Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Sitting in the hall of the Titan flagship, the ground was completely covered with an extremely complex branding array. The shining silver roses and snowflake patterns streaked across the beautiful light. The many elf singers standing in the hall also prayed together. They also had a faint silver halo on their bodies, and merged with the ice elf singer on the throne, sharing the huge spiritual impact that was slowly descending from the Sea of ​​Eka.

At this moment, complex symbols appeared in Orles's eyes, and the center of her eyebrows also released a bright and wandering silver light.

Countless voices crossed the distant sea of ​​stars and reached her mind. Among them were wishes, hopes, complaints, irritability, hatred, sadness, etc. Not all prayers had good intentions. Even the devout people who followed Orles had various ideas, and they intentionally or unintentionally projected various emotions in their subconscious.

This prayer feedback mixed with various spirits and emotions impacted Orles's soul consciousness, and the more complex and conflicting emotions there were, the more difficult it was to reconcile.

Compared with the Western Star Region, where everyone is united and has common goals and wishes, the Central Star Region of the Federation has a larger population and is richer, but there are more conflicts and mutual distrust. This is where interests converge and where people's hearts are most vying. Everyone has their own demands and ideas, and the difficulty of reconciling these complex emotions will rise sharply.

"Cough--"

Oles' face was pale, and large drops of sweat kept rolling down her forehead. Her body began to tremble, and her body shook unconsciously, as if she had some kind of serious disease.

At this time, she couldn't even sit or stand normally, and her body twisted unconsciously, as if she wanted to use some extreme pain to disperse the pain that seemed to be torn in her consciousness.

Countless people's voices and thoughts poured into her mind, as if tens of thousands of people were talking to her at the same time. Everyone was expressing their feelings, entangled with her, and asking for a response from her. Slowly, Orles could no longer maintain her sanity, and even the memories of her past life began to collapse. She began to be unable to distinguish which were her own memories and which were other people's memories. The "self" part of the individual began to slowly disintegrate.

"Hi, Alyssa, just stay there, mom will be back soon." Standing behind the glass door, the familiar back went away, and then the sky slowly darkened, and it was quiet and lonely.

"I said, don't come to me in the future, just treat me as dead!" In front of the shopping mall with flashing lights, a young man and woman quarreled with each other, and finally one of them left in anger.

"Ahaha, look at her, she's like a kitten crawling out of the water." A group of children surrounded her and poured the cold water from the kettle over her head, and the cold feeling pierced her heart.

"Don't you like the cotton candy from 'Lagetis' the most? Grandma bought it for you. Eat it quickly." Under the setting sun, the child held the pink and blue cotton candy in his hand, looked at the blurry figure in front of him, and licked it in small bites.

"I'm going to kill you!" In the dim party dance hall, two young people wrestled with each other, one of them laughed and mocked, and the other was twisted and hideous, but they could not break free from the pull and restriction of the people around them.

"Wages will be paid tomorrow, are you willing to accompany me?" On the balcony in the dark night, there was only a hoarse echo from the other end of the terminal.

"It's okay, don't cry, sister will buy it for you." Holding the torn clothes, the child was full of tears and sobbed in the familiar arms.

"I told you, you will succeed." After reaching the top of the mountain, the thumbs up were like a warm iron, soothing the original bitterness.

"After that, they never met again, and each spent the next 50 years of their lives." At the end of the movie, the picture like an old photo slowly passed by, and the two were like separate worlds, each performing different highlights.

"This is your first time at school today. What's your name?" In the classroom, the teacher and a group of classmates are looking at you.

"My name is... I am..."

Face after face, familiar name after familiar name, as if each one is real, as if each one is incomplete, these countless fragments are pieced together to form a colorful and chaotic world.

Everything in front of her seemed to have overlapping shadows, countless unclear people were talking to her, Orles stood up in a trance, and then fell to the ground, obviously lying on the ground, but it seemed like she was falling non-stop, making her extremely confused, her arms and legs had nowhere to go, and her originally beautiful face and clothes had lost their due temperament at this moment, becoming extremely messy.

In the throne hall, the surrounding elf singers surrounded Orles and wanted to help her up, but she could no longer hear any sound at this time, just avoiding every figure in fear.

In the starry space, the silver glittering light filaments extending from the Sea of ​​Ekaka continued to gather and climb step by step, forming the prototype of a crown, and then the silver majestic crown shadow slowly appeared.

But this scene only lasted for a few seconds, the shadow of the entire crown became fainter and fainter, and the light filaments inside gradually lost control and scattered, and at this time the joint fleet of the western star region was ready to go.

Under the blessing of the Sun Crown, a brilliant torrent of particles was stimulated and shot out from the fleet array, and the entire starry sea was illuminated at this moment. This surging volley torrent shattered the defense barrier built by the Sixth Fleet, penetrating the starships in the array one by one, and at the same time a large amount of firepower was gathered towards the Titan flagship in the center of the fleet array.

