before the young man guarding the door could stop her, the girl passed by him like the light wind.

Walking through the long corridor on the mountain wall, she came to an open door. She suddenly stopped, and then slowly stepped in.

This is the other side of the cave church. The space inside is empty. There is a carving of an unknown goddess on the front wall, but her face has long been blurred, and only her spread feathers and wings show her gentleness and kindness. Under this statue, a gray-haired man kneels on one knee, puts his hands together and prays, and he is about to reach the final end.

"… I mourn for those ancestors who sacrificed their lives. Please do not blame me. I will personally end this tragedy that I started."

After saying that, the figure slowly stood up. He stood with his back to Tilan for a long time, and there was an unusually long silence between the two.

Slowly, he turned around, and his weathered face was already covered with grooves and wrinkles left by the years.

"Long time no see, Tilan."

The girl's eyes gradually filled with joy at the sound. She suppressed the excitement in her heart, twisted her fingers, and finally slowly loosened them.

"Well, father." The word was so unfamiliar that her pronunciation was unsteady.

"I'm sorry, I'm not your father, just a man who made a mistake." His voice was also extremely heavy.

"Why do you say that?" Tilan lowered her head.

"Your birth was an accident, or even a product of some kind of distortion. This is all the result of my evil deeds. Not only you, Themisia, but also Yongrong, have become unfortunate because of this."

"Is that so..." Tilan's voice was exceptionally soft, and she herself didn't even know when she uttered these words.

"I……"

Although she started living alone at the age of 14, as long as her father is still alive, she will always miss him faintly. As long as her father comes back one day, home will still be there.

But now, the other party denied her existence in person. This kind of denial coming from the person closest to her can almost destroy everything a person has, leaving her voice choked and unable to speak.

"Don't be so sad, you've grown up and can live well without me." The other person shook his head slightly.

"I think you have done a lot of research on your background, so you probably have a vague idea of ​​it."

"I often wonder if everything would have been better if I hadn't impulsively stolen the embryo. Or if I had known about it later and not abandoned you, but had grown up with you, this would have made up for the mistake I made back then."

"Unfortunately, I didn't accomplish anything. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Tilan."

"Now, I am just a fool who wants to hastily make up for my mistakes." He slowly drew out the lightsaber at his waist.

"Let's put an end to everything in the past right here." At the end of his words, he twisted the knob, and a glow-blue blade emerged from the hilt. The crackling sound of electricity was particularly clear in this quiet room.

"You want to kill me, right?" Tilan looked up at the man holding the sword in front of him.

"Yeah." Reluctance and regret flashed across the other person's gray-blue eyes, but in the end he slowly suppressed the emotion.

"Why..." Tilan shook her head and didn't continue asking the reason, or the reason was no longer important.

The last link between her and the world disappeared at this moment, and all people and things became distant and indifferent.

What do the future and status of humanity, the world, and civilization have to do with her? The past reluctance and concern quickly cooled, turned to gray, and dissipated.

The originally black hair gradually turned into dark gray, light gray, and finally like the pale moon rock, lonely and cold.

The dark blue in her eyes gradually dimmed, and her past insistence on rejecting Themisia gradually collapsed.

Deep in her soul, the azure blue and purple kept swirling around like two fish chasing each other, and at this moment the blue and purple fish were getting closer and closer, and the vortex was getting faster and faster.

They began their final fusion, just as promised in the ancient prophecy.

Seeing this scene, the gray-haired man stepped forward quickly with the sword in hand, and slashed at the girl who was standing there in a daze.

Blood, very fresh blood was flowing on the ground.

The beautiful dress was stained bit by bit by the spreading blood.

The once extremely beautiful singing girl was now torn apart and cut in half like a tattered doll.

Facing the dead girl, the man fell to his knees, struggling to cover his forehead with his hands, choking and trembling, and roaring in pain like a wild beast.

"What on earth have I done wrong?"

The girl stared blankly at the ceiling, a tear silently streaming down her face.

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Meanwhile, outside the cave church.

Pulin and his group slowly climbed to the top of the ancient giant tower, from where they could take in the extremely distant scenery, the rolling crimson hills in the distance, and the tiny valley town at their feet.

They took photos, talked and laughed here, enjoying the afternoon breeze.

“When you can see the scenery in the distance, you become part of the scenery.”

