Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 592 Ancient Machinery in the Ruins

In the bedroom, it was already 11 o'clock at night. Blanche was leaning on the sofa and taking a nap. She couldn't fall asleep completely at this moment because she had a meeting soon.

Fifteen 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 still recognized him immediately. It was 'Hope' Laguerre.

"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 cannot wait." Hearing this, Blanche made way and walked into the room to talk with Laguier.

After the two sat down, the sword-wielding maids standing by their side helped them place the special "halo candles", which are props used to prevent conversations from being eavesdropped or spied on. When lit, they will form a special halo.

"I don't want things to move so fast." La Guier spoke as he watched the maid who put the candles away leave.

“You have contributed to this as well.”

"Well, it did play a certain role, but the top leaders of the Western Star Region are still quite hostile to us." La Guier smiled and didn't care.

The newly established 'Rose King' has gathered important supernatural factions from various star fields in the west, representatives of large enterprises, and people with great influence in various fields. Although there is no obvious party division, on the whole, they don't like the people of the cult.

"Maybe they feel 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 did not blame Laguerre.

"If independence is achieved through compromise, it will certainly leave behind many drawbacks. Not only will it be a drag, but impurities that should have been removed will also be reintroduced."

"I didn't expect Blanche to grow to this point so quickly." Laguier was a little surprised. He thought it would take some time to explain and dispel the grudge in the singer's heart.

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

"There is an Eastern proverb that goes, 'If a person has seen many things and heard many stories, he will be very smart and rational and will not be easily deceived.' Once the singer formally uses her ability and spreads it completely, the information she can receive every day and her perspective on things will become more and more comprehensive." Blanche closed her eyes slightly. She can now 'hear' and 'see' what is happening in every place and corner of the Hemu Star Region at the same time. Although this ability consumes energy to use, it is also extremely powerful.

Wherever those White-Clothed Singing Priests exist, the images they see and the words they hear can also be transmitted to Blanche's eyes and ears. She can also travel thousands of miles to command the White-Clothed Singing Priests there to convey her orders.

This was only her ability as a Moon-class singer. If it was a Sunday-class singer, Blanche could imagine that such a singer could probably use the Sea of ​​Aegeka to communicate and issue orders across the star field. However, her body was still relatively weak at the moment. If she wanted to reach the pinnacle of the Sun-class singer, she would probably need the strength of Sequence 8 to be able to withstand such a strong mental pressure and consumption.

"So that's how it is. It seems that not only you, but even our cult is missing a lot of true descriptions about the singer." La Guier seemed to be thinking about something.

"Now that I understand why there hasn't been a Sunday-level singer in the Federation in the past hundred years."

"Why?" Blanche asked curiously.

"Because there are no 'nodes' that assist the divas, those are the 'singing festivals' that we help train."

"Without their existence as the diva's assistants and eyes, the diva's abilities will always be limited to herself and will not be able to produce a fission-like effect."

"Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after Aimura Lin passed away, there have been fewer and fewer Sunday-level singers, so that now there is no generation. It should be that the federal high-ranking officials are afraid of the influence of such a powerful singer. In order to ensure the safety of their own power, they intentionally or unintentionally weaken and cut certain key information so that the new generation of singers cannot access these to ensure their safety." La Guier guessed some truth.

"Is that so? Aren't they 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. They will only tell such crucial information to those singers they can trust when it is needed, such as the 'Silver Snow' Orles."

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

"Don't the singers of previous generations know about this? Are they all blinded?" Blanche couldn't understand.

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

"But the reality is that there is still no Sunday-level singer born." 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, the songstresses' abilities have been fully unleashed and spread, and they have no way out. You have convinced so many people and gathered so much power and public opinion. It is impossible for you to withdraw at this time. You can only go all the way."

"But if you just promote activities as a 'diva' and don't arrange too many 'nodes' of your own, then you are actually more free at this time, because you are not deeply involved, it is easier to advance and retreat, and you can also retire and rest when you are old."

"Not every singer is ambitious. After the civil war, the Federation had a nearly 100-year period of peace and stability. At that time, the entire Federation was busy with post-war recovery and development. There were many opportunities in all walks of life, and there were relatively few social conflicts."