These blazing jets pierced through the weak and shattered silver crown, and pierced the huge Titan flagship diagonally from the middle. After a few seconds, the burnt gap continued to expand and break, and countless debris and debris exploded from the broken parts. The entire Titan flagship was like a slowly dying giant whale, slowly losing control and deviating from the original array center.

Such a scene shocked every soldier and officer on the battlefield. Even the commanders of the Western Star Region’s joint fleet were stunned for a few seconds when they saw the slowly breaking Titan flagship on the screen.

When they saw the silver light began to outline the shape of the crown, they thought it would be an extremely difficult and arduous battle, and most of the fleet would be lost here, but they didn’t expect that the silver crown was just a flash in the pan, and then it became virtual and shattered.

The aimed salvo, which gathered 70% of the firepower of the entire Western Star Region’s joint fleet, directly penetrated the defense barrier of the Sixth Fleet and even directly penetrated the Titan flagship in the center.

Blanche's success has made many people in the Federation forget how rare it is to be a Sunday-level singer. If it was only through temporary publicity and resource accumulation, it would not be the case that the Sunday-level singers in the Federation would not have been absent for a hundred years.

It's just that Blanche rose too quickly, the speed was too amazing, and Orles's background was too good and her talent was too high. She quickly advanced to the Moon-level and slowly approached the Full Moon-level, which made many people believe that she could catch up with Blanche's progress. Little did they know that there had never been such a rapid promotion in history.

In terms of talent, if Orles continued to settle for 20 years, she might be able to enter the stage of a Sunday-level singer more steadily. In the elves' outlook on life, Orles is not even fully adult yet, she is too young.

Unfortunately, in the impetuous and quick-success era, not only a group of senior federal officials and parliamentarians were restless and anxious, but even the experienced old people in the elf family could not help but waver in their hearts, and finally failed to do their best to stop this risky gamble.

The hope originally given to the Central Star Region was destroyed by their own hands, and such a failure was even worse and more severe than the consequences of any compromise agreement.

Holding back the surging emotions in his heart, Marshal O'Dan, the supreme commander of the Western Star Region Joint Fleet, picked up the communicator beside him and ordered.

"Now, the counterattack begins!"

The Western Star Region Fleet, which was previously in a state of decline, began to accelerate its advance. The cruisers in the fleet were arranged in a network, connected to form a honeycomb-like force field network to restrict the enemy's fighters and mechas. At the same time, the destroyers also formed a roller-like formation, cross-fired to cover each other and deal with the impact of the enemy's fighters and mechas.

The Western Joint Fleet, which was about to become the prey, instantly turned into a ferocious wolf pack in front of the fighters and mechas of the Sixth Fleet, and swarmed out.

Suppressing the horror and uneasiness in their hearts, the fighter array of the Sixth Fleet continued to fight.

The battle is not over yet. Even if the other side has the singer of the Sun Crown, what does it matter? As soldiers of the Federation, they still have to execute the order of glory and defeat the sun in the sky.

Facing the still stubborn Sixth Fleet, the Western Star Region's Combined Fleet prepared to fire again. The halo of the Sun Crown spread, dispersing a large number of the Sixth Fleet's shield barriers, making its constructed force field defense ineffective.

At this point, the Sixth Fleet's main battleships simply abandoned defense and used all their power and energy on main gun firing.

The light streams intersected, and the brilliant jets flashed again and again, bringing explosions and flames in the arrays of both sides.

At this time, strands of silver lines appeared again around the Titan flagship of the Sixth Fleet, which twisted and twisted with each other, forming flickering and chaotic phantoms.

Seeing this scene, although there was no Sun Crown rising, it meant that Orles was still alive, allowing the Sixth Fleet's soldiers and officers to regain their confidence and continue to fight desperately.

In response, Marshal Odon gave another order on the flagship of the Western Star Region Combined Fleet.

"All ships lock onto the enemy Titan flagship and start concentrated fire!"

In the vast sea of ​​stars, the central axis main guns of battleships began to charge, and the kilometer-long barrels emitted compressed light particles in space. Then the terrifying energy continued to converge into the core crystal in the center, and the blazing core began to shine.

If there were barriers before, but this time there was no obstruction. If the Western Star Region Joint Fleet was allowed to concentrate fire, the torrent across the sea of ​​stars would be enough to annihilate and detonate the "Hydra-class" flagship that Orles was riding.

Time passed second by second, and the field of vision was full of fiercely exchanged fighters and mechas. Both sides had warships and fighters exploding in the sea of ​​stars every moment, and the gradually lit magnificent light array made countless people stop breathing.

