Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

While Tilan was negotiating with the singers in the southern star region and constantly contacting the regional star region power figures, the war in the central star region was also constantly evolving.

Although it was a civil war, this war was not as life-and-death as it was four hundred years ago. It was more of a fight between the upper echelons of the Federation, and had little to do with ordinary people. Both sides were fighting over the control of the star port in the star region, and the actual control of the ground was not carried out.

The advantage of this is that it avoids many conflicts and the consumption of manpower, allowing the joint fleet of the western star region to advance directly. The disadvantage is that once the fleet that goes deep is defeated, they have almost no way to return, because these star regions that are not deeply controlled can be easily recovered by the patrol fleet of the Federation.

"We have limited time!"

On the Titan flagship of the joint fleet, Odo, who was the commander of the entire army, gave a speech to nearly 100,000 officers and soldiers in front of him. He clenched his fist, his movements were sonorous and powerful, and the loud voice hit the hearts of everyone present.

"An incomplete victory is a failure. The Western Star Region has only this chance. Defeat the Sixth Main Fleet, march to the Twin Trees Star Region, force the Federation to admit defeat, dissolve the Central Council, completely re-select members of the Council, and completely change the structure of the Federation!"

"This is the only way out. Give up any illusions of compromise. It is necessary to make the enemy extremely painful, so that they will restrain their greed and arrogance that they should not have."

"You are the pride of the Western Star Region, the spark of the reform of the Federation, and the loyal followers of Her Highness Blanche. Now, tell me! Are you willing to fight to death for this great mission!"

"Blood and glory!"

The response sounded like waves echoing in the Titan flagship, resounding through the starry sea.

After a long time, the ships carrying officers and soldiers returned to their respective starships, and the fleet of the Western Star Region also rested and left the star port again.

They have received news that the Sixth Main Fleet of the Federation has assembled, and is now setting up in the Anlin Star Region ahead.

The flagship hall, which can accommodate nearly 100,000 people, is now dark and empty. The only light source in the dark hall is the huge glass on both sides, which is about hundreds of meters high. Standing next to the floor-to-ceiling windows that look like a giant's palace, there are warships leaving the star port outside. Their jetting blue tails are like stars rising and then disappearing in the distance.

Although the decisive battle has not really begun, the people present know that many people will never come back in their lifetime.

As a soldier, dying in the sea of ​​stars is indeed a kind of romance, especially in this gradually corrupt country, devoting oneself to ideals has a kind of martyrdom-like spiritual satisfaction.

Although I have taken many wrong paths and wasted my life and years, it seems worth it if I die on this road in the end.

Such an idea is incomprehensible to those who are accustomed to the life of feasting and drinking, but in the eyes of the people in the Western Star Region who have been suffering from poverty, envy and inferiority for most of their lives, this is an extremely proud and satisfying road.

Yes, they won't get it in the end, and they will most likely die tragically in the flames of war, but those who have been bullying us will not have an easy time either. It is better to perish together than to keep losing.

I would rather die than spread my anger.

The rebellion in the Western Star Region was not the evil of a certain official, nor was it the charm of Blanche herself, but the system contradictions and grudges accumulated by the Federation for hundreds of years.

The seeds have been planted long ago, and now they are just ignited.

…

Under the quiet huge glass curtain wall, a figure sat there alone. Compared with the hundreds of meters high transparent curtain wall, the chair she sat on was like a speck of dust on the seabed. When the camera was zoomed out, it would even be ignored and invisible.

The starry sea is so vast, but humans are so small.

Time flows slowly in silence. In this space, you can't hear the outside voice. You can only see the endless warships sailing to the distance. Each warship carries the future of thousands of families, but at this moment they are going to the battlefield of the end.

Curled up under the high throne, Blanche hugged her knees and stared at the warships flying outside. Her eyes were like a frozen picture, with only the light spots left by the trail on the glass.

I don't know how much time has passed. Maybe it's already late at night. A woman in a court uniform slowly walked from the side of the curtain wall. She stopped beside Blanche and bent over to ask.

"Your Highness, it's time to rest."

"Well..." The long gaze finally closed slowly, and then leaned on the armrest and lay down.

Seeing this, the female official lovingly picked up Blanche carefully, and then returned step by step.

Ten days later, the joint fleet of the Western Star Region and the Sixth Fleet came into contact. The two sides had a preliminary battle. The Sixth Fleet had an advantage in equipment and weapons and defeated the vanguard of the Western Star Region, but did not pursue it, and then retreated to the Anlin Star Region where it was entrenched.

"The other side wants us to have a decisive battle in the Anlin Star Region." Several marshals gathered in the General Staff Command Hall of the Western Star Region Fleet to discuss.

"Logically, the weaker party should seek a decisive battle to determine the outcome, while the stronger party should take the initiative and choose the battlefield and timing at any time."

"From the perspective of fleet and equipment, the Sixth Fleet undoubtedly has the advantage. The longer it drags on, the more advantageous it is for them." A general was puzzled and thought it might be a trap.

"It's not that complicated." The old man, who was a marshal, shook his head.

"You only see what happens on the battlefield, but war is often a continuation of politics."

"On the whole, it is true that the longer the delay is, the more passive we will be, because in terms of logistical pressure, fleet replenishment, rear stability, industrial shipbuilding capabilities, etc., we are not as good as the other party."

"But our opponent has never been the entire federation, but only the part of the people who currently control the parliament. Because of the destruction of the Fifth Fleet, their position has been greatly shaken. Opposition voices from all parties have surged, everywhere. The star regions have also begun to choose to wait and see. If they continue to drag on at this time, the prestige of the Central Council will be undermined, and they will not be far from stepping down. "

"So, they will definitely urge the Sixth Fleet to conduct a decisive battle to resolve the civil war as soon as possible and restore order."

"Only in an era of perfect order can politicians like them be able to play their tricks. If the world is in chaos, who will care about the life and death of those worms in the Central Council? They will no longer have the power to call the shots."

"Similarly, we actually have no choice. As I said before, if we delay for a long time, it will be difficult for us to maintain supplies. At the same time, the Federation has entered a wartime economy and the military-industrial behemoth has started to move. At that time, we no longer negotiate terms. capital.”

"At that time, what we will face is not these greedy politicians playing tricks, but the real locked-in military-industrial behemoths. These forces have been suppressed in the past because of the need of maintaining stability by the top federal officials. Look at the military. There were several supporting members who were able to enter the highest seats, but they were basically excluded because this force was too strong during the civil war. As soon as the civil war ended, Amularin ordered the dismemberment of various giant military-industrial enterprises and gathered all the members. The military-industrial enterprises were dispersed to various star regions, and the overly powerful military groups were eliminated. "

"In this case, we don't have a choice. This decisive battle is inevitable."

"The whole ship sets sail, the target is Anlin Star Region."

"yes!"

In the deepest and safest room in the Titan flagship, Blanche woke up from her sleep. She opened her pale golden eyes, sat up and asked the maid next to her.

"What time is it now and where is the fleet?"

"Your Highness, the fleet is currently heading towards the Anlin Star Territory and will arrive in about three days." replied the maids of Dawn who were guarding the side. These maids were wearing light armor. The white armor around their bodies protected their upper bodies, and their lower bodies were covered with skirts and shoulders. And the half-length cape in front of the body, this kind of clothing takes into account both defense and etiquette needs. They often accompany Blanche and are the last barrier to protect the singer.

"Anlin Star Territory..." Blanche muttered this relatively unfamiliar name silently. The Federation was very large and there were hundreds of star territories. She had not been to many of them, and she had only seen this name in books.

"It is said to be a beautiful place with beautiful scenery and white birds flying." She recalled what she had learned in the past.

Then she sat up and suddenly saw several golden pattern marks on her wrist. The thin golden vines that resembled sprouts wrapped around her wrist and extended towards her arm. There were also small branches and leaves on it.

"Etched mark..." Blanche muttered, then stopped looking and turned to leave the room.

Etching marks, the singer who raises the sun crown will have special pattern marks on her body. The appearance of these patterns is often related to people's impression of the singer. Blanche's former title was 'Golden Sun Grass', and her current title is 'Ten rays of the sun', so the appearance of the mark will be related to the blades of grass and the sun, so it will appear as a gorgeous golden blade of grass.

Such a mark is a manifestation of power, which will greatly increase the singer's ability to use related abilities, but it is also a curse and reminder.

The path of the singer is actually the same as the path of the dark sun, except that the singer is more flexible and selectively gathers the prayers and spiritual resonance of many lives. The advantage of this is that the singer only needs to rise when the crown of the sun rises. Only then can they withstand huge mental shocks and still be able to maintain themselves like ordinary people.

