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

Chapter 685: The Arbitration of Destruction

Many people do not have a real sense of how big the Milky Way is.

A solar system gave birth to the Earth and several planets. In the Milky Way, there are about 2000 billion to 4000 billion star systems like this. This is an extremely terrifying number. Even if we choose a planet in one of the 1 million star systems as a habitable star, there will still be more than 2000 habitable stars.

Currently, the total number of inhabited planets in the Rose Federation is less than 2000. The vast majority of star systems are uninhabited areas. High-energy pulses and harsh temperatures prevent the birth and growth of life.

A large number of star systems have only a few unmanned observation stations to monitor local conditions, while patrol fleets maintain the safety of major shipping routes and inhabited star regions.

On the surface, the Rose Federation's territory occupies most of the Milky Way, but upon closer inspection, much of this territory is blank. If one or two starships hide in the difficult-to-monitor "black zone", it would be like a needle falling into the sea, and it would be difficult to find the trace.

Such "black areas" have become the strongholds of many underground forces and hidden organizations, but even they will not be too far away from the main shipping routes, otherwise it will take years or even decades just to go back and forth.

Those star regions that are far away from shipping routes and human inhabitants are as deep and isolated from the world as the bottom of a huge lake.

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While Tilan was operating on earth and gradually expanding the various strongholds of the Star-Seeking Alliance outward, Celitia spent another peaceful and repetitive day in the courtyard above the sky.

Although her range of activities was restricted, as a new-generation genius among the Silver Wings, such a punishment was only intended to make her reflect, and it did not affect her status in the tribe. After all, being able to reach Sequence 7 at this age, Celitia could be said to be a strong candidate for the next generation of city lord.

In the quiet large library, Celitia sat on her cradle swing, flipping through the book in front of her, but her eyes were a little distracted and she didn't really read it.

At this time, a huge black shadow slowly passed by the window, covering the entire arc-shaped glass window. The sudden change made Celitia look up, then spread her wings and flew to the circular window dozens of meters high, looking through the glass at the floating "giant whales" shuttling through the night sky.

The propellers turned silently in the air intakes on both sides of them, and they moved forward in the sky like ghosts. Blue air currents gradually ejected from their tails, continuously pushing and gradually increasing the speed of these floating "giant whales".

Afterwards, a floating "giant whale" roared past the outer edge of the library. The airflow it created vibrated the glass, causing the furnishings and books in the library to sway slightly. The power contained in its majestic body was transmitted even through the glass and the atmosphere.

“This is…” Celitia’s pupils dilated slightly.

Of course, she knew what these floating "giant whales" were. They were the decisive weapons that the Silver Wings used to rule the sky and the earth. However, they usually floated in outer space, where they could receive solar energy to slowly replenish their energy. In addition, the vacuum environment also prevented these weapons from corrosion and would not be detected by the active mechanical tribes on the ground.

Why were these large decisive battle weapons summoned from space today? Who were they going to deal with? Did the various Sky Court Lords reach a consensus and decide to counterattack the earth and completely eliminate those mechanical clusters?

Serity was eager to know the reason, and she anxiously flew to the center of the library and spread her wings. As she closed her eyes and chanted, her originally snow-white wings began to emit golden light, and those feathers were also coated with layers of golden ripples.

Her long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and a pale golden halo gradually emerged between her brows. At this moment, her perception and consciousness gathered, and then a golden circle appeared above her head. Then the circle expanded rapidly, spreading like an invisible shock wave and diffusing to the entire Silver Bird Courtyard.

On the highest golden flower platform in the empty courtyard, the golden-haired city lord felt the ripples and shook his head slightly. Then he smiled and said to his companion beside him: "Our little bird is a little anxious and can't wait to break free from the cage and come out to see."

"Please lift the seal on the library and bring her to me. I know she must have many questions right now."

"Yes, sir." Two Silver Wing women in white armor nodded, then spread their wings, flew up from the flower bed, and then fell into the atmosphere below, shuttling between the floating buildings of the Silver Bird Garden, like two small white dots.