As if in slow motion, in the distant sea of ​​stars, the surging torrent of particles began to cross the cold and lonely sky and rushed towards the scarred Titan flagship at the speed of light.

The warships blocking the way were submerged by the photon torrent, turning into burnt dust, and continued to penetrate the heavy large battleship. The dazzling light flow overflowed from the dark armor and steel keel, engulfing and covering it, and still rushed towards the Titan flagship intertwined with black and waves without slowing down.

This huge warship that the Federation placed high hopes on was so fragile and insignificant in front of this more magnificent light. The jet at its tail was struggling to move forward, trying to make a last-ditch effort to avoid the core area of ​​the flagship, but all this was so futile in front of the light flow that would arrive in a few microseconds.

Compared to the endless battleship deck, a mecha so small that it is almost invisible is flying around the battleship at the fastest speed. Its originally gray-white winged fuselage is now constantly emitting light green smoke due to overload. The entire fuselage is like a red-hot iron, pushing the magic furnace in the mecha to the extreme.

In the cockpit, a red warning flashed, but the girl on the seat ignored it. Her eyes were covered by the goggles on the back of the chair, and her arms and legs were also fixed by the straps on both sides of the seat. The entire cockpit was soaked in the boiling magic light liquid. While buffering, it continued to spread and drive, causing the wings behind the mecha to gradually lengthen, forming a golden transparent prism.

These three times extended energy wings split the space, causing the mecha to enter the subspace shuttle state, rushing directly into the interior of the Titan flagship, smashing and tearing through many obstacles along the way, and finally arriving at the throne hall covered with cold silver roses.

The originally dim hall was illuminated by the torn gap, and violent flames and explosions spilled out from it. The molten metal smashed into the floor, corroding the original gorgeous patterns on the ground, and then there were more chaotic explosions and screams.

The girl in the cockpit manipulated the mecha to prop up the gray-silver transparent light prism shield to resist the shooting of the escort troops. At this time, her pupils under the goggles quickly swept over and found that the hall was already full of blood and corpses. Many elf singers stopped their lives with distorted faces and pain, and even the scene had left many traces of crossfire and shooting.

There was no time to think about what happened in it. She turned her attention to the throne in the middle of the hall. Orles was tied to the seat with straps at this moment. The silver snow dress on her body was covered with blood, and there were many ice elf corpses lying around her. At this moment, she was already in a coma, and there were many used syringes left in the corner.

Although she had long given up hope for the corrupt character of the senior officials of the Federation, seeing this scene, Tilan was still furious.

The magnificent light stream began to dismember the giant warship. The ion torrents caused by countless lights and heat opened up the armored compartments several kilometers thick in a few seconds, and a series of explosions also spread inside the sinking giant ship.

Facing the firing of the high-level federal mecha inside the warship, Tilan drove the gray-white mecha under him to the extreme power to propel forward. Countless fragmented bullets and lasers hit the outer layer of the mecha, splashing dazzling sparks, and the wings originally used for propulsion on the back were also shattered in the shooting.

The joints began to break, and he barely raised an arm to cover it in the firelight, and then the arm armor was also shattered, exposing the arm skeleton and drive device inside. It could no longer maintain balance after losing an arm and a leg. The incomplete gray-white mecha fell to the ground with flames all over its body, and the thrusters on its back still pushed the mecha to slide in this empty hall, leaving a track full of burnt flames.

This mecha is definitely the most advanced military product of the Federation, but this Titan flagship also houses the Federation's most elite mecha team, with more than a dozen ace seventh-level pilots in the army, plus the most advanced military-style mechas. It can be said that it is surprising that it can last so long.

Facing the remains of the mecha that is about to rush to the throne, two seventh-level elite mechas take a step forward, erecting two thick and solid shields, smashing the gray-white mecha that is about to come like a wall of sighs.

In the firelight, a slender and tiny figure jumped out, like a tiny and fast firefly, passing through dense bullets and laser blockades, flashing to avoid the open isolation barrier, and when the light stream that destroyed everything broke the floor of the throne hall, she finally arrived in front of the unconscious figure on the throne.

There was no time to stop the girl again, and the dazzling light stream submerged the mechas and personnel in the hall, and everything was annihilated and melted in the light and heat.

"You are..."

As a top-level seventh-order extraordinary pilot, the federal soldier saw the silver-gray-haired girl untie Orles from the throne and pick him up at the last moment of his life, and then his vision and body were submerged by high temperature and torrents.

In May of the Sixth Era 1260, the Sixth Main Fleet of the Federation and the Western Star Region Combined Fleet fought a decisive battle in the Anlin Star Region. After a fierce battle, the battle ended with the defeat of the Sixth Fleet.

At this point, the authority of the Federation Central was no longer there, the ice crystals in the sky disappeared and melted, and the gathered stars scattered in all directions.

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Volume 3, Ice Crystals in the Sky (End)-