Chapter 601: Changes in the Sky
The golden light spread across the galaxy. The light that could not be looked at directly penetrated all barriers, armor, and seemed to reach the deepest part of the soul. Facing the gaze of such a great will, many soldiers and officers of the Fifth Fleet collapsed on the spot. It seemed to tell you with the most indestructible facts that everything you did was wrong and irreversible.
When the beautiful sun crown shone, invisible golden ripples spread, and the entire star system also set off a vast solar wind. High-energy particles continued to wash the starships of the Fifth Fleet, and green smoke rose. Various components in the starships malfunctioned, and the barrier force field that originally covered the entire fleet quickly dissipated.
The Fifth Fleet, which originally had the upper hand, fell into an extremely dangerous situation in an instant. Without the interference and protection of the force field, many starships were directly exposed to the enemy's artillery fire, and the crew on the ships fell into coma and dizziness due to the mental suppression of the Sun-level singers. They were confused and difficult to operate.
In response, the commanders of the Fifth Fleet quickly issued a retreat order, but even so, many starships crashed and exploded before they could leave the Hemu Star Region, turning into dust and scrap metal in the universe.
On August 14, 1259, the Fifth Fleet of the Rose Federation was defeated in the Hemu Star Region, and about 60% of the starships were lost in the Hemu Star Region. The withdrawn fleet also suffered heavy casualties, and most of them were on the verge of being scrapped. For a long time, the Fifth Fleet would not be able to be deployed to the battlefield, and many people also suffered extremely serious psychological trauma after this battle.
The magnificent crown rising between the galaxies was brilliant and beautiful. Even if the federal officials wanted to conceal the news, the news of the rise of the new sun crown was like a huge wave that crushed the earth, sweeping across the entire galaxy. Whether it was the most remote star region of the federation or the most prosperous and luxurious mansion in the center, it made people sleep all night.
More than a thousand years ago, the "Flower of Golden Flame" Isainessa used her strong personal charm and strength to unite the scattered forces in the star sea and established the Federation. Even after a thousand years, her name, her feat, and her will are still remembered and believed by countless people. It can be said that the most ideal image of a singer in everyone's mind is Isainessa, and she also represents the absolute orthodoxy and righteousness of this country.
But now, when dealing with and suppressing the rebellion, the Federation, which claims to be the orthodox and highest authority, not only did not win despite its huge advantage, but even the other side gave birth to a brand new Sunday-level singer. Such news is the most ruthless ridicule and blow to the Federation, which still does not have a Sunday-level singer, because it denies the authority of the entire Central Council and the orthodoxy it has always held in the most irrefutable and impactful way.
Countless citizens of the Federation with faith questioned the current Central Council, and the parliamentarians, whose dignity was swept away, could not save the situation even if they made more explanations.
Protests, marches, flag burning, assassinations of notorious officials, society gradually became turbulent, and the accumulated resentment and dissatisfaction began to burst out, and this situation was like a dam that collapsed step by step before a flood, gradually getting out of control.
"Let those shameless and incompetent congressmen step down!"
"This is the greatest shame in the history of the Federation!"
"What exactly caused the Federation to not have a Sunday-level singer in the past hundred years?"
"The most greedy and cowardly people hold power, and they can only hide behind the scenes and rule with conspiracy and deception."
"This is the revelation of Isanisha, this is the declaration of doomsday!"
"I have had enough of this rotten and smelly world."
"They must die to atone for their sins!"
"Liar! Villain! Die!"
"Let's burn everything to ashes!"
On the central street, black military police lined up in rows, holding shields and leaning against sturdy armored vehicles, blocking the surging people.
The situation is getting worse every minute. Every hour, new regions are launching marches and protests. Every day, worse news comes from various star regions. Even though the Federal Central Council still has five powerful fleets, there is no sense of security at the moment.
In the fortress city of the Crown Star Region, a discussion meeting that is not open to the public is being held, and all present are at the top of the federal power structure.
"We must stabilize the situation. We don't have much time left." A stern-faced congressman spoke in a deep voice.
Today's meeting was not as noisy as in the past. It was particularly quiet and depressing. Everyone was racking their brains to think of a solution.
"How about letting the army suppress and stabilize the situation?" A thin congressman asked in a low voice.
"Oh, this is simply the worst and stupidest way." Another congressman present directly denied it.
"If we are still 80% sure of controlling the army now, I'm afraid we won't even have 30% of the confidence after your order is issued."
"Do you think we are suppressing the rebellion? Now the core base of the federation is opposing. If the army is asked to suppress it, it will only intensify the conflict. If one of the officers is slightly shaken and turns against us, can you imagine such a horrible scene? The entire army will rebel like falling dominoes, because we have lost the foundation of our rule."
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Then several more congressmen proposed ideas, but in the current extremely bad situation, there is no feasibility and no hope.
"This is not okay, that is not okay, do we all have to resign?" One of the congressmen vented his nervous and suppressed emotions.
"No, no, no, do you really think that resigning will be the end?" One of the congressmen laughed gloomily.
"Do you really think it will be the same as before, with you and me being good? Impossible."
