Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva

Red robes fluttered, and in the dark crowd, red and black flags were flying high across the street. The flags had red volcano emblems and black banners. Soldiers lined up in full gear and stood straight. They formed straight black walls on both sides of the street, isolating the inside and outside. In the middle of the street, priests in bright red robes stepped forward. They were all members of the Red Death Cult, with strength above Sequence 4, and there were many elites of Sequence 6.

Looking down from the sky, it was like a bright red long belt suddenly appeared in the mixed and mottled colors. It slowly moved forward like a river and stepped into the ancient city where huge trees stood.

This is the planet where the World Tree of the Twin Trees star field lives, the hometown of Isanissa, the Flower of Golden Flame, and the former capital of the Rose Federation. The two huge World Trees that covered the sky on the planet supported the ecosystem of the planet. They were almost the symbol of the Federation in the past, and the witness of the friendship between humans and elves.

Facing the army that came to capture the White Rose Harp Isanissa, the natives on the planet showed extremely suppressed silence, like the silence before the storm. At this time, rows of autonomous units carrying weapons slowly flew across the sky. They followed the team forward, and the observation devices on the autonomous units also monitored everything on the earth, ready to deal with possible riots at any time.

Even within the faction that supports the Volcano Queen Pulinkoko, it takes great courage to be the first group of people to descend on the World Tree. Everyone knows that it is the base camp of the elves in the Federation and is also occupied by the oldest elf family. If they knew that the White Rose Harp Ewen Qilin was hiding here before the coup, the coup would only be delayed and would not be implemented at all.

But the arrow has to be shot, and it is too late to give up now. Once something is done, there is no way back. Giving up halfway is equivalent to surrendering.

The only thing to be thankful for is that ‘White Rose Harp’ Ewen Qilin is not a pure-blooded elf. Although the Landsworth family she was born into has a close relationship with the elves, it is not a core family in the elf faction. If the one to be captured today is ‘Silver Sky Snow’ Orles, then the troops deployed will be more than these. At least millions of fully armed ground combat troops are needed to ensure that the force that can break through the obstacles during the capture process is guaranteed.

Whether to save ‘White Rose Harp’ Ewen Qilin, the elves are also somewhat hesitant and wavering at this moment. Now they are at a disadvantage. If they must fight, they will inevitably sacrifice a lot. More importantly, ‘Silver Sky Snow’ Orles is still alive. If Orles really died in the civil war 7 years ago, then the elves have no choice but to save Ewen Qilin, who is the closest to the Sunday-level singer.

The elves have lived on this planet for thousands of years. Most of them did not experience the darkness of the Fifth Era, but were the survivors of the bright Fourth Era. Because of the rise of Isanissa, they directly transitioned to the Sixth Era. This is certainly a kind of luck, allowing the elves to maintain their heritage and vitality, but the disadvantage is that they lack the iron-blooded spirit of the human faction that is desperate and goes against the current.

The long lifespan gives them more choices, makes them patient, and does not have to deliberately pursue immediate interests. The distance from the end of their lifespan also makes them cherish life more. These are excellent qualities in peacetime. The elves have always had a good reputation in the Federation, but in the era of rapid historical changes, the elves' actions are far less decisive than those of humans.

They had failed to take sides once in the civil war four hundred years ago. Since then, the power of the highest level of the Federation began to slip from the hands of the elves. Emuralin's decree to move the capital made the political center of the Federation out of the control of the elves. If it were not for the influence of the "Golden Flame Flower" Isanissa, the elves would have been completely excluded from the political core of the Federation four hundred years ago.

The elves, with less than 1% of the population, occupy nearly 20% of the core resources of the Federation, which is the root of all these conflicts.

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"The flame is advancing!"

"The laws of the Federation are unstoppable!"

"This is the firewood to ignite the future!"

The red and black flags were raised high, like long spears in formation, breaking through the waves in the sea of ​​people.

Behind the black human wall, the original residents of the "World Tree" star watched this scene silently, some with fear in their eyes, some with anxiety, some with hatred, and some with pain and repression.

Gradually, the crowd began to change. Some retreated step by step with uneasiness, some crowded forward, and some stood there at a loss, with a kind of misunderstanding of reality. Isn't this the Rose Federation? Isn't it a peaceful and prosperous era since the Sixth Era? Why did all this happen?

Poverty and suffering have nothing to do with this planet. This inhabited planet has always been a beautiful planet in the Federation. Many buildings and trees from the early Fourth Era are still standing. Richness and beauty have always been synonymous with this place.

Facing the army that stepped into the core area of ​​the World Tree step by step, fierce roars finally broke out in the crowd.

"They are desecrating the resting place of Her Highness Isenissa. They are traitors of the Federation!" This voice broke the silence, like a thunder.

Then the crowd became chaotic, and people kept pushing forward and squeezing, trying to cut off the advancing team. Various roars and shouts spread among the crowd, as if the quiet lake surface suddenly turned into a boiling pot, and countless boiling oil droplets exploded.

In the sky, the autonomous units that were originally flying in rows now all dispersed. The high-speed cameras below them were turned on, and while rotating rapidly, they locked onto the radicals in the crowd below. After being assigned and aimed by the high-level AI connected to the network, tiny anesthetic bullets were quickly fired from the built-in barrels.

Like mosquito bites, these tiny ammunition passed through the air, penetrated into the necks or skin of the protesters, and disappeared.

Soon, a heavy dizziness came over them, making them stand unsteadily, and they fell to the ground with unbalanced hands and feet, and fainted.