"...That's what they said." In a hidden hill dozens of miles away from the tower, a huge elongated sniper rifle slowly focused and aimed.

This is not a weapon used by humans, but a huge weapon nearly 50 meters long. The one who controls it is also a special mecha lying silently on the hill.

With the special ability to travel through the subspace, the concealment system of this mecha renders various mainstream detectors of the Federation ineffective, which also provides an opportunity to launch an attack.

"But there's only one chance, so I'm sorry to inconvenience you, Biaoxing, Misa, Wade, and Que Lin." The figure sitting in the cockpit prayed softly and gradually brought the red-haired figure in the sight into focus.

“My condolences to those who lost their lives.”

After saying that, he pulled the trigger, and a torrent of deep red particles instantly lit up, instantly submerging the figure on the top of the tower and turning it into evaporated atoms.

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Aijika online world, the Hall of the Seven Sages Council.

The once busy hall was now full of distorted marks, which were traces left by battles in the cyber world. In the center of the hall, the once highly respected gray square rock was now pierced with twisted red spears. These spears seemed to carry a curse, causing strange patterns to spread from the places where they were inserted.

"Give up, Senior Hui Fangyan. These spears have been written with the erosion code. The defense system you built in the past will be distorted and polluted by it and will no longer be effective."

Blurry figures hanging high in the sky surrounded the hall. They had different shapes, as if they were made up of disordered lines.

"We appreciate your contribution to the organization and leading the Star Children to glory, but times have changed, and your ideas and thoughts no longer meet the demands of today's Star Children." Another voice echoed in the hall.

"In fact, we have reminded you many times, hoping that you would give up the idea of ​​continuing to cooperate with the Volcano Songstress, but unfortunately you have never accepted our advice."

"If we allow Principe to continue to rule, the Rose Federation will become her dictatorial empire, and the voices of us Star Children will never be taken seriously."

“The purpose of our unity and alliance is not to become a black glove in her hand, a tool to deal with political enemies, or a subordinate to control public opinion. These are all contrary to our original oath.”

"Please rest here. We will lead the world from now on, just as you taught us. It will be a more equal and beautiful world."

As if realizing that his death was inevitable, the gray Fang Yan in the middle of the hall stopped struggling, and tears flowed from his only remaining intact eye.

"Really? I'm no longer needed."

It's not that he doesn't understand these people's thoughts, he even wants to agree with them, but everything in reality is not so easy. He just wants to wait a little longer, waiting for another relatively gentle opportunity to solve this problem.

He had lived for a long time and shouldn't have been so sad and fragile, but at the moment before his death, he still felt an indescribable pain and sorrow.

"I was wrong, Idlia. Perhaps I should have given up at that time." In the last moment of his life, he recalled the afternoon a hundred years ago when he climbed out of the manhole cover in a panic and saw the blue-haired girl.

That day, the sky was particularly bright and sunny. The singing girl Yan smiled sweetly and extended her hand to him, inviting him to build an online world that conveys beauty and consensus.

It's just a dream after all...

He slowly closed his eyes, and his body in the virtual space slowly dissipated like quicksand.

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"So, how do you plan to build the federal order of the new era?" The Seaweed Head Researcher stood under the starry sky and asked the sixteen-sided crystal suspended behind him.

"The Federation needs the singer, and needs the singer's influence and power. This is the foundation of the Federation. If we refuse to take the singer as the core, how should the future order framework be built?" He continued to ask with his hands in his pockets.

……

"Oh, so you guys have hidden this kind of plan." The seaweed-headed researcher pushed his glasses with his middle finger.

"Yingwen Qilin was rescued by you guys back then, and has been in your hands all these years."

"You mean, Ewen Qilin was persuaded by you and agreed to your request."

"She is willing to give up her self-consciousness and become the cornerstone of your eternal throne. Anyone can use her spirit and soul to communicate and activate the crown."

"This is indeed a brilliant idea. With the power of the Diva, we can use her name and image to unify the Federation residents, and we don't have to worry about her having an independent personality consciousness and interfering with the country's management and governance. It's like a human-shaped seal tool."

"Phew, even a calm researcher like me is surprised that you can do this."

"I'm a little scared. After all, this future is too shocking to common sense."

……

"You think this is a fresh start, right?"

……

"It's a great era, haha."

(End of this chapter)