"The next congressmen and officials, their fastest, simplest and most popular policy is to liquidate us, arrest us one by one and send us to the prison of the Tribunal to be hanged. This will not only make the people feel relieved, greatly ease the contradictions, add merit to themselves, but also plunder everything we have."
"Think about what will happen to your family and children. Giving up power at this time is equivalent to dying."
"Even if you want to step down, you must leave enough people to occupy key positions, and you must not let go of all of them." After saying this, the congressman slowly sat down.
"But even if I step down and give up my position, I'm afraid it will be difficult to solve the current situation. I must also use other things to divert attention."
"Although Blanche was promoted to a Sunday-level singer, her process was very abnormal and very inconsistent with the singers recorded in history. We can guess that although she temporarily raised the Sun Crown, there must be many flaws in it, and it will be difficult to last."
"So?" Others looked at the congressman.
"I think we should also learn from Blanche's methods in the Western Star Region and give birth to a new Sunday-level singer. This will greatly enhance our confidence and also respond to the most serious orthodoxy problem at present."
"After we also have a Sunday-level singer to stabilize the situation, we can start to fight back and criticize Blanche for using extremely bad and coercive methods to force the residents of the Western Star Region to believe in her, so as to create intimidation and make the residents of the Federation feel disgusted and fearful of the 'Rose King Court' and ensure the stability of the people."
Listening to the description of this congressman, many people have begun to imagine such a scene and free themselves from the current tense and stressful environment.
"Let's do it!" Someone started slapping the table.
"Pa pa pa pa pa--" The continuous and deafening slapping sounded in the conference hall, and everyone agreed with this plan.
"Okay, okay, now our question is which singer should we choose as the candidate?"
The discussion did not last too long, because everyone already had a vague candidate in their minds. The ice elf singer who grew up in the Central Star Region and whom they were familiar with and very confident about was almost an inevitable choice.
"'Silver Snow' Orlesi, there won't be a better candidate than her."
"I have liked this girl for ten years."
"Her family, her relatives, everything she is familiar with is in the Central Star Region, and she must be the most loyal singer."
"I don't think you will choose anyone else. The singers from those local star regions all have ways to retreat. They will not be on the same page with us."
"Especially 'Wind Calyx Fruit' Shui Yanqing, the mere existence of this singer will cause controversy."
"It seems that everyone has made a choice, so let's start."
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On August 19, about one-third of the members of the Federal Central Parliament announced their resignation, apologized for a series of previous wrong policies, and said that this was a regret in life.
After that, the remaining members of the Central Parliament, while criticizing the mistakes made by the resigned members, promised the public that they would thoroughly clean up the corruption and wealth gap problems that have accumulated in the Federation for many years, and expressed that they would fully support the country's existing singers, strive to create a more fair and clear environment, boost the economy, and negotiate a ceasefire agreement with the 'Rose King'.
On August 21, Silver Snow Orles was invited to attend the official ceremony of the Federation to award the Moon-class singer. In order to make up for the past lack of attention to the singer, the Central Council decided to promote her for free on the public channels of various star regions, and issued a notice that the entire Federation would have a day off on August 23 to celebrate the promotion of this beautiful elf girl.
In addition to the official support policy, in fact, all star regions in the central Federation have been tirelessly promoting Silver Snow Orles, about her life, her performance videos, her song albums, her interviews, her vision for the future, her small shows, etc. Such a scale and momentum is rare in history.
So far, Silver Snow Orles's popularity and reputation have begun to soar in the Federation, far surpassing other singers. The government even began to indulge some small media, allowing them to exaggerate Orles's strength and influence in their publicity, saying that she is about to reach the edge of the Sunday-class singer and is comparable to Blanche.
The situation was still unstable and conflicts continued, but compared to a week ago, at least it did not continue to deteriorate. Then the Central Council proposed various new policies for the federal residents to vote on, such as the allocation of financial investment in various departments and projects in the next year, whether to give more to the education field, the medical field, or the elderly support for poor areas.
These issues triggered arguments within the protest group, and the spearhead originally aimed at the Central Council began to turn inward and split.
The situation gradually stabilized. Although there were still various protest marches, the scale and degree of unity were gradually not as good as before.
In the auditorium of the Golden Flame Flower Academy, Orles stood on the high platform in a gorgeous dress. She wore a small and exquisite silver crown on her head, and a silver ribbon on her body. The long skirt below was like an inverted silver-blue tulip, with layers of floral decorations on it. Under the light, it reflected a little starlight.
At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, pressed her hands lightly on her chest and sang softly. In front of her and in the audience were girls carefully selected from various star regions. They all practiced the secret arts related to singing girls, and were above Sequence 6. They were geniuses from various places. At this moment, these girls were wearing the same silver-blue dress, wearing snow-colored gauze on their heads, and clasping their hands together. Whenever Orles sang a line, they followed the chorus. The sound was like cascading waves, echoing in the dome.
Since Blanche was unscrupulously expanding her ability and influence as a singing girl, the Federal Central Council would no longer hide it. Almost every day, thousands of talented girls from various star regions were sent to the Academy City. Many of them had a musical foundation and had learned the secret arts books related to singing girls. Now their duty was to serve as the fulcrum of Orles, the singing girl, to spread the influence and ability of this singing girl.