More than half an hour later, Celitia, with wings radiating golden light, landed on the garden and observatory on the top floor of the Silver Bird Garden.

She first walked quickly towards the blonde woman who was overlooking the scenery with her back to her, then slowed down and walked slowly to her side.

"Very good, Celitia. You are much calmer than before." The blond city lord turned around.

"It seems that you have reflected a lot during this period of confinement."

"I have thought about it a lot, but I still can't figure out many things." Celitia shook her head.

"This is normal. If you say you can figure everything out in the room, then there is a problem." The two stood on the edge of the fence, and the whistling evening breeze from high in the sky blew their clothes, but as extraordinary people, they didn't feel cold.

"So many 'Arbitrators' were dispatched this time. Are they going to deal with the mechanical race?" In Celitia's opinion, this was the only opponent on the planet that was worthy of the Silver Wings' full efforts.

"Not really." The blonde woman's answer surprised Celitia.

"Indeed, at present, only the mechanical clusters on this planet can threaten us, but this time we dispatched the Arbitrators not to clean up those stupid and rigid mechanical clusters."

"A few months ago, your report made me realize that it was time to deal with some matters related to the Slami Association."

"Originally, this time period is almost over. If not today, the action will be launched within the next ten years. However, the accident during the excavation of the ruins you mentioned made me and several Lords of the Sky Court reach a consensus that it is time to deal with them."

"What treatment are you talking about?" Celitia thought of something but was not sure.

“Just as you thought, pour out the petri dish after the experiment and start over.” The blonde woman looked up at the sky. The majestic floating whale slowly passed by, blocking out the starlight in the sky.

"The development of the Slami Association has reached a critical point. In the future, they will be able to launch rockets and satellites and see us, the creators in the clouds. This is naturally not allowed."

"This..." Celitia felt a little bit reluctant. After all, she had been to the earth and knew that the people on the earth were not cold data, but lives with their own different stories and emotions.

"But they still have many unknown stories waiting for me to record and experience. Must we be so cruel as to destroy all of them?" Celitia still held out a glimmer of hope that she could save a small number of people.

"Yes, I understand your feelings. In fact, when I was young, I also went to the ground and established a good relationship with the people there and made some very good friends." The blonde woman lifted the hair beside her ear, with a look of nostalgia in her eyes.

"But..." She sighed, looking into the distance.

"Maybe people just change. I don't care about these things anymore."

"They're nice, they're innocent, but that doesn't stop me."

"Neither you nor I can indulge in this little tenderness forever, because this world is so vast and cold. I can't give up my duties as the Lord of the Sky Court because of this little remembrance and heartache."

"People are actually very strong, not as fragile as you think. I have long since gotten over that period of loss."

“Many familiar people are destined to accompany us for only a short distance in life. When we were young, we thought that was all. But as we grow older and see and experience more things, we will find that it is only a fragment of life after all. There are more people and things waiting behind. At the same time, we will also understand how important responsibilities and missions are, and we cannot judge them by personal feelings.”

"Celitia, you are the genius of the Silver Bird Court, and you are also the younger generation that I have watched grow up. If nothing unexpected happens, you will probably take over my position in many years, take charge of this aerial garden, and become one of the few people who decide the future of the Silver Wings."

"Don't underestimate yourself, and don't limit yourself to a little gentleness. You have to understand that your life is not just your own, it is also related to many important things. When you take up the scepter, you are destined to be bound by the scepter. This is expectation, this is responsibility, and this is also your future mission."

"You don't have to participate in this action. Just stand aside and watch it happen. If you really don't agree, then you'd better prepare a solid theory and use your strong power to convince everyone, instead of trying to solve the problem by crying like a child."

"Now, come with me..."

Unknown planet, southern continent.

The black tide washed the coast, and the foam it stirred up kept bursting, making the sea breeze slightly fishy and moist.

The tall tower on the shore is still bright in the dark night. The light poles sweep across the sea, revealing the outlines of some ships staying in the harbor.

As a society that popularized education and gradually developed industrial civilization, people in Slami have gotten rid of the precarious life here, and electric lights have gradually become popular in every household.