"If everyone is living comfortably and happily, no one will specifically ask for help and sympathy 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, the darker the environment, the easier it is to give birth to a Sunday-level singer. That's probably the truth."

After talking about the singer's abilities, La Guier then talked about the main purpose of coming here tonight.

"Actually, the reason I came to see you is also related to the ability of the song girl."

"You must be curious about why the powerful and almost godlike 'Dark Sun' was defeated by Isanissa in the Fifth Era."

"The detailed process, just like the key information we just mentioned, was covered up by the Federation intentionally or unintentionally." La Guier raised his finger.

"When the priest of the Golden Flame Flower Cathedral took you to the Flower Crown Star Region to be canonized, he should have told you that the Songstress's ability is actually similar to the principle of the Throne of God."

"In fact, this is the truth that I'm telling you implicitly. The so-called Sunday-class singer is almost equivalent to the 'Dark Sun' of the Rising Sun Crown, but the form is different and the way of using power is different."

"Blanche, do you want to try your best and experience the true power of a Sunday-class singer?"

"I don't have the option of refusing now." Blanche shook her head.

"I only have ten years, so... I will do everything I need to do in the shortest possible time. This is my choice."

"In that case, please allow me to pay my tribute to you, Your Highness Blanche, who is worthy of the title of 'Sun of Ten Points.'" Laguier first stood up, then knelt on one knee, pressing lightly on the side of his shoulder with one hand.

"I will prepare the most grandiose Corona Ascension Ceremony for you. This will be the final trump card to resist the Federation Central Fleet."

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One day later, the entire Western Star Region began to be cut off from the Federation's information network. This meant that the situation in the Western Star Region would be like a huge black box that was difficult for the Federation to peer into. Even if a detector capable of faster-than-light flight was sent out, it could only bring back limited intelligence with a delay of several days.

After cutting off the Aigeka network, local area networks in various western star regions began to play videos about Blanche, including her speeches, song albums, and even life programs filmed during college, etc. These are all to enhance Blanche's influence and impression among the residents.

At the same time, each star field began to select young women who were talented enough and met all the requirements to be trained as new "singing priests". They would switch to a special angel sequence and gradually become Blanche's synchronizers, serving as her eyes and ears, and also as priests who convey the gospel.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

Western Star Region, Red Pottery Star Region 'Tao-δ' Inhabited Planet - West 9th District, Abandoned Wilderness. The wind and sand are blowing all over the sky, and this empty land is full of collapsed ruins and wreckage, and many buildings are half buried in the sand. If you look down from a high altitude, you can vaguely see the outlines of several huge meteorite craters of different sizes in the center of the wilderness. Such circular giant craters have a diameter of nearly kilometers, and the diameter of the smallest is kilometers. It is extremely spectacular, but also quite desolate and bleak.

A black shuttle flew by with a roaring jet sound. When the hatch was opened, the personnel who just walked out could hear the sound of sand particles scraping against the outer shell of the shuttle.

Pulling down his sunglasses, the man began to analyze and search for locations recorded in historical records with the help of the auxiliary AI connected to the sunglasses.

There is red clay and sand everywhere, and the ground is covered with uneven collapsed ruins. It is said that this was once an important battleship production base in the Hongtao Star Region. Four hundred years ago, the Federation's main force "Red Blood Dragon" class battleships were produced here. The power of its central axis main guns far exceeds that of the "Otis" class battleships and "Lyra Dragon" class battleships of the same period. It's just that the "Red Blood Dragon" class battleships have a slow speed and a long shooting cooling interval, so they have not replaced the two.

This situation continued until the appearance of the sixth-generation 'Sighing Dragon' class battleship, which only became equal to the 'Red Blood Dragon' class battleship in main gun power. The firing interval of the Sighing Dragon class was also shorter than that of the 'Red Blood Dragon' class. The firepower advantage formed in this way gradually helped Aimuraline's side win the civil war.

Today's seventh-generation 'Brass Dragon' class battleships have the advantage of much enhanced protective armor, and the new curvature engine enables them to travel at superluminal speeds. It used to take 6 months to reach the western star field from the central star field, but now it only takes two months.

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

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

"Yes."

Three days later, thousands of technicians gathered in the deserted wilderness that was originally covered with yellow sand. They set up tents against the wind along the ruins of the collapsed buildings. Then, a giant machine about a hundred meters high started slowly in the wind and sand and began to dig the soil and gravel from the ruins.

