Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

In the bedroom, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Blanche was taking a nap on the sofa. She couldn't fall asleep completely because she had a meeting soon.

15 minutes later, there was a slight knock on the door. Blanche opened her eyes, stood up and walked out.

"Good evening." The visitor was wearing a white hooded cloak, but Blanche recognized him directly. This was 'Hope' La Guier.

"Is there something important?" Blanche saw that the other party was looking for her at this time.

"Yes, I didn't want to be so anxious, but it seems that the situation can't wait." Hearing this, Blanche made way and walked into the room with La Guier to talk.

After the two sat down, the sword-wielding maids guarding beside them helped them put down the special 'halo candle', which is a prop to prevent the conversation from being eavesdropped and spied on. When it is lit, it will form a special halo.

"I don't want things to move so fast." La Guier spoke as she watched the maid who put down the candle leave.

"You have contributed to this."

"Well, it played a certain role, but the high-level officials in the Western Star Region are still quite repulsive to us." La Guier smiled and didn't care.

Now the newly established 'Rose King Court' has gathered important supernatural factions from various Western Star Regions, representatives of large enterprises, and people with great influence in various fields. Although there is no obvious party division, overall, they don't like the people of the cult.

"Maybe they think that our joining has completely disrupted their previous plans and ideas." La Guier answered frankly.

"Everything has its pros and cons." Blanche shook her head and didn't blame La Guier.

"If independence is obtained through compromise, there will definitely be many disadvantages. Not to mention the dragging, the impurities that should have been cleared will also be mixed in again."

"I didn't expect Blanche to grow to this point so quickly." La Guier was slightly surprised. I thought it would take some time to explain and dispel the grudges in the heart of the singer.

"It seems that you don't fully understand the singer." Blanche blinked slightly.

"There is a proverb in the East that says, 'If you have seen many things and heard many stories, then you will be very smart and rational and not easily deceived.' Once the singer officially uses her ability and spreads it completely, the information she can receive every day and the perspective she looks at things will become more and more comprehensive." Blanche closed her eyes slightly. She can now 'hear' and 'see' what is happening in various places and corners of the Hemu Star Region at the same time. Although this ability consumes energy to use, it is also extremely powerful.

Wherever there are those white-clothed singing festivals, the pictures they see and the words they hear can also be transmitted to Blanche's eyes and ears. She can also command the white-clothed singing festivals there to convey her orders across thousands of miles.

This is just her ability as a moon-level singer. If it is a sun-level singer, Blanche can imagine that such a singer can probably use the Sea of ​​Ekaka to communicate and issue orders across the star region. However, her body is still relatively weak at present. If she wants to reach the top of the scorching sun-level singer, it is estimated that the strength of Sequence 8 is enough to support such a strong mental pressure and consumption.

"So that's how it is. It seems that not only you, but even our cult has lost a lot of true descriptions of the situation of the singers." La Guier was thoughtful.

"So, I can understand why the Federation has not produced any Sunday-level singers in the past hundred years."

"Why?" Blanche was curious.

"Because there are no 'nodes' to assist the singers, that is, the 'singing festivals' we helped to cultivate."

"Without their existence as the assistants and eyes of the singers, the singers' abilities can only be limited to their own surroundings and cannot produce fission-like effects."

"Thinking about it, it seems that after Aimulalin left, there were fewer and fewer Sunday-level singers, so that now there is a generation gap. It should be that the top leaders of the Federation are afraid of the influence brought by such a powerful singer. In order to ensure their own power and safety, they intentionally or unintentionally weakened and reduced certain key information so that the new generation of singers could not access these to ensure safety." La Guier guessed some truth.

"Is that so? Then they are not afraid..." Blanche thought about it and didn't know what words to use to describe it.

"They are not fools, they will definitely not completely abandon it. This kind of critical information will only be told to those singers who can be trusted, such as the 'Silver Sky Snow' Orles, when it is needed."

"The more vested interests there are, the more they hope that the situation will be stable. They don't want to repeat the civil war and turmoil 400 years ago. They are probably scared by Aimura Lin. Even under such a huge disadvantage, this colorful singer can turn the tables. This makes many people feel a certain fear. What if such an uncontrollable singer emerges in a corner one day? Even if they are the winning side, they will be afraid that the same thing will happen to them."

"Don't the singers of the previous generation know about this kind of thing? Are they all deceived?" Blanche is a little confused.

"I don't know, but with the special talent of the singer, few people can lie in front of her. In other words, if she really goes to look for it, it is not difficult to find out the truth." La Guier analyzed.

"But the real situation is still that there is no Sunday-level singer." Blanche said.

"Yes, this shows that many singers of previous generations also agreed with this situation, and they also helped conceal the truth." La Guier spread her hands helplessly.

"After all, once the singer's abilities are fully utilized and spread, they themselves will have no way out. You have convinced so many people and gathered so much power and public opinion. It is impossible to withdraw at this time. There is only one way. Go dark."

"But if you just act as a 'singer' and don't arrange too much of your own 'nodes', you are actually relatively free at this time, because the involvement is not deep, it is easier to advance and retreat, and you can also do it when you are old. , retreat to rest.”

