Chapter 592 Ancient Machinery in the Ruins
In the bedroom, it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Blanche was leaning on the sofa to take a nap. She couldn't fall asleep completely at this moment because she had a meeting soon.
15 minutes later, there was a slight knock on the door. Blanche opened her eyes, propped herself up and walked out.
"Good evening." The visitor was wearing a white hooded cloak, but Blanche still recognized it directly. It was "Hope" La Guier.
"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 can't wait." Hearing this, Blanche made way and walked into the room with La Guier to talk.
After the two sat down, the sword-wielding maids guarding beside them helped them put down the special "halo candles". This is a prop to prevent the conversation from being eavesdropped and spied on. When it is lit, it will form a special halo.
"I don't want things to move so fast." Watching the maid who put down the candles leave, La Guier spoke.
"You have contributed to this."
"Well, it played a role, but the high-level officials in the Western Star Region are still quite hostile to us." La Guier smiled and didn't care.
Now the newly established 'Rose King Court' has gathered important supernatural factions from various Western Star Regions, representatives of large enterprises, and people with great influence in various fields. Although there is no obvious party division, overall, they don't like the people of the cult.
"Maybe they think 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 didn't blame La Guier.
"If independence is obtained through compromise, there will definitely be many disadvantages. Not to mention the dragging, the impurities that should have been cleared will be mixed back in."
"I didn't expect Blanche to grow to this point so quickly." La Guier was a little surprised. I thought it would take some time to explain and dispel the grudges in the heart of the singer.
"It seems that you don't fully understand the singer." Blanche blinked slightly.
"There is a proverb in the East that goes, 'If you have seen many things and heard many stories, then you will be very smart and rational, and not easily deceived.' Once the singer officially uses her ability and spreads it completely, the information she can receive every day and the perspective she looks at things will become more and more comprehensive." Blanche closed her eyes slightly. She can now "hear" and "see" what is happening in various places and corners of the Hemu Star Region at the same time. Although this ability consumes energy to use, it is also extremely powerful.
Wherever there are those white-clothed singing festivals, the pictures they see and the words they hear can also be transmitted to Blanche's eyes and ears. She can also command the white-clothed singing festivals there to convey her orders across thousands of miles.
This is just her ability as a moon-level singer. If it is a sun-level singer, Blanche can imagine that such a singer can probably use the Sea of Ekaka to communicate and issue orders across the star region. However, her body is still relatively weak at present. If she wants to reach the pinnacle of the Fiery Sun-level singer, it is estimated that the strength of Sequence 8 is enough 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 has lost a lot of true descriptions of the situation of the singing girls." La Guier was thoughtful.
"So, I can understand why the Federation has not produced any Sunday-level singing girls in the past hundred years."
"Why?" Blanche was curious.
"Because there are no 'nodes' to assist the singing girls, that is, the 'singing festivals' we helped to cultivate."
"Without their existence as the singing girls' assistants and eyes, the singing girls' abilities can only be limited to their own surroundings and cannot produce fission-like effects."
"Thinking about it carefully, it seems that after Aimulalin left, there were fewer and fewer Sunday-level singing girls, so that now there is no generation. It should be that the top leaders of the Federation are afraid of the influence brought by such a powerful singing girl. In order to ensure their own power and safety, they intentionally or unintentionally weakened and reduced certain key information so that the new generation of singing girls could not access these to ensure safety." La Guier guessed some truth.
"Is that so? Then they are not 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. Such critical information will only be told to those divas they can trust, such as the 'Silver Sky Snow' Orles, when it is needed."
"The more vested interests there are, the more they hope the situation will be stable. They don't want to repeat the civil war and turmoil 400 years ago. They are probably scared by Aimura Lin. Even under such a huge disadvantage, this colorful diva can turn the tables. This makes many people feel a certain fear. What if such an uncontrollable diva emerges in a corner one day? Even if they are the winning team, they will be afraid that the same thing will happen to them."
"Don't the divas of the previous generation know about this? Are they all deceived?" Blanche was a little confused.