Ding, ding, ding...

The dense shooting sound continued to sound in the sky. The autonomous units that kept flying and adjusting their vision and angles were like mosquitoes all over the sky, anesthetizing the ordinary people with low strength below.

However, there were also high-level extraordinary people that these autonomous units could not deal with. Their overflowing magic formed a standard isolation shield on the outside of their bodies, making the anesthetic bullets with weak penetration like hitting a steel plate, making a crisp cracking and collision sound.

Chaotic air currents blew up in the area at the foot of the World Tree, like a heavy hammer hitting the autonomous units in the sky, causing them to collide with each other and burst into broken sparks. After that, the air currents became more and more violent, like a huge tornado rising from the ground, engulfing all the small machines suspended in the air and crushing each other.

In the strong wind, hundreds of warriors in red clothes quickly passed through the chaotic crowd. They were fully armed, and the circular goggles covering their eyes accurately marked the targets in the crowd for them. Then the lightsabers they drew out ignited in their hands, and the sharp and hot blades rushed out with a buzzing sound. As they swung, they penetrated the people who interfered with the scene on the spot.

In an extraordinary moment, there is an extraordinary action. It is not the style of a winner to show mercy at this time.

The first bleeding life fell heavily to the ground, his body was burnt, and black and red blood flowed on the ground. Followed by more shouting and screaming, many people who rashly made trouble and were not mentally prepared looked at this scene in horror.

They never thought that their protest and disturbance would be attacked. They thought that it would be nothing more than anesthesia and dispersal. Could anyone really dare to shoot here?

"This is... the hometown of Her Highness Isanissa..." He covered his wound on his abdomen and fell down slowly with astonishment and confusion.

When someone died at the scene, the ordinary people who had gathered finally realized that something was wrong. They began to flee in panic and never dared to approach the team moving forward.

The hurried footsteps spread on the ground, and trampling was endless. The panic spread rapidly among the crowd. Even if there were many people who were unaware of the situation in the back, they hurriedly followed and ran after seeing this scene.

Faced with such a situation, the originally extremely nervous combatants also breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, the scene not long ago was not only depressing for the audience at the scene, but also for them. Once the hundreds of thousands of people at the scene rioted, with their current military strength, they might really be overwhelmed and the action aborted.

Fortunately, these local residents who had been living in comfort for a long time did not have the belief of fighting to the death, nor did they have enough people to organize and guide them behind the scenes. They simply behaved in a disorderly manner according to their emotions.

The road ahead was suddenly clear at this moment. Facing this brief gap, the high-level officers of the landing operation decisively ordered the combat team to advance at full speed to block and occupy the core streets and areas of the "World Tree" residential planet.

Troop carriers and shuttles swarmed through the shade of the trees under the world tree and entered it. Every time they arrived at a place, these units jumped out of a team of soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor. They built blocking facilities on the spot to control and block this area.

On the radar screen, the orange-yellow light spots symbolizing the troop carrier units advanced one by one, and then sprinkled countless light red dots. They gradually dyed the turquoise map into a fiery red.

Outside the planet, inside the magnificent starship, the commanding general stared at this scene closely, and his wrists finally loosened a little.

At least everything is still under control for now.

"The song festivals sent a communication, indicating that each node has been completed." The adjutant on the side reminded with a nervous mood.

"I know." The general took a deep breath.

"Deploy the last batch of combat forces and let the ground teams start preparing."

"Yes."

On the planet, when those fully armed soldiers poured into the core area of ​​the World Tree, they finally aroused the anger of some elf factions that had lived here for a long time, and fighting and conflict began to break out.

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The emerald fireflies shuttled between the magnificent canopy and shade of the World Tree, and then showed their figures in an instant. Behind these petite figures were transparent wings similar to dragonflies and cicadas. When the wings flew through the sunlight in the forest, they reflected a faint rainbow halo.

After a certain node, their flying speed suddenly increased, and the whole figure became blurred like a phantom. In the end, only the remaining emerald firefly tracks could be seen in the shade of the forest.

These emerald figures passed through the sky and the ground like an invisible wind, and then in every corner they passed, many autonomous units shattered and crashed, the soldiers' eyes went black, and then they fell to the ground, and the exoskeleton armor on their bodies also shattered into pieces.

In ancient myths and legends, fairies and elves lived together under the world tree, and this planet was also the only world in the Federation where the fairies gathered. They followed the ancient covenant and guarded the world tree. This was also their natural paradise.

As the last masterpiece of the ‘Sun of the Wings of God’, the fairies have speed and reaction ability far beyond other races, and their bodies are extremely adapted to the natural sequence. If it weren’t for the difficulty of their birth and growth, they might be the best fighting race in the Federation, although they are not violent by nature, but love a quiet and comfortable life.

Faced with the blowing of the fairy wind, the team entering the World Tree field encountered great resistance, and many nodes began to lose contact on the radar. Even with the support of the elite members of the ‘Red Death Cult’, they could not stop these figures like flowing light.

Inspired by such a scene, more and more elf factions entrenched under the World Tree began to take action. They also descended from the high tree canopy, waving their emerald and shining wings, rushing into the battlefield below, hindering those teams entering the holy land.

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The golden rapier picked up broken flowers in the air, and then collided with the red lightsaber, bursting out dazzling sparks, the sword body retreated rapidly, and then stabbed out again, like a dazzling kaleidoscope, making it difficult to see the trajectory.

The metal rapier pierced through the robe and inner armor, piercing a tiny blood flower on the opponent's body. Then the red warrