Chapter 741 The Black Book of Prophecy
The rustling sound of pages flipping, the interior of the tall auditorium was like a thousand books flipping at the same time, the sound of wind and paper pages playing together.
In the middle of the auditorium, a beam of light with a holy halo shone down and fell on the gray-blue stone tablet in the middle. The gold-plated words were engraved, shining and flowing, and then the pages flipping in front of the stone tablet also stopped at a certain moment.
The beginning of the book margin, "The year of the promise in 1270 of the Sixth Era",
seemed to be burning with golden flames, and then turned into plain black handwriting, and then lines of words that were also burning with golden flames appeared below.
"Ancient stars",
"Rotating destiny"
, "Three keys to unlock",
"Flowers that never fade"
, "Definitely bloom in your eyes",
"Winds of the four seasons",
"Please sing for me"
, "Sing the hero who wields the spear of fire"
, "Sing the witch who sank into the deep sea"
, "Sing the three united saints"
, "Sing the steel sonata that has stopped turning"
, "Wake up again and again in the morning sun"
, "Take a hesitant step"
, "Tears and joy interweave into a colorful canvas"
, "Sing the rebirth of life"
...
After each line of handwriting burned with golden flames, it gradually became dim, as if it had been washed away by time, quickly fading and fading, leaving only yellowed handwriting on the page.
The invisible brushstrokes continued to move down, and new silver handwriting emerged, as if various flexible fairies were flying over the handwriting and quickly disappeared.
『This is the chronicle of the world』
『There are songs I want to sing』
『There are hills I want to protect』
『There are roses I want to admire』
『There are wars I want to end』
『This is the black prophecy』
『Played with the mournful cries of seven kingfishers』
『The white kite with wings as pure white as a painting fell from the sky.』
『The flame-feathered bird with orange-red feathers like fire was pierced by a sharp arrow.』
『The bone owl with a body as black as night was crushed by falling rocks.』
『The branch-breaking bird with eyebrows and feathers as dark blue as black shed tears for being abandoned.』
『The sea-crossing bird that pushed away the waves and sailed far away broke its wings for protecting.』
『The golden-core bird that ran towards the scorching sun died of exhaustion.』
『The silver-winged bird with a beautiful silver crown on its head died for singing. 』
『Red and purple are entangled』
『The thorns will eventually become cursed wounds』
『Turned into goiters and weeping spears』
『Beautiful things...ugly things...』
『Wise things...foolish things...』
『Powerful things...weak things...』
『Black and white meteors embrace each other and streak towards the horizon of doom』
『This is the last and first story』
『The song of the end resounds throughout the universe』
……
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On July 30, sad news took off from the Hemu star field like a bird and spread to various star fields.
As the most powerful singer in the Rose Federation, Blanche, the 'Ten-pointed Sun', passed away in the hall of the Rose Palace.
This singer was like a bright sun across the sky, illuminating the land on the west side. Her achievements were remembered by the residents of the entire western star region.
After receiving this news, people from all walks of life in the Rose Federation were in disbelief, but soon after the Golden Flame Flower Cathedral officially announced the obituary, so all major star regions and star fields lowered their flags and held a mourning ceremony. This was the largest mourning event for the singer since the "Cobalt Tears" Amy Larin.
Many people were puzzled about Blanche's departure. After all, she was too young and far from the point of aging and death. However, the specific reason was kept secret by the upper echelons of the Western Star Region. They only explained that Blanche was ill from overwork, and before her death, Blanche also had a premonition and gave many speeches and arrangements, so that after her departure, the Western Star Region continued to operate stably and did not collapse immediately.
On August 5, a grand memorial ceremony was held in the Hemu Star Region. At the ceremony, the young singer of the Western Star Region, 'Topaz Lycoris' Arosa, held the glass box of Blanche's ashes in her hands. A group of singers protected it and placed it in the Golden Mang Hall, which was built for the soldiers who died in the Civil War of the Federation ten years ago. Now Blanche is buried in the coffin box in the middle of the hall.
The entire ceremony process was broadcast live or rebroadcast on all the space stations in the Western Star Region and even on distant starships. Trillions of residents mourned and watched at the same time, and the sound of crying never stopped.
Even after the mourning ceremony ended, many people still couldn't believe that the young and powerful Sunday-level singer would die so early. More people believed that this was because Blanche had left an incurable hidden injury in the battle ten years ago, but in order not to affect the development of the Western Star Region, it has not been announced to the public over the years.
This statement was quickly recognized by people from all walks of life. After all, Blanche's speed of advancement was too bizarre, far exceeding previous records. If it was without cost, it would be puzzling. However, many people did not know what secret technique could allow the singer to advance so quickly. This has become a secret that some people are eager to know.
After Blanche passed away, the ten-year-old singer 'Topaz Lycoris' Arosa took her place. According to Blanche's arrangement, there are now three forces surrounding Arosa to provide protection for her until she can really rule.
The first party is the 'Houwang Court' composed of representatives from various star regions in the Western Star Region. They represent the local forces of each star region.
The second party is the "Leading Court", which is composed of officers from the Western Star Region. They represent the will of each fleet.
The third party is the "Holy Court", which is composed of priests and singers of the cult. They are headed by the "Seven Virtues" and support a new generation of singers.
Considering the different strengths of the three parties, more than half of the guards on Arosa's side are from the cult, used to check and balance the overly powerful "Prince Court". After all, for the "Holy Court", Arosa is alive and they have a foothold, and their expansion of influence also requires Arosa's cooperation.
As for the "Leading Court", Blanche made careful personnel arrangements before her death to ensure that the entire upper level and most of the middle level are loyal people. With their support for Arosa, they can suppress the many noises and uneasy people in the Western Star Region. However, these people will eventually age and be replaced. About 20 years later, Arosa will have to arrange reliable personnel to take over.
"It's time to study, Her Highness Arosa."
In the white palace decorated with bright yellow cloth, a dozen maids surrounded the girl in the middle and took her to a quiet side hall, where a special teacher was waiting.
"Good morning, Teacher Musen." The girl lifted her small skirt lightly, saluted in a standard posture, and then sat on her bench, straightening her back.
"Good morning, Her Highness Arosa." The old man with a white beard also returned the salute, and then spoke with a kind face.
"Today I will explain to you the history of the founding of the Federation and the various difficulties experienced in this process."
"Thank you~" Arosa replied sweetly. Although the talent of the singer has not been fully mastered, such a childish voice is also charming.
…
"…At the end of the war, the war entered its most difficult period. Although Her Highness Isenissa was strong and determined, she could not stand the fatigue of fighting against multiple dark suns."
"At this critical moment, a hero was born. He drove the legacy excavated from the ancient Mechanical Council at that time, rushed to the powerful dark sun, pierced the majestic sun with a spiral burning flame gun, and ended the most powerful enemy in the Federation's pioneering era."
"What is the name of the hero?" Arosa asked curiously.
"His name is 'Adam Husseus'."
"A name with some religious connotations." Arosa tilted her head and thought.
"Yes, the word Adam refers to the first human in the ancient primitive Earth religion. In fact, many scholars later speculated that the name of the hero has never been found, but in order to make this legend without regrets and better promote it, they artificially added this name to him."
"In other words, his real name has never been known?" Arosa blinked.
"That's right. Heroes are powerful because they are nameless. Heroes without names have no weaknesses and will never be slandered or tarnished." The old man with gray beard said philosophical words.
Unfortunately, such teaching did not satisfy the maids who were listening on one side of the hall.
"Lord Musen, please don't teach Her Highness Arosa something that is too obscure and easily leads to ambiguity."
"Oh, okay, okay, I get it." He waved his hand a little disappointedly.
In the following time, he continued to explain to Arosa the history of the war in that dark age and the development of the Federation until the music for the end of class sounded.
"Oh, it's time so soon. It seems that I have to wait until tomorrow to continue telling the story to little Arosa." Musen raised his eyebrows to tease the girl, and then closed the book.