But if the singer resonates more and more and raises the sun crown, the etched marks on her body will become more and more gorgeous, which means that she is moving closer to the dark sun, but the singer is not the dark sun after all. This kind of unfiltered Resonating with the purified spirit, even the dark sun cannot bear the impact, so every time the sun crown rises, the backlash and impact she faces will be stronger the next time, until a certain time the singer can't bear it anymore, and her whole person Collapse, soul consciousness is torn apart.

The reason why color-level singers have completely different talents is because their souls are similar to the original ones and can withstand the invisible impact of this soul consciousness. Otherwise, just a few times of 'sun' will not be able to illuminate the darkness of the galaxy. .

The time for the decisive battle is getting closer and closer, and there is also a fierce debate in the Central Council.

"I am opposed to letting Ores go to the front line." An elf councilor stood and spoke. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a crescent moon pendant on his slender ears.

"Currently, Auresi has not yet reached the stage of Sun Yao-level singer. To force her to perform a ritual is to use her life as a bet." He frowned and explained the reason.

"Congressman Deisen, your objection is invalid. Countless children from federal families are now gathered in the Anlin Star Territory, waiting for the arrival of Ores. We need to win, the Federation needs to maintain unity, and those children need to survive, so we must cooperate with the Western Star Territory. Just like the other districts, raise our sun crown!" Another council member in the venue scolded harshly.

"Yes, there is a big risk, Miss Oresi, but who is not taking huge risks to fight now? If you don't go now, you must wait until the opponent's fleet arrives in the central star field and aims its main guns at everyone. Do you know how to risk your life?"

"I don't want to murder Miss Orles, but I want to tell you that it's a war now! A life-and-death war! Those losers four hundred years ago, they are here for revenge!"

The congressman's roar made the meeting noisy and chaotic. Countless people echoed, argued, opposed, and loudly emphasized their ideas. When the contradictions intensified to a certain extent, the vested interest groups that originally supported each other also began to attack each other.

The various power groups entrenched in the central star field hope that Orles can resist Blanche. After all, they have spent so much energy and resources to build momentum for her in the past six months. Why? Isn't it to be able to fight against the Sunday-level singer? Now it's the most critical moment of the decisive battle. The elf faction actually doesn't want Orles to go up. This is simply a betrayal in the eyes of other forces in the central star field.

But the situation is completely different in the eyes of the elves. As long as Orles is alive, she has a high probability of being promoted to the Sun-level singer. At that time, the entire elf faction will benefit and gain a lot of voice. But now, if Orles is sent to the front line, it is almost like sending her to death and destroying the hope of the elf families. Of course, they don't want to do that.

Whether Orles will die or not, the other forces in the central star field don't care, as long as they can resist the joint fleet led by Blanche. Even if Orles dies, as long as she can lead the Sixth Fleet to lose most of the warships in the Western Star Region, the battle will be won.

The Western Star Region Fleet, which is not strong enough, cannot continue to go deeper, and as time goes by, the Central Star Region has plenty of industrial potential to restore the Fifth Fleet and the Sixth Fleet and recapture the entire Western Star Region.

In other words, for these people, Blanche and Orles will die together in the decisive battle, which is the best result. This will not only eliminate the rebellion in the Western Star Region, but also avoid a powerful singer controlling the parliament in the future. They can still enjoy their current power and status.

The fierce quarrel within the Central Council spread from inside to outside. The media and platforms that had been constantly building momentum for Orlesi began to make all kinds of sarcastic remarks at this moment, satirizing the cowardice of some singers, the meanness and disloyalty of the elves, and so on.

Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, the pressure of various public opinions began to besiege the elf faction group. Under the attack of many remarks, Orlesi finally couldn't help but stand up and announced at the press conference that she would go to the Anlin star field to live and die with the soldiers and officers on the front line.

As soon as this news came out, the sarcastic remarks disappeared immediately. The entire Central Star Field played glorious and magnificent poems, proclaiming the nobility and bravery of this silver-haired ice elf singer. At the same time, those "singing festivals" wearing white and ice blue uniforms also took to the streets and began to sing the elegy of the ice elf girl.

"The scorching sun and white snow, wind and clouds meet in the sky"

"The ice crystals in the sky fall from here..."