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

Chapter 702 The last tenderness
Really stubborn, just like you, Tilan...

I won't watch her lose herself in the end, so...

So what else can you change, Tilan...

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In the sky, the girl with black wings stood alone, her hands clasped together, as if she was praying her last prayer, recalling the faint light in the sky that had not yet dissipated.

A gentle ballad is sung in this quiet sky
Facing the distant sun
The faint glow descends

It was as if time was rewinding at this moment. The past scenes appeared blurry in the sky. The two figures crossed each other in the sky. With every fight and collision, golden fragments burst out.

These golden fragments slowly settled and fell below

Gathering in front of the girl who closed her eyes and prayed

Golden Crumbs

Golden outline

Golden Holy Sword

The transparent shape became clearer step by step. Every structure and molecule in it was exactly the same as in the scene. Even the unique conceptual power appeared on this sword.

The crystal of healing, the voice of the strings of time, the power she possesses represents the original wish of the Moon Crown.
——Make up for the regrets in the past
When this wish was activated in the purest way, a miracle that almost reversed time appeared, and a holy sword exactly the same as 'Tiracifi' slowly condensed in front of him.

It was composed of the shattered parts of Tirasifi during the battle, and through the girl's prayers, it was perfectly repaired and re-condensed into a true holy object.

Although it has exactly the same appearance and power as 'Tirasifi', it is not that sword after all. When Tilan held the hilt, gold and silver patterns appeared on it like vines intertwined, revealing flowing artistic letters in the center.

"Despair withers from here - Hecamene"

Holding the hilt of the sword, a silver moonlight mark appeared between Tilan's eyebrows, and then a beam of light like a beacon pierced through the atmosphere and into space.

The battle isn't over yet, Celitia.

Even compared with the heroes in myths and legends, Hessia is one of the few with extremely strong resilience. Both her character and her innate powers make her have tenacity and self-healing abilities that are unimaginable for ordinary people. Faced with the extremely persistent Hessia, even Themisia sometimes has to give in.

Fortunately, this kind of nature does not appear all the time. As long as it does not involve principles, she is actually a very easy person to talk to.

Celitia, who had entered the space, sensed the approaching aura from behind, and she turned back to see Tilan's current appearance.

Is that sword a replica of 'Tiracifi'? It's exactly the same.

However, Tilan, you cannot use the full power of this sword.

Because this is the treasure that Xi Ephren left to us Silver Wings.
Celitia, who had slowly sunk into the Crown of the Sun, wielded the holy sword, which shot out a beam of light as bright as a spear, directly shattering the shining silver meteor across a distance of thousands of miles.

"It's useless." She no longer cared about the girl who fell into the atmosphere again. She closed her eyes and concentrated, allowing herself to blend into the magnificent crown step by step.

When she stepped out of the golden crown again, everything was over.

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The meteors falling in the atmosphere slowly stopped, and Tilan urged the holy sword 'Herkamene' in his hand to shatter the time and space seal that imprisoned his body, and hovered in the air again.

Because she is not a Silver Winged, she looked at the holy sword in front of her that was shining brightly, then closed her eyes and thought.

'Tirasiphi' is a holy object condensed by Xi Ephren with the power of her own crown. In order to prevent it from being used by outsiders, it must be mixed with special identification marks. Moreover, this method should be difficult for other dark suns to crack and can only be destroyed violently.

When she drew the sword before, she also relied on the blood of Celitia to gain immunity... Wait, if the immunity requires the blood of the Silver Winged Race, she turned her eyes quickly, looking for the floating courtyards that were shining on the planet at this moment.

When she saw the Silver Wings that had resonated with 'Tirasiphi', her heart suddenly sank again.

Even if she could break the seal and gain the full power of the relic, by that time Celitia would have already raised the Crown of the Sun, and she would not be able to stop it.

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Time passed by second by second. In this extremely short moment, many images and memories flashed through Tilan's mind, until finally it was fixed on the rows of table data that she had once skimmed over.

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Species name: Silkworm moth

Features: Can produce high-quality fibers, extremely obedient, moth wings, low combat effectiveness
Physical data: Adult height 1.3m-1.5m, weight 30kg-50kg, wingspan 1.8m-2.2m, silver-white hair color, single fiber hair, can faintly sense the emotions of other creatures, can see at night, scale powder can self-clean and sterilize, afraid of fire, adapt to the Angel Sequence and the Original Sequence, and can advance to Sequence 2 after normal growth to adulthood.

Origin: Unknown, has the potential to become a dependent race.