"Not every singer is ambitious. The Federation had a stable and stable time for nearly a hundred years after the civil war. At that time, the entire Federation was busy with post-war recovery and development. There were many opportunities in all walks of life, and social conflicts also existed. relatively few.”

"If everyone lives a comfortable and happy life, no one will specifically pray for help and mercy from others. If a singer in such an environment calls for resistance and struggle, no one will probably be willing to listen and follow."

"The more urgent the desire and the darker the environment, the easier it is for a sun-level singer to be born. This is probably the reason."

After chatting about the singer's ability, Laguier got down to the business of tonight.

"Actually, the reason why I'm looking for you is related to the singer's ability."

"You must be curious why the 'Dark Sun', which was so powerful and almost a god during the Fifth Era, was defeated by Isenisa."

"As for the detailed process, just like the key information we just mentioned, it was intentionally or unintentionally covered up by the Federation." Laguier raised his finger.

"The priest of the Golden Flame Flower Cathedral should have told you when he took you to the Corolla Star Territory to receive the canonization. The ability of the singer is actually similar to the principle of the Throne of God."

"In fact, this is the truth that I told you in a subtle way. The so-called sun-level singer is almost the same as the 'black sun' that raises the sun crown, but the form is different and the way of using power is different."

"Blanqi, do you want to try your best to experience the true power of a sun-level singer?"

"I don't have the option to refuse now." Blanche shook her head.

"I only have ten years, so...to do everything I need to do in the shortest time, that's my choice."

"In this case, please allow me to pay tribute to you, Your Highness Blanche, who is worthy of the name of 'Ten-Gang Sun'." Laguire stood up first, then knelt down on one knee and lightly pressed her shoulder with one hand.

"I will prepare the most magnificent corona rising ceremony for you, which will be the last trump card to resist the Federation's central fleet."

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One day later, the entire Western Star Territory began to be cut off from the Federation's information network. This meant that the situation in the Western Star Territory would be like a huge black box that was difficult for the Federation to pry into. Even if a detector capable of traveling at faster than light speeds was sent out, it would only be able to bring back Limited and days delayed intelligence.

After cutting off the Ajieka network, the LANs in various Western Star Territories began to play videos about Blanche, including parts of her speeches, song albums, and even life programs filmed during college, etc. These were all designed to strengthen Blanche's Qi’s influence and impression among residents.

At the same time, each star field began to select young women who are talented enough and meet all the conditions to be trained as new "Song Festival". They will transfer to the special angel sequence and gradually become Blanche's co-ordinators. Her eyes and ears are also the priestly personnel that convey the gospel.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Western Star Region, Red Pottery Star Region 'Tao-δ' residential star - West District 9, abandoned wilderness.

The wind and sand blowing all over the sky are endless. This empty land is full of collapsed ruins and debris. Many buildings are also half-buried in the sand. If you look down from a high altitude, you can vaguely see several large and small buildings in the center of the wilderness. The outline of a huge crater, such a circular crater, has a diameter of nearly a hundred kilometers and a diameter of twenty kilometers. It is extremely spectacular, but also quite desolate.

A black shuttle flew past with a roaring sound of jets. When the hatch was opened, the personnel who had just stepped out could hear the sound of gravel and sand particles scraping against the outer shell of the shuttle.

Pulling down the sunglasses, the person began to use the auxiliary AI connected to the sunglasses to analyze and explore the locations recorded in history.

There is red clay and sand everywhere here, and the ground is covered with uneven and collapsed ruins. It is said that this was once an important battleship production base in the Red Pottery Star Region. Four hundred years ago, the main force of the Federation's 'Red Blood Dragon' class battleships was here. production, the power of its axial main gun is far superior to that of the 'Odis'-class battleships and 'Tianqinlong'-class battleships of the same period. However, the speed of the 'Red Blood Dragon'-class battleships is not fast, and the shooting cooling interval is relatively long, so it is not used. Replace the two.

In this situation, it was not until the emergence of the sixth-generation 'Sighing Dragon' class battleship that the main gun power was on par with the 'Red Blood Dragon' class battleship, and the firing interval of the Sighing Dragon class was also shorter than that of the 'Red Blood Dragon' class. , the firepower advantage thus formed gradually helped Emuraline's side win the civil war.

Today's seventh-generation 'Brass Dragon' class battleship has much enhanced protective armor, and is equipped with a new curvature engine that allows it to travel at super-light speeds. It originally took 6 months to arrive from the central star field. In the Western Star Region, it now only takes two months.

"Found it!" The person who was observing the situation below heard an excited voice coming from the earphones, and then a marked symbol appeared in the corner of the camera.

"Is it there? Let the shuttle come down."

"yes."

Three days later, thousands of technicians gathered in the deserted wilderness. They set up tents along the back of the collapsed building ruins. Then a giant machine about 100 meters high slowly started to excavate the ruins in the wind and sand. of soil and gravel.

"Speed ​​up the progress! Plan the area and depth as soon as possible. Two giant excavators will be transferred tomorrow."