Compared with the barren and backward western star region, the central star region with a developed economy and many higher education institutions could find more suitable personnel in a short time. They were more talented, stronger, and more numerous.
The holy singing echoed in the venue, and the light silver halo also lit up from Orlesi's body and spread throughout the venue. Their spiritual consciousness gradually approached and resonated. The sound of the chorus was like the waves of blooming silver lotus, which continued to spread.
At the same time, in the corner of the Corolla Star Region.
The dark silver huge humanoid weapon continued to accelerate, and a strange and whistling wind sounded across the sky. The four-leaf diamond-shaped wings on its back were spreading with a gradual red light, cutting through the atmosphere, giving this large weapon unimaginable flexibility.
It kept turning, flying, and diving in the sky, and various difficult combat actions were displayed in an extremely smooth and silky form. Finally, the mecha dived across the surface, slowed down under the push of the jet port in front of the shoulder, and slowly landed on the ground.
Half a minute later, the rear hatch of the mecha opened, and a girl walked out, took off the dark golden helmet, and shook it slightly, revealing her soft long hair.
Tilan stood on the extended high-altitude bridge, looked back at the mecha that had been turned off, then jumped off the bridge abutment that was tens of meters high and walked into the building hall next to it.
Soon after entering, she was surrounded by a group of researchers and medical staff, and then sat on the test bench in the laboratory to undergo a physical examination.
"All indicators are within the normal range." After a few minutes, she stood up and the staff next to her reported to her.
"You are indeed a treasure given by the gods, Hecate." The researcher wearing glasses next to her put down the recording board.
"Okay, Professor Xia Mu, you don't have to praise me like this every day." Tilan looked around the laboratory, found the water dispenser in the corner, and drank some water.
"Is there any progress in the research?"
"I have seen some clues at present, but it will take a lot of time to combine the technologies of the two companies well." The professor pushed his glasses. He looked to be in his 30s and was the top researcher in the institute. He was currently a spiritual sub-sequence 7.
"Dark Silver has great tolerance to space twisting and oscillation, allowing the mecha to shuttle between space cracks very quickly. When applied to the battlefield, it can flash continuously, launch attacks and dodge. Such ability is simply overwhelming for ordinary mechas." "
But the energy consumption is too high. Ordinary mechas can't support a few space shuttles and will fall apart." Tilan complained a little. The current concept is indeed very good, but it is not easy to realize.
"This is the case in the experimental stage. Don't consider the cost too much, as long as you achieve the target effect. As for reducing costs and producing on a production line, that is something the company considers." Professor Xia Mu took out the pen from his collar, then pointed it at the wall and projected the blueprint data of the current mecha.
"The goal of our institute is to develop the most elite and specialized ace mechas. If it is only for the purpose of killing data in war, then there is no need for it at all."
"As an ace mecha, its role is not to kill a few more ordinary enemies, but for greater strategic goals, such as various surprise attacks, shuttling through fierce battlefields to complete special tasks, rescuing key people from crises, etc."
The two talked a lot, and other researchers in the laboratory occasionally interjected a few words.
"I heard that there are protests and demonstrations all over the Central Star Region now, and you guys never seem to care." Tilan thought of the shocking news she had recently learned.
"Oh, you mean the Western Star Region? Indeed, we don't care much about it. It's too far away." Xia Mu picked up the coffee and answered absent-mindedly while looking at the data.
"The defense system of the Crown Star Region is far more powerful than the outside world speculates. There are no less than six "imitation god machines" sleeping in the fortress city. They were all weapons used to "kill gods" back then. Just one Sunday-level singer is not enough to threaten this place. During the civil war, the losing side did not have Sunday-level singers."
"But as you said, the current Federation problem is indeed not small, but I am just a person who studies mechas. Caring about this will not change anything. Those political matters are taken care of by big people."
Tilan thought about it after hearing this, and asked curiously: "If the fleet of the Western Star Region hits the Central Star Region, will the third fleet of the Crown Star Region be dispatched?"
"No." Xia Mu did not turn his eyes away, and answered almost subconsciously.
"I know the military well. I have been in the Third Fleet before. They will not leave the Corona Star Region. Not only does this place hold the secrets of the Federation's inheritance, but the remains of Her Highness Emuralin, the 'Cobalt Tears', are also preserved in the deepest part of the Fortress City. The Third Fleet, which was rebuilt and endowed with spiritual beliefs by the 'Cobalt Tears', will not abandon this place."
"If the day of the decisive battle really comes, the entire Fortress City planet will act together with the Third Fleet, and the final weapon in the Fortress City will also be activated. I don't know what it is specifically, but according to various rumors, this should be the legacy left by the Mechanical Council in the Transcendent Era."
"Is that so..." Tilan looked at the star map projected on the wall screen.
"The Federation is still strong."
This strength is the cornerstone of stability, but also the shackles that restrict reform. Even those high-level people with vested interests can hardly shake the framework of this powerful political system. All they can do is to be a termite, clinging to this giant whale and eating its flesh and corpse.
(End of this chapter)
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