"I don't know, but with the special talent of the diva, few people can lie to her. In other words, if she really goes to look for it, it is not difficult to find out the truth." Laguier analyzed.
"But the real situation is still that there is no Sunday-level diva." 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, once the abilities of the singers are fully exerted and spread, they will have no way out. You have convinced so many people and gathered so much power and public opinion. It is impossible for you to quit at this time. You can only go all the way."
"But if you only make appeals as a 'singer' and don't arrange too many 'nodes' of your own, you are actually more free at this time, because you are not deeply involved, and it is easier to advance and retreat. You can also retire and rest when you are old."
"Not every singer is ambitious. The Federation had nearly a hundred years of stability after the end of the civil war. 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 fewer social conflicts."
"If everyone lives comfortably and happily, no one will deliberately pray for help and compassion from others. If a singer in such an environment calls for resistance and struggle, I guess no one will 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 reason."
After talking about the topic of the singers' abilities, La Guier talked about the main business 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 'Dark Sun', which was so powerful and almost divine, was defeated by Isenissa during the Fifth Era."
"The details of the process, like the key information we just mentioned, were intentionally or unintentionally covered up by the Federation." Laguier 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 ability of the singer is actually similar to the principle of the Throne of God."
"In fact, this is to tell you the truth in a subtle way. The so-called Sunday-level 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 to experience the real power of the Sunday-level 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 tribute to you, Her Highness Blanche, who is worthy of the title of 'Ten-pointed Sun'." Laguier stood up, then knelt on one knee, and gently pressed his shoulder with one hand.
"I will prepare the most grand Corona Ascension Ceremony for you. This will be the last trump card to resist the Federation Central Fleet."
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One day later, the entire Western Star Region began to cut off the Federation's information network. This meant that the situation in the Western Star Region would be like a huge black box that the Federation could not see. Even if a detector that could fly faster than light was sent, it could only bring back limited intelligence that was delayed for several days.
After cutting off the Aiqika network, the local area networks in various Western Star Regions began to play videos about Blanche, including her speeches, song albums, and even life programs shot during college, etc. These were all to strengthen Blanche's influence and impression among the residents.
At the same time, each star region 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 special angel sequences and gradually become Blanche's coordinators, her eyes and ears, and priests who conveyed the gospel.
Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.
In the western star region, the Red Pottery Star Region's 'Tao-δ' residential star - West 9th District, abandoned wilderness.
The sky was filled with endless wind and sand. The vast land was covered with ruins and many buildings were 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 craters have a diameter of nearly 100 kilometers, and the diameter of the smallest is 20 kilometers. They are extremely spectacular, but also quite desolate and bleak.
A black shuttle flew over with a roaring jet. When the hatch was opened, the personnel who had just walked out could hear the sound of stone and sand particles scraping against the outer shell of the shuttle.
Pulling down his sunglasses, the person began to use the auxiliary AI connected to the sunglasses to analyze the locations recorded in history.
There are 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 Red Pottery Star Region. Four hundred years ago, the main force of the Federation's "Red Blood Dragon" class battleship was produced here. The power of the central axis main gun is far superior to the "Odysseus" class battleship and the "Lyra Dragon" class battleship of the same period. It's just that the "Red Blood Dragon" class battleship has a slow speed and a long shooting cooldown interval, so it didn't replace the two.
This situation did not happen until the appearance of the sixth generation "Sigh Dragon" class battleship, which was equal to the "Red Blood Dragon" class battleship in main gun power, and the shooting interval of the Sigh Dragon class was also shorter than that of the "Red Blood Dragon" class. The firepower advantage formed in this way gradually helped Aimulalin's side win the civil war.
Today's seventh-generation 'Brass Dragon' class battleships have a much stronger protective armor, and the new curvature engine enables them to travel faster than light. It used to take six months to reach the western star field from the central star field, but now it only takes two months.
"Found it!" The personnel who were 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 filled with yellow sand. They set up tents along the back of the collapsed building ruins. Then a giant machine about 100 meters high slowly started in the wind and sand and began to dig the soil and gravel in the ruins.
"Speed up the progress! Plan the area and depth as soon as possible. Two giant excavators will be dispatched tomorrow."