Evaluation: Compiled using the 5th generation genetic technology, with the template base as the standard. To ensure the purity of the individuals, the resistance is deliberately lowered, causing the disabled and genetically mixed individuals to die prematurely. They have excellent looks, and even sacrificed the manifestation of some extraordinary genes for this. They are a rare race that has resistance factors removed from their genes. They trust almost any stranger and cannot refuse requests from others. They are easily manipulated. They are a good tool race, but as a main race they are incomplete and unqualified.

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"It has the potential to become a dependent race. It seems that this race is not bad." The words that Celitia said casually at that time suddenly became extremely clear at this moment.

My name is Olenna, are you... my new master?
Where did they go?
One is eaten, one is used

The Queen was injured, so she used Miena. Aina was beaten to death by the guards, and then in order not to waste it, she was eaten by them.
What does it mean to be used up?
The Queen was injured and had problems with her internal organs, so she was replaced with Miena's, so Miena is no longer here.

Are you taking us away? Wherever we go, we will take care of ourselves, just give us food.
Don't worry, I'll give you food.

Memories of silkworm moths emerged in the girl's mind, making her feel pity for them and impressed by their innocence.
As the original creation of Xi Aifulian, these little guys are not a perfect artificial race. They have many shortcomings, but they also represent Xi Aifulian’s original fairy-tale wish.
If it is the same silk moth species made by Xi Ephren, will this holy sword recognize it?

Tilan didn't have time to guess any more. She used the power of time and space to teleport back to the hidden cave under the valley almost instantly, and saw several little guys huddled together.

"It was clearly night, but the sky outside was bright."

"Everyone seems very scared. Lady Orlesi also asked us to hide."

"I wonder when Lady Heshia will return."

"I haven't finished sewing the skirt I made for Lady Heshia yet."

“It would be nice if I could live like this forever.”

"Although people in the camp occasionally make fun of me, I don't feel sad when I have so many companions around me."

"The carrot stew is delicious, but unfortunately the carrots are almost gone. I wonder when we can return to the grassland again."

"I don't know why, but I feel like something terrible is about to happen." Curled up on the bed in the corner, in the cold underground without a bonfire, several little guys hugged each other, using each other's moth wings to form a small warm space.

Listening to their conversation, Tilan felt like crying for some reason, even though she hadn't cried for a long time.

Why would such a stupid and defenseless race be born? They live on this planet, and are either enslaved or used as livestock. If they meet someone with a bad heart, they will be bullied, and then they can be bought off with a little favor, and they will still remember the kindness of others. According to Celitia's theory that superior races replace inferior races, these little guys will definitely be eliminated. If the world is bound to be dominated by powerful people, then these little guys are destined to live a life of eternal slavery.

Even though Tilan knew the laws governing the operation of this world, she was still extremely sad, because no matter what you looked like at the beginning or what wishes you had, in the end you would be twisted to become stronger and then dominate others on the fateful path.

Because if you don't do it, someone else will, and the end result is that everyone is forced to adapt to the environment and give up their past selves.

This was the case with Celitia, the four dark suns in the past, and even the remaining mechanical angels on this planet. The endless and cruel war forced everyone to choose the best narrow path in order to win, and the final result was that no matter how many people and things had good intentions at first, they would inevitably slide into the abyss and become part of the darkness.

If this is the root of all tragedies, how can we break the cycle...

Tilan walked step by step towards the silkworm moths huddled in the corners. A gorgeous light burst out from the sword in her hand, illuminating the dark underground cave.

"It's Lady Heshia!"

"Is it really Lady Heshia?" Some silk moths couldn't believe it.

"Lady Heshia is back, woooo." They trotted over and looked at the sword in Tilan's hand with some fear.

"Lady Heshia..." One of them called the girl's name in a low voice and approached carefully.

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"Olena, come here." Tilan called her name softly and asked her to come forward.

The silkworm moth girl with snow-white wings flapped her wings, walked to Tilan with nervous steps, and looked up at her.

"Try to hold this sword." Tilan slowly squatted down and stroked the other's head with one hand.

"Okay." Although Olenna didn't know why she had to do this, she still reached out and touched the sword carefully.

Her hand, like a normal human's, stretched out from the white linen cuffs and slowly rested on the hilt of the sword.

Tilan looked at the light flowing quietly on the sword. When Olenna grasped the hilt of the sword, there was a slight fluctuation, but it quickly returned to calm.

So Tilan loosened her fingers and let Olenna lift the sword with both hands. At this time, Olenna was obviously struggling. Seeing that she couldn't hold it, several other silkworm moth species around her came to help. Finally, the five little guys lifted the sword together and stood in this dark underground.