At night, in the room illuminated by incandescent lamps, the wife sat at the sewing machine, cutting new clothes for the children, while the husband leaned against the table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, listening to the soothing music and broadcasts coming from the radio.

"This is the third radio station of the Sri Lankan Association. Welcome to listen to tonight's program. I will explain to you the latest baby subsidy policies and benefits..."

The news coming from the radio made the wife look up and slowly walk to her husband. The husband then took her hand and they hugged each other for a while.

"The baby has been making some noise in my belly lately. I don't know if it will be a boy or a girl. Amy is 7 years old now. She will be very happy if she knows she has a brother or sister."

"Whether it's a boy or a girl, they will be our babies." The husband held the other's hand and comforted her slowly. He knew that his wife was actually a little nervous during this period and worried that she could not take care of two children at the same time.

"It's okay. Not only us, but the Slami Association is also looking forward to this child."

"We have already created a home on this desolate wasteland. Our descendants will live a stable life on this land and will no longer live a life of wandering like our ancestors."

"Well, I trust you and I trust everyone in the Slami Association." His wife slowly sat down beside him and they snuggled together.

Thousands of miles high in the sky, towering and huge figures whizzed by in the cold wind. The hatches below them opened, and heavy warheads fell like sowing seeds.

A few seconds later, a magnificent orange-red flame shot up into the sky. The spreading shock wave created huge waves of dozens of meters, spreading towards the distance of the black tide. The lighthouse that was previously in the darkness broke under the impact and slowly fell into the dark sea.

From north to south, from night to day, these giant floating 'arbitrators' efficiently cleaned up every piece of land they passed through. The high-temperature flames and shock waves flattened any resistance along the way, whether it was a newly built city, a beautiful glass greenhouse, a white rock palace, or a factory emitting black smoke. All life in nature and man-made creations were destroyed by these 'arbitrators'.

They are the messengers that play the song of the end of civilization, the extermination order issued by the superior race to the inferior, and the efficient tool for cleaning up the world.

At the headquarters of the Slami Association, heavy fighter planes took off one after another. Their iron-gray wings also sprayed air currents. The high-speed rotating propellers carried heavy weapons up to the clouds and arrived at the world above the clouds.

The 'Arbitrators' like giant floating whales were suspended in the air. When fighter planes that tore through the clouds appeared, the hatches on their backs also opened, and small unmanned fighter planes swarmed out.

In the thousand-year-long war with the mechanical clusters, the Silver Wings also learned to efficiently use these unmanned autonomous units to fight for them. These imitations have combat effectiveness that is no less than that of the mechanical clusters.

Planes engraved with the shining silver wing logo flew like swifts. They were incredibly fast and agile, weaving through the rain of bullets from the heavy fighters. Then the sharp silver wings cut through the hulls, propellers, wings, and bodies of these fighters, dismembering the air units that were still in the industrial age like a clean and neat scalpel.

There was no chance of winning, no exciting battles, only the complete crushing of one side over the other. Under the incredulous gazes of many Slami Association members, these flying silver wings cut through the bodies of friendly forces one by one, causing their last hope to fall, like glittering silver debris scattered to the ground.

"Why!?" Sitting in the cabin filled with thick smoke, the pilot used his last bit of strength to pull the joystick, but it did not bring any change. The wings outside the cabin had already been cut off, and the engine was burned in the leaking flames and smoke.

From beginning to end, they had never seen the figure who truly commanded these giant floating whales, nor had they ever understood the truth behind this world.

Over the past hundred years, the Slami Association has grown from a small group of fifty people to a miracle that unified the southern continent. All the achievements they created, whether it was architecture, records, or history, disappeared in the rising flames. Almost every city and every stronghold was wiped out from the earth. When the few remaining members crawled out from the ruins and corners after the destructive bombing and impact, what they saw was the swarm of black fog insects that covered the sky.

More than a thousand years ago, these swarms of insects arrived as biological weapons to cleanse the planet, and a thousand years later, they are still carrying out the same mission.

Change does not exist.

(End of this chapter)