"No problem!" The members below stepped forward to answer.
Four days later, a huge pit about 600 meters wide appeared in the windy and sandy wilderness. Several giant excavators were parked around it. Standing on the edge of this wide black pit, a group of people carefully looked at the endless darkness below.
"How deep is it here?"
"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 underground."
"In order to prevent this place from being used again, the federal officials blew up and buried such military factories in the forty years after the end of 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. Moreover, the transfer and lifting device at the bottom of the workshop is good. If it is started, it should be able to send it directly to the ground. This was originally a means prepared for the transfer of production lines during the war, but it was not used at the time."
"That's our goal. Who of you is willing to go down and start the lifting device inside." The slightly fat middle-aged man spoke. They were originally an ordinary mining and prospecting company in the western star field. They didn't expect to be entrusted with such an important task this time.
"Boss, the radiation index shown here..." The worker pointed to the instrument in his hand. The data on it showed that if he went down in this state, it would be almost impossible to come out alive.
"There are several more layers of protective equipment available. There is not enough time to order special equipment temporarily." The middle-aged man explained.
"It's too late, too late, it's our lives to go down." The worker on the side objected.
"I will increase your salary by three times. As long as you go down and start the device, I will give you 300,000 federal coins each." The middle-aged man spoke again.
"You know, now is the most critical moment. All the hopes of the Western Star Region are on us..." He was ready to appeal to emotion and reason.
"No." Several workers still refused. They were not newcomers. In this situation, as long as they went down, they would inevitably have serious sequelae.
"You...Okay, I'll add a part, 500,000 federal coins per person." The middle-aged man thought that this number was high enough, especially for workers in such remote and barren places. This number usually takes ten years to get.
Seeing this, several workers hesitated. Although it was indeed dangerous to go down, if they wore more protective clothing, there might not be serious consequences.
"You should get the contract agreement first." A worker said.
"No problem." Hearing that they finally agreed, the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. This project is very urgent, and the decision given by the higher-ups must be completed. However, there are very few teams with experience and familiarity with the local environment, so they came to them.
Seeing that the middle-aged man agreed, several people felt a little regretful, and wondered if they agreed too simply.
"We want 700,000." They tried to speak again.
"This..." 700,000 is not impossible to give, but the middle-aged man is afraid that they will keep asking.
"It can be considered, but only 400,000 in advance, and then 300,000 if it succeeds." He explained.
"No, you must give 700,000 before going down." Several workers also became persistent.
After that, the two sides quarreled for a few more sentences. Seeing that time was urgent, and afraid that these people really didn't want to do it, the middle-aged man could only wipe his forehead and agree to their request.
"It can be 700,000, but this must be the last price increase. We will sign the contract immediately."
Soon, several special contract documents were printed out, and then connected to the Internet and notarized.
Several workers took the document, flipped through the items on it, and frowned. Although the middle-aged man agreed, they had seen many bosses who cheated and refused to pay afterwards. For such professional documents, they really couldn't tell the traps in it. If the middle-aged man regretted it later and asked for the money to be returned with various items, they didn't know what to do.
With uneasiness and hesitation, several people slowly put on protective clothing, and the radiation indicator on the side still issued a warning sound.
Can I really come back alive this time? The joy of earning 700,000 was also 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 the man's collar.
"You must turn on the video camera, broadcast live to everyone, and tell everyone your promise. You promised us that as long as we start the device below, you will give us 700,000 federal coins. You will never break your promise!" He no longer cared about his dignity. He grabbed the manager's collar and demanded that the video be broadcast globally. He did not believe in guarantees and contracts. His face was full of blood, tears and struggle, because this was what he exchanged for his life.
"I..." The middle-aged man was a little breathless with his collar being tightly grasped. He looked at the red-eared and emotional workers in front of him, 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 start the underground device, I will give you 700,000 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 the huge machine slowly rising from the soil through the live broadcast room. It was majestic and full of 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 extinguished.
Watching this scene, the people beside the giant pit were silent. They silently took off their hats and bowed to apologize.
(End of this chapter)
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