"No problem!" The member below stepped forward to answer.

Four days later, a huge pit about 600 meters wide appeared in the windy and sandy wilderness. Several giant excavating machines were parked around it. Standing on the edge of this wide black pit, a group of people carefully stared at the endless darkness below. .

"How deep is this?"

"It is about 12 kilometers deep, and the radiation contamination is extremely serious."

"During the civil war that year, the Confederate fleet bombed this place and used the battleship's central axis main gun to penetrate the bottom shell armor layer and burn through the underground battleship factory."

"In order to prevent this place from being used again, federal officials blasted and buried such armaments factories for forty years after the end of the Civil War."

"Although most of the building structures were damaged, according to the retained confidential information, a workshop that produced the core components of the central axis main gun collapsed due to the bombing and was buried on the lowest floor in advance, thus escaping the order to be dismantled and blasted. Moreover, the transfer lifting device at the bottom of the workshop is good. If it is activated, it should be able to send it directly to the ground. This was originally a means of preparing the production line during the war, but it was not used at the time. "

"That's our goal. Which one of you is willing to go down and activate the lifting device inside." The fat middle-aged man said. They were originally an ordinary mining and prospecting company in the Western Star Territory. They didn't expect to be entrusted with this task this time. such an important task.

"Head, the radiation index displayed here..." The worker on the side pointed to the meter in his hand. The data above showed that if he continued in this state, it would be almost impossible to come out alive.

"The existing protective equipment has multiple sets and layers, and there is no time to temporarily order special equipment." The middle-aged man explained.

"It's too late, it's too late, it's our lives if we go down." The workers on the side objected.

"I will triple your salary. As long as you go down and activate the device, I will give each of you 300,000 federal coins." The middle-aged man spoke again.

"As you know, now is the most critical moment. The hope of all the Western Sector is on us..." He was ready to be moved by emotion and reason.

"No." A few workers still refused to agree. They were no longer newcomers. As long as this situation continues, it will definitely leave serious sequelae.

"You... Okay, I'll add another part, 500,000 federal dollars each." The middle-aged man thought that this amount was high enough, especially for workers in such remote and barren places, this amount usually lasts ten years. Only then.

Seeing this, several workers hesitated. Although it was indeed dangerous to go down, if they wore more sets of protective clothing, there might not be serious consequences.

"You get the contract agreement first." A worker said.

"No problem." Hearing that they finally agreed, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. This project was very urgent, and the decision given above must be completed. However, there were very few experienced teams who were familiar with the local environment, so they were approached.

Seeing the middle-aged man agree, several people felt a little regretful. Maybe the agreement was too simple.

"700,000." They tried again.

"This..." 700,000 yuan is not impossible to give, but the middle-aged man is afraid that they will continue to shout.

"You can consider it, but you can only give 400,000 yuan in advance, and then 300,000 yuan if it succeeds." He explained.

"No, I have to pay 700,000 before going down." Several workers also became persistent.

After that, the two sides argued for a few more words. Seeing that time was urgent and fearing that these people would quit, the middle-aged man could only wipe his forehead and agree to their request.

"It can be 700,000, but this must be the last price increase. We will sign the contract immediately."

Soon, several special contract documents were printed out, then connected to the Internet, and notarization began.

Several workers got the document, turned over the items on it, and frowned. Although the middle-aged man agreed, they had seen many bosses who cheated and refused to pay afterwards. They were really uncomfortable with this kind of professional document. It is difficult to distinguish the trap. If the middle-aged man regrets later and asks for the money to be returned in various terms, they will not know what to do.

With uneasiness and hesitation, several people slowly put on protective clothing, while the radiation indicator on the side still sounded a warning sound.

Can you really come back alive if you go down this time? The original joy of earning 700,000 yuan was quickly dissipated, and one of the workers moved slower and slower.

Suddenly he took off his helmet, rushed in front of the middle-aged man, and grabbed the other man's collar.

"You must turn on the video camera, live broadcast to everyone, and tell everyone your promise. You promised us that as long as we activate the device below, you will give us 700,000 federal coins. You will never break your promise!" No longer caring about dignity! He grabbed the manager's collar with all his strength and demanded that the video be released to the world. He did not believe in the guarantee and the contract. His face was filled with blood, tears and struggle, because this was what he had paid for with his life.

"I..." The middle-aged man was holding on to his collar and was a little breathless. He looked at the red-faced and emotional worker in front of him, nodded as hard as he could, held up his personal terminal, turned on the camera lens, and started to connect to the live broadcast platform.

"I promise you, as long as you start the underground device, I will give you 700,000 federal coins."

Finally, this depressing live broadcast began to appear on the Internet, and then the workers slowly went down deep underground.

One hour...

Three hours...

Six hours...

Twelve hours...

Two days later...In the empty wilderness, people watched the huge machine slowly rising from the soil through the live broadcast room. It was majestic and full of rust, but the steel skeleton inside was still intact, like a dead Titan.

The life signal displayed on the instrument on the other side also slowly stopped and extinguished here.

Watching this scene, the people beside the giant pit were silent. They silently took off their hats and bowed to apologize.