The holy sword was still shining with light, and the gorgeous golden and silver patterns were wrapped like vines, illuminating the faces of several silkworm moths around it.

"Very good." Tilan felt that her voice had become much softer, and she slowly closed her eyes.

For some reason, a faint warmth flowed in her heart. She could hardly describe what this feeling was. Was it happiness, joy, comfort, or a faint sense of peace?

Yes, even though Xi Efulian had already become the dark sun for hundreds of years when the holy object 'Tirasifi' was created, this holy object still recognized these little silkworm moth guys in front of it and did not reject them.

Logically speaking, as the most perfect creation in Xi Evelyn's heart, she only needed to leave the authority of the holy relic to the Silver Wings. There was no need to take into account this flawed work that she had long abandoned and this extremely weak race.

But
Perhaps these little guys were once the softest part of her heart. Even though she held the holy relic that held the authority of the next Dark Sun, Xi Evelyn still left a backdoor for the silkworm moths.

Perhaps she did not expect these little guys to succeed and show their special talent for turning over, because Xi Evelyn gave all her knowledge and expectations to the Silver Wing species and never took care of these silk moth species again.

Silently, Tilan thought a lot, a lot

She bent down, touched the silkworm moths that were waiting for her orders, and then teleported them to the outside world.

At this time, the sky had turned into a strange black color, and through this sky, one could see the stars outside and the huge golden vortex.

This huge golden vortex is so eye-catching and cannot be ignored. Countless rays of light converge into it and continue to condense and weave layer by layer. Although people on the earth are still unclear about what is happening specifically, everyone knows that an incomparably grand will is about to be born in the center of the vortex.

The history recorded in ancient legends came to the minds of many people, and they also recalled the names that resounded throughout the galaxy in the Fifth Age.

Which crown prince will be born this time?

On top of the high wall of the Ford Alliance, Sage Lindsay and Gray-capped Scholar Bernhard stood side by side. They looked up at the golden vortex at the end of the sky with complicated eyes.

"That is to say, the Silver Wings finally succeeded."

"Yes, in the center of the golden vortex, a new sacred sun is about to be born. At that time, the entire planet will become its sanctuary and be controlled by it." Bernhard said slowly. As gray-feathered people, they once had their own sacred sun.

"What about us?" Lindsay couldn't help but ask.

"According to past practice, 99% of other species on this planet will die, and the few remaining outstanding individuals will become the collection and observation objects of the Dark Sun."

“Is that so…” Hearing this, Lindsay felt like something was stuck in her chest and she didn’t know what to say.

He lowered his head and looked at the city and streets behind him. At this time, many people were already crawling on the ground, kneeling down facing the golden vortex in the sky, praying for pardon in the upcoming final judgment.

There are many people like this, not only poor ordinary people, but even some powerful extraordinary people, who are standing still in fear at this moment, their legs trembling, and losing their fighting spirit.

More and more people sensed and saw the golden vortex at the top of the sky, and were intimidated by its ever-growing momentum, feeling hesitant and uneasy.

Is everything over like this? Lindsay felt very sorry. He had seen some hope in the girl, but he didn't expect the ending to come so suddenly, which caught everyone off guard.

Just as he was leaning on his wooden stick and preparing to walk down the city wall to look through the books left by his teacher in search of a solution, someone shouted on the street.

"Look, look there!"

Following his shout and the direction of his finger, many people turned their eyes, and Lindsay also stopped, turned around and looked up.

An extremely bright star rose in the dark sky, emitting silver ripples that were no less brilliant than the golden vortex. The brilliant light shone brightly and spread to the entire planet.

Underground

In the cage

In the dark room

One by one, the figures with snow-white moth wings on their backs opened their eyes, and their bodies gradually floated up. A silver halo like flowing water passed through their small bodies, healing the scars of varying sizes on their bodies.

Then the silver halo protected these fragile little figures, breaking free from shackles and cages, breaking out of all kinds of restraints, and flying into the sky.

One after another, tiny silkworm moth species rose from the earth, and the silver moonlight radiated from their brows, dotted like stars, embellishing the black sky.

In various settlements and tribes on the earth, countless people looked at this scene in amazement. These silkworm moths opened their eyes and gently flapped their wings that were emitting a silver halo. Bits of light floated down in the sky, and then a clear voice rang out in the minds and consciousness of all life on this planet.

Like a silver star swaying in the dark night

Dragging the last hope to rise slowly
That was the last tenderness
The good heart that never gives up

Describing the midsummer when birds can fly under the warm shade of trees

(End of this chapter)