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

"No problem!" the member below stepped forward and answered.

Four days later, a huge pit about 4 meters wide appeared in the windy and sandy wilderness. Several giant excavators were parked around it. Standing on the edge of the wide black pit, a group of people carefully looked at the endless darkness below.

"How deep is this place?"

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

"During the Civil War, the Confederate fleet bombed this place and used the battleship's central axis main gun to penetrate the bottom hull armor layer and burn through the battleship factory located underground."

"In order to prevent this place from being used again, federal officials blew up and buried such arsenals forty years after the Civil War."

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

"That is our target. Who of you is willing to go down and activate the lifting device inside?" said a slightly plump middle-aged man. They were originally an ordinary mining and prospecting company in the Western Star Region, but they did not expect to be entrusted with such an important task this time.

"Boss, the radiation index displayed here..." A worker nearby pointed to the instrument in his hand. The data on it showed that if we continue in this state, it will be almost impossible to get out alive.

"The existing protective equipment has several layers, and there is not enough time to temporarily customize special equipment." The middle-aged man explained.

"It's too late, there's no time left. If we go down, it will cost us our lives." A worker nearby objected.

"I will triple your salary. As long as you go down and activate the device, I will give each of you 3 federal coins." The middle-aged man spoke again.

"As you know, this is the most critical moment. The hopes of all the western star regions rest on us..." He was ready to appeal to their emotions and reason.

"No." Several workers still refused to agree. They were not new anymore. If they went down in this situation, they would definitely suffer serious sequelae.

"You...Okay, I'll add a part, 50 federal coins per person." The middle-aged man thought that this number was already high enough, especially for workers in such remote and barren places, this amount usually takes ten years of work to earn.

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

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

"No problem." The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that they finally agreed. This project was very urgent and the decision given from above had to be completed. However, there were very few teams with experience and familiarity with the local environment, so they were approached.

Seeing the middle-aged man agree, several people felt a little regretful, wondering if they had agreed to something too simple.

"It costs 70." They tried again.

"This..." 70 is not impossible to give, but the middle-aged man was afraid that they would keep asking for it.

"It can be considered, but I can only give you 40 in advance, and then another 30 if it succeeds," he explained.

"No, we must give you 70 before we go down." Several workers also became persistent.

After that, the two sides quarreled for a few more sentences. Seeing that time was running out and fearing that these people really wouldn't do it, the middle-aged man could only wipe his forehead and agree to their request.

"It can be 70, but this must be the last bid. We sign the contract immediately."

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

Several workers received the document and flipped through the items on it, frowning. Although the middle-aged man agreed, they had seen many bosses who cheated and refused to pay afterwards. It was difficult for them to identify the traps in this kind of professional document. If the middle-aged man changed his mind later and asked for the money back with various items, they would not know what to do.

With uneasiness and hesitation, several people slowly put on protective clothing, while the radiation indicator next to them continued to issue a warning sound.

Can he really come back alive this time? The joy of earning 70 yuan was quickly dispersed, and one of the workers' movements became slower and slower.

Suddenly he took off his helmet, rushed to the middle-aged man and grabbed him by the collar.

"You must turn on the video camera and broadcast it live to everyone. Tell everyone your promise. You promised us that as long as we activate the device below, you will give us 70 federal coins. You must never break your promise!" He no longer cared about his dignity. He grabbed the manager's collar and demanded that the video be broadcast worldwide. He did not believe in guarantees and contracts. His face was covered with tears and struggle, because this was what he had exchanged his life for.
"I..." The middle-aged man was a little breathless as his collar was grabbed tightly. He looked at the worker in front of him who was red-eared and emotional, nodded as much as he could, raised his personal terminal, turned on the camera, and started connecting to the live broadcast platform.

"I promise you, as long as you activate the underground device, I will give you 70 federal coins."

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

One hour……

Three hours……

Six hours…

Twelve hours...

Two days later... In the empty wilderness, people watched through the live broadcast room as a huge machine slowly rose from the mud. It was majestic and covered in 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 went out.

Watching this scene, the people around the huge pit were silent. They silently took off their hats and bent over to apologize.

(End of this chapter)