Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Late at night, wildfires burned.

The scorched smell filled the air, the wilderness was full of insect corpses, broken iron stained with dried blood and juice, the outside of the circle built by the armored vehicles was full of insect corpses, and the situation inside was also critical at the moment.

After nearly 10 hours of fighting, even the Heshan Rescue Association, which carried sufficient supplies, was on the verge of running out of bullets and extremely exhausted. However, such fierce fighting and the pheromones produced by burning insect corpses also continuously attracted killing insect swarms within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

The outer combatants fell one by one, and the combatants inside continued to fill the front line. There were no passionate speeches and slogans, only the backs of silent sacrifices.

When the last team of combatants came forward and still could not fill the front line, some women and elderly people in the inner circle also began to take up weapons, put on armor covered with blood and stains, and fill the front line.

At this time, they had lost nearly half of their personnel, and most of the remaining ones who had not yet entered the field were children who were not suitable for fighting and fragile wounded.

"The last set of serum." The captain, covered in blood, opened the box and took out the only row of medicines left.

"There are no more bullets." Another team member turned the box over and fell to the ground. The bullets that were originally full of bullets had long been used up.

Now there is no continuous gunfire on the front line, but more dull slashing and roaring and panting.

"If there is no support, we may not last for an hour." The few remaining commanders of the rescue society looked at the front line that was about to collapse, unwilling to give up.

"When we were attacked in the afternoon, the rescue signal tower was already turned on. I just hope that the Ford Alliance in the north still remembers the agreement."

"Now it seems that it is impossible to wait for them. We are too far away from the northern mountains, and their railways are only built to the exit of the mountains. The nearest force is the Stone Forest Fortress built by the Gray Feathers in the rumor."

"But according to the intelligence, even the Stone Forest Fortress is only a force of several thousand people, and they don't even have enough hot weapons." At this point, everyone present became silent.

Perhaps, there is no hope.

"Hiss--"

In front of the front line, the ferocious insect tore open the shield-holding personnel in front of it, cut off their heads, and then inserted its mouthparts into their bodies, constantly sucking blood and flesh to replenish energy. At the same time, its sharp forelimbs swept again, spreading from the fallen member to the surroundings, and rushed into the inner circle of the front line.

"Kill it!" The members in the back who were responsible for firefighting and filling the gaps shouted, and then a shotgun was aimed at the advancing insect at close range. The dense bullets smashed the insect's head into pieces, and its slender mouthparts inserted into the corpse were also blown off, and the blood sucked from it splashed everywhere.

Such a bloody scene had already numb the personnel on the scene. The remaining people wiped off the blood and juice covering their masks, continued to fight, and held the top of the steel-cast shield. Compared with the initial front line, the current circle has shrunk by half, and every step back in the process is a dead body.

"One day everyone will be heartbroken/

The shadow drives out the light

Even if we shed tears

Reinforcements will not come

One day everyone will be discouraged

Friends and relatives will turn against friends

Dark creatures will show off their power

The sun will no longer rise

When our hopes are shattered

And succumb to fear

Blood rains from the sky

Destruction is approaching step by step

I will fail and fall

But not like this, defeated by you

I will fail and fall

But not here, not today"

Before a person dies, whether it is the fear of hesitation or the courage after determination, people in different eras always give different answers, but at least now, they did not let fear overwhelm their will, even if the last hope is so slim and so rare, they still did not give up.

People living in peacetime may not understand this belief and spirit, but in the earliest days of the Federation, when the battle with the Fifth Epoch and the Dark Sun was the most intense and cruel, the humans of that era relied on this belief to pull the entire civilization out of the mud that had sunk for thousands of years step by step.

If you don't even have this courage and faith, how can you compare with those artificial races with the most sophisticated and excellent designs, and those new races with stronger physical strength and various special abilities? As native humans, all you can rely on is the wisdom, bravery, intellect, discipline and fearless sacrifice passed down from countless historical eras. This is what the new races have never had and dare not have, because once the new races have these, they will no longer be the cornerstone and ignorant believers of the dark sun.

Success is also due to the single and pure spirit of the new races, and failure is also due to the single and pure spirit of the new races. Too complicated and unyielding will, after all, cannot become qualified slaves.

Now, the front line is broken step by step, and the light of hope for salvation is falling from the sky.

In the sky, the figure with silver-gray long hair has crossed thousands of distances and finally arrived at this desolate battlefield. Corpses and burnt bodies can be seen everywhere. The whole earth is covered with sour smells. The tightly surrounded shield walls below are in danger and may be torn at any time. Burned armored vehicles, faded relief signs, and crying people.

How can I save this broken world?

If this is my mission, then what is the future I hope for?

In order to ensure that the sacrifices of the past are not forgotten

In order to ensure that people in the future do not repeat the same mistakes

In order to achieve the ignorant and original wishes of childhood

I will bravely do things that I have never imagined before

No matter how meaningless these things seem

No matter how these people seem to have nothing to do with me

No matter what doubts and objections I may encounter

I will carry out this mission

Because that's what I want

Can make me live happily

world

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The silver moon rises slowly from the night sky. In this world that has never seen moonlight, it is so beautiful. Its light illuminates the dark earth and gives everything silver frost. When it comes to light, it is never as bright as the sun. As fierce as it is, it brings you peace and tenderness in the dead of night, telling everything silently.

Emotions that words cannot express

A belief that pictures cannot convey

Think about the unreachable sensibility

It is the desire that is always hidden in the heart, and it is the emotion and nostalgia that can never be reached by cold reason.

This is the Moon Crown, a great thing born for the regrets of the past and the regrets that span time and space.

The moonlight mark between her eyebrows has never shone so brightly. At this moment, she touched the hearts of all the members present. The sadness and unyielding flowing quietly, and the firm will to always hold hope, made her feel like she was forgotten by time. Beautiful fall.

Perhaps this is the reason why Isenissa was able to defeat those dark suns back then. It was not just the ‘Flower of Golden Flame’, but more importantly, the civilization of that era that shone with the light of humanity.

Without those persevering beliefs and will, where would the glorious crown come from? If they were not firm enough, how could they persist until the fourth millennium, when the turning point that changes everything appears.

People always look forward to the emergence of a hero who will change everything, but without you and me who are brave enough, even heroes will die in the night.

A single tree does not make a forest. How can a lone star in the sky be better than the white sky in the east?