"Thank you, Mr. Musen, for your teaching." Hearing the end of class, Arosa was a little reluctant, but she quickly adjusted.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Musen packed up his things and waved goodbye to Arosa who was about to leave.
Leaving the study hall, Arosa continued to walk through the corridor under the protection of a group of maids. There were many potted plants on the walls on both sides, including small bright yellow Lycoris, golden sun grass like stars, and a huge half-length portrait of Blanche. Every time Arosa passed by, she would stop for a while.
"Good afternoon, Sister Blanche, Arosa has eaten and studied well today." Then she and the maids went forward again.
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Four-leaf Crystal Star Region, Jade Skirt, South District 1.
Tilan, who had just attended the celebration ceremony of Edes Academy, returned to her residence. It was already afternoon and it was drizzling outside.
The raindrops streaked across the glass, then disappeared, rushing to the unknown distance.
Standing by the window, Tilan held the warm black tea and watched the gathering and dispersion of the raindrops with delicate eyes.
"Dolores." She called her friend's name.
"What's wrong?" Dolores was sitting on the sofa at this moment. She took off her high heels with her hands and then stepped her toes wrapped in black stockings on the carpet.
In the past, this young lady would definitely not do such a rude thing, but now her relationship with Tilan is very close, and there is no need to deliberately maintain her image.
"Do you remember when we were studying at Edes?"
"Yeah, I still remember." Dolores picked up the coffee on the coffee table with her fingers. Compared to tea, she still liked coffee a little more.
"That was really young." Tilan's voice was a little nostalgic, and then she turned around.
"When I first arrived at Edes Academy, I had no idea how to get along with everyone, and I made some exaggerated speeches."
Leaning on the sofa, Dolores looked relaxed and sipped her coffee.
"Does Tilan feel that she was childish in the past? But in my eyes at that time, when Tilan stood on the stage and spoke, she looked glittering, with a bit of pure ideals in her immaturity. I had a good impression of you at that time."
Dolores stood on tiptoe on the carpet, and then stretched out her toes casually. She put down her coffee and wanted to sleep on the sofa. She accompanied Tilan to participate in many activities today and was a little sleepy.
Looking at the unrestrained appearance of the young lady opposite, Tilan wanted to laugh and relax a little. Maybe now she doesn't have to maintain anything as carefully as in the past.
Soon, Dolores leaned on the sofa to take a nap. The black silk dress wrapped around her chest rose and fell slightly, with a lazy and mature beauty.
Looking at Dolores' sleeping face, Tilan couldn't help but compare it with the young lady in her high school days. Although Dolores' temperament was slightly mature at that time, she still retained a hint of the sweetness of a girl. Now her temperament is obviously more generous and lazy.
Time is slowly flowing...
She looked out the window again.
I didn't expect you to leave this world so soon. Maybe when I saw you that day, you were mentally prepared for this, Blanche.
The news of Blanche's death spread throughout the Federation. She was a little hard to accept after hearing it. She might not feel deeply at first, but in the past two months, she always couldn't help feeling a little sad, just like some wine. There is no obvious reaction when drinking, but the feeling will surge up again and again, constantly turning over in her mind.
Those familiar faces in memory are fading away one by one. Blanche has passed away. Although Orles survived, she has lost all her memories of the past, like a newborn child. The former revered senior Ewenkilin is now missing. Although Pulin occasionally contacts her, she is probably going further and further away from her.
When people are young, they are often immersed in the freshness and joy of experiencing the new world, and they don’t realize that the scenery they see at that time may be the only beautiful scenery in their life.
Then as time goes by, one day they suddenly look back and realize that many things, once they are gone, are gone forever, and there is no return ticket like a train.
Although she and Blanche were good friends in school, they rarely had time to spend alone together. Most of the time, they were in a group. It was not until now when she recalled that she realized that she did not really know Blanche.
Every seemingly ordinary person has his or her own story, but many times, no one records it or gives it great meaning. In the end, it is forgotten in the river of time and no longer has a name.
(End of this chapter)
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