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

Chapter 679 Celitia's Invitation

Above the sky, the sun is already visible in the distance, and below there are still lingering clouds, covering the mechanical dragonflies flying back and forth.

Celitia took Tilan flying, and then talked about the history recorded by the Silver Wings.

"Our war with the Mechanical Council has lasted for more than 1200 years since the catastrophe on this planet. During this period, our race has undergone many changes, and the Mechanical Council has also experienced several changes."

"First of all, the first ones to land on this planet were indeed strong and fierce. In order to resist the swarm of autonomous units, many Silver Wings died in battle, and many cities and buildings were destroyed."

"However, as this planet was cut off from the outside world, they could no longer connect to the Sea of ​​Ekaka and the former mechanical sun Rou. The number of artificial angels stopped increasing and instead continued to decrease. We finally gained space to survive."

"After that, there was a long struggle of about 300 years. Today, you can still see many huge craters caused by meteorites, broken mountains, and Gobi deserts filled with radiation. These are all traces left by our battles." Celitia turned around and stood in the air in the dim light of dawn.

"As the number of artificial angels decreased, they gradually lost the ability to flexibly control a large number of mechanical bodies and began to grant more autonomy to the low-level mechanical bodies. In the years that followed, we began to take the initiative, and the direction of the war gradually reversed."

"After about 200 years, their numbers became fewer and fewer, and we had more and more strength. It seemed that we could see the dawn, and we could rebuild this planet."

"At this time, something unusual happened. The remaining members of the Mechanical Council had an internal fight. We don't know the specific reason, but we guess that they were roughly divided into two factions. One faction tried to leave the planet and return to the sea of ​​stars, while the other faction obviously didn't think so. They were determined to destroy the planet and regarded the escape faction as a betrayal."

"A war broke out between the two sides. A large number of machines fought each other, and their debris was everywhere."

"We are happy to see this kind of scene, so we carefully avoid it until one of the parties finally wins."

"The victorious destroyers used their patrolling machines to shoot down the spaceship that was trying to fly to the sky, and reformatted the remaining machines on the earth. From then on, whenever a hyperdrive was about to start, the waves and frequencies emitted would attract their patrolling machines."

"In addition, after this war, we have never seen living artificial angels again, as if they have completely disappeared. In the time since then, only low-level nomadic mechanical bodies have existed on the earth, and a small number of powerful mechanical tribes have formed aerospace fleets to patrol the sea of ​​clouds and eliminate those targets they consider to be a huge threat."

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"You asked me where the Silver Wings live now. The answer is of course in the sky. Although these mechanical tribes on the sea of ​​clouds are powerful, the earth has been polluted. We can only build a new home in the sky and restore civilization."

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"The number of mechanical aerospace fleets is limited. Over the past few hundred years, we have completely mastered their flight paths and logic. As long as we follow the rules and avoid them, we won't run into these mechanical bodies that have lost the command of artificial angels."

"Now we have formed a delicate balance with them. As long as we don't deliberately come into contact with them, we can almost always avoid these mechanical clusters." Celitia told Tilan many truths about the world without hiding anything.

"You must be curious why I suddenly said so much."

"Although the Silver Wings no longer have to worry about war with the mechanical cluster, our development has also reached a certain bottleneck of stagnation."

"Our technology has indeed returned to its peak in the past, but we find it very difficult to make further progress. In addition, we have never been able to break through the invisible barrier that restricts the planet from within."

"Tilan, you are very special. Many of your ideas and practices are new to me."

"I really hope that you can become a member of our Silver Wings. This way, you will have a longer life and can fully display your talents."

"With your current strength, you should be able to find that the resources this planet can provide are very limited. Everything is very barren. If we cannot break through this barrier, we will always be trapped on this planet and unable to reach the great and infinite sea of ​​stars."

Seeing Celitia inviting her so sincerely, Tilan felt a ripple in her heart.

She really trusts herself. Is this because she believes in her own character and as a person, or is it the result of her talent as a singer?

If it were an ordinary person, he might want to ask for benefits at this time. Anyway, there is no harm in agreeing to such a thing. When he returns to the Federation, he can deal with the Silver Wings however he wants.

However, she could never do such a thing.

"I can't suddenly change my racial identity or something like that." Tilan shook her head.

