Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1561 - 52: The Month of Choral Stars Singing_2
Although the two were in opposing camps, they were not irreconcilable enemies, and raising the Sun was by no means an easy task. Even a Sunshine-level Songstress would face tremendous pressure and would not use it lightly.
However, the girl’s prayer did not come true. Just as her title implies, as the Songstress and Queen of Volcano, the other side could not pause.
"I will show you my determination, Tilan." Prin placed both hands on the armrests, then an extremely dazzling mark of flame emerged on her forehead, followed by flowing gold and red patterns spreading and appearing on the surface of her body. Countless lights radiated from beneath the throne, illuminating the entire environment.
"Begin."
"Yes, Your Highness." The Red-clothed Song Sacrifices, who had long been prepared, bowed in response.
[Synchronization with Aijieka Sea begins]
[2145 Prelude-level subsystems checked, starting to connect one by one]
[742 Chorus-level module levels constructed, ready to accommodate]
[39 Ode-level roles prepared, Artificial Angels are in place]
[Self-check complete, ’Throne’ system ready]
On the battlefield, crimson warships were advancing in formation, countless high-speed aircraft and mechas engaged in mutual strangulation and combat in space, everywhere explosions of fire and fragments of metal. The fleet of the Jade Dragon and the Fifth Fleet had entered the most intense stage upon engagement.
Unlike the previous easy sweep over the United Fleet of the West, this time, the Fifth Fleet did not hold a significant advantage in actual combat. The weapons clashed with rocks, and even if the enemy shattered, the recoil left various cuts and gaps, rendering it incomplete.
At this moment, a high temperature deep red aura suddenly swept across the battlefield, and in the gaze of countless excited eyes, countless fine red threads emerged from the void, weaving and intertwining to form a flaming red crown.
The power of the Sunshine-level Songstress was once again demonstrated in the war. With the rising sun crown’s blessing, the firepower and propulsion of the Fifth Fleet dramatically increased. The barrier that was difficult to penetrate before quickly dissipated under the crimson particles, turning to dust.
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"Why do we stand against the Federal Center?"
Before departure, Tilan stood on the review stand, clad in a simple black dress, a dark blue rose pinned to her chest.
With the great war imminent, she had to tell everyone why this war began, what exactly it was for, and why it had come to this.
War is often the last resort and the final solution when conflicts cannot be reconciled.
Gazing at the officers and soldiers gathered below, the girl on stage slowly swept her eyes over them, her gaze gentle yet firm, articulating the world within her heart. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
"Violence can solve many problems, but some problems are merely concealed by blindly using violence."
"I know many admire the strength of the Federal Center, but what is the essence of this strength?"
"Is such strength and greatness truly the glory of the Central Star Domain, or the collective contribution of human civilization as a whole?"
"If it is merely the glory of the Central Star Domain, why must they reconquer the entire Federation to maintain it? If this strength is the collective contribution of human civilization, why are only they able to stand at the shining center?"
"If the brilliance and progress of civilization propel society forward, making many sing praises and yearn for it, what then is the progress of civilization?"
"Is the beauty built upon the blood and wealth meant to draw more people into this vortex, burning for it, or should it be a reward for every individual within civilization?"
"Though we all long for and admire those outstanding figures, we also understand that most people are merely ordinary."
"If one must rack one’s brains, exhaust all efforts to sniff the faint fragrance of that light, such apparent possibility is nothing but another deceit beautifully packaged, and its name is ’Hope.’
"I don’t want everyone living in this elusive ’hope,’ nor do I want to see anyone willingly twisting themselves for this elusive ’hope,’ distorting their features, gradually forgetting themselves."
"False hope is akin to greedy desire by chance, leading to downfall, like a crazed gambler on a dead-end path."
"Such a way will not truly strengthen a country, nor will it advance civilization. In the end, only a few stand in the light, while more fall into silent darkness, turning to ashes like dead moths."
"But the light is so vibrant and intense, it uses brilliance to disguise its ugliness, and those scant successes make people forget the real sorrow."
"If only the victorious and the strong deserve admiration and respect, then this world would be a sad place because the vast majority do not meet that standard."
"And such a world will eventually force everyone to twist themselves just to become the strongest, reduced to a singular existence."
"This is not the future we hope for, nor do I wish to see such an era again." Tilan stood on the high stage, her eyes gently closed, recalling countless scenes in her mind.
"What I yearn for is a sky where all birds can fly, and they too will head to their own mountains and valleys, appreciating the splendor and beauty of this sky."
"If someone must shatter this beautifully packaged deceit, then let me become the coldest ’despair,’ to break this beautiful illusion." She slowly opened her eyes, her azure eyes as clear and cold as the moon in the sky, and as burning as the sun breaking into the world.