"But like you said, if you want to cooperate in escaping and finding helpers, I am happy to be your assistant." If all the Silver Wings were like Celitia, then after returning to the Federation, she would also plead for them and reserve a place for them to live, so as not to directly exterminate them like in the early Sixth Era.

As for continuing to reproduce the Silver Wings, I'm afraid it's not possible for the time being. According to the Federation's early response to the new race allies who assisted it in the war at the end of the Fifth Era, its approach was to issue special pardon status. They can move around in designated areas, but their offspring must be changed back to genetically normal humans, and the federal official agencies are responsible for their education and guidance.

If she can take control of the entire federation and reopen the gene editing bill, these Silver Wing species will have a chance to be passed on.

Although Tilan did not agree directly, this answer made Celitia happy because she no longer had to hide her feelings when speaking. As a well-educated person who has always lived in a kind environment, lying is still very stressful for her.

After circling Tilan twice, Celitia remembered something.

"I really want to take you to see the 'Silver Bird Courtyard' where I live, but before we go, I need to discuss it with the city lord sister, because according to the rules, we cannot reveal the location of the sky courtyard in front of outsiders."

"Actually, there's no need to be so anxious." Tilan could see that Celitia was really naive. Such secret information should not be told to outsiders.

She didn't know what the current social environment of the Silver Wings was like, but judging from Celitia's personality, it was probably a very friendly and beautiful environment.

After talking for a long time in the air, the four of them slowly left the place where the mechanical cluster was fighting. At this time, Celitia said goodbye to Tilan and others and returned to the sky courtyard, while Tilan took Loloria and Ores to explore the crash site of the previous Slami Association's aircraft.

Although the two mechanical bodies were fighting fiercely, the engine-carrying aircraft did not receive much attention after it crashed.

After flying for several kilometers, Tilan arrived at the place where the aircraft crashed.

"It looks like there's no hope." Tilan's voice sounded somewhat helpless.

In front of her was the charred wreckage of the aircraft, its main body broken and bent, its interior burned into a charred skeleton by the high temperature and explosion. The previous superluminal engine was also extinguished at this moment, just like the stones on the roadside.

Should she transport it back herself and tinker with it to see if she can restore it? She thought about her natural abilities, but she was not sure if she could repair this big thing. After all, it looked quite complicated.

But how to transport it back? She looked at the engine that was much taller than her own.

An hour later, the three of them were flying in the sky. What was slightly different was that there was a large gray-black iron ball hanging below Loloria, while Tilan and Ores were flying beside them holding hands.

"The iron ball is burnt black, like a roasted sweet potato." Ores pointed at the iron ball below. Speaking of roasted sweet potatoes, she felt a little greedy.

"Okay, I'll make you roasted sweet potatoes tonight." Tilan scratched Orlais' nose.

"Tilan, this engine is so heavy." Loloria grabbed the straps below with both hands, and the flying speed was the same as that of an ordinary small plane.

"Come on, Loloria is an artificial angel, she shouldn't be tired." Tilan replied with a smile. "When I go back, Tilan will also make delicious food for me." Loloria also wanted to be pampered like Orles.

"Do machines need to eat, too?"

"Of course, eating is also a form of entertainment, which will increase the happiness index." Loloria said seriously.

"Okay." Tilan knew that she was not hungry, she just wanted to experience the feeling of being cared for and concerned.

In this way, the three of them slowly returned to the camp.

When Fran saw three people coming down from the sky with a big iron ball, he couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise. Fortunately, he was used to all kinds of unexpected things brought by Tilan and quickly adapted to them.

In this camp, in addition to Farlan, there are several accompanying members of the Mouse-Eared Tribe and the Star-Seeking Covenant. They all arrived in this eastern region following Tilan.

"Is Hyacinthus feeling better?" Tilan walked to the tent where the wounded were placed and asked the people who remained in the camp.

"After we took back the plane, we saw the letter you left on it, so we placed her here to be taken care of." A woman from the Mouse-Ear Tribe stood up. She was about 1.4 meters tall, which was above average among the Mouse-Ear Tribe.

There were still a few members of the Mouse-Eared Tribe patrolling around the camp at this moment. When they saw Tilan coming back, they saluted and bowed their heads. Although they did not belong to the Star-Chasing Covenant, they still had an instinctive respect for the leader of the Star-Chasing Covenant.

When she arrived at the clean and disinfected medical tent, Tilan saw Hyacinth sleeping soundly. She had changed her armor and blood-stained clothes into clean pajamas.

At this time, Tilan examined her again and then sat on the chair in front of the bed.

She first closed her eyes and pressed her fingers against her brows. After more than ten seconds, Tilan opened her eyes again. Some emerald particles flashed in the corners of her eyes. Then she hummed a song softly. With the help of the singer's ability, the surrounding environment was filled with emerald natural magic. These particles made the potted plants in the corner of the table grow quickly, bloom, and then produce an orange-red orange hanging on the branch.

However, more magic power was controlled by Tilan, like playing a piano, weaving music in the air. The music of wind chimes echoed in the tent, and the extremely gentle healing power slowly seeped into Hyacinth's body.

Compared with those quick-acting healing methods, this method is slow but has almost no side effects. It can also heal many hidden injuries of muscles and internal organs. It is a very advanced medical skill. Even in the Wolf Blood King Camp, Tilan has never used it.

Slowly, Hyacinth's face regained some color, and only then did Tilan slowly eliminate the natural magic particles floating in the air.

Soon, the emerald green in her eyes faded away and returned to its usual azure blue, and the tent became quiet.

Walking out of the tent, Tilan looked at everyone in the camp who were still unaware of the situation on the front line, thinking that the purpose of this trip had been achieved, and there was no need to let them go deeper.

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"Are you asking us to go back?" Everyone in the camp was a little surprised when they heard the order to return, because when they set out, it was obvious that Tilan was very concerned about the remains of the crashed spaceship.

"Yes, there is little point in moving forward at this point, let's go back first." She nodded.

"We've already got something, actually," she pointed to the big iron ball outside the camp that was burned like black ash.

"Just ship it back."

"You should also have a good rest. You must have been tired from traveling during this period of time." She reminded.

"Yes."

After a good night's rest, everyone packed up and started their journey back the next day. The big iron ball was also loaded onto a carriage.

"Really? I don't need to keep hanging on to fly back? It's actually not tiring." Seeing that she was no longer needed today, Loloria felt a little uncomfortable.

"No, there's no rush." ​​Tilan shook her head and looked at the clear sky.

"This planet has many secrets. Even with an engine, it's not easy to fly out." After knowing some of the truth, she was no longer anxious.

"Nothing can be rushed." Tilan always felt that she was very anxious in the past. She suddenly thought so, and her mentality is now becoming more and more peaceful.

"Let's go." Then everyone set off.

Along the way, Tilan asked Loloria from time to time about the past of the Fifth Era, and occasionally took a pen to record and think, writing down some ideas and plans.

And so, on the third day, Hyacinthus finally woke up.

"What's wrong with me?" She found that she seemed to have recovered, and she didn't even have any injuries. With this thought in mind, Hyacinth touched her ears.

The erect round ears were a little soft, but the cartilage inside was intact, just like before, and the pain of being shot through in the previous battle seemed like a dream.

"Did you cure me?" Hyacinthus came to Tilan.

"Yes." Tilan put down the booklet in her hand.

"Thank you, thank you." Hyacinthus, who survived the disaster, bent down with great gratitude.

"It's okay." Looking at the other party's excited expression, Tilan felt a little relieved.

"Come back with us later. Although the Iron Rat Kingdom is a desolate place now, the grassland where we are is still relatively peaceful and stable. According to the messenger's report, many Mouse-Eared refugees have migrated here, and they need your guidance and assistance." Tilan thought that there must be a Mouse-Eared leader to help manage the refugees, and Hyacinthus was the right person to do it.

"I will definitely do a good job in this job." She used to be the leader of the Knights Guard. Whether in terms of status or ability, managing ordinary mouse-eared people is naturally a piece of cake for her.

During the rest of the journey, Tilan would explain some of the rules and arrangements of the Star-Seeking Covenant to Hyacinthus when she was free, and Hyacinthus asked her many questions during the process.

For example, how to treat different races, how to plan and coordinate, how to appease and deal with common problems, how to balance various needs, and how to maintain fairness, etc.

During the past six months, Tilan has put into practice a lot of knowledge she learned in the past, and can be said to have gained a lot of experience. Coincidentally, when she was explaining it to Hyacinthus this time, she also sorted it out herself, clarified a lot of details, and gradually formed a system.

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Sure enough, confidence and calmness come from the understanding and control of every detail, rather than a spiritual victory out of thin air.

(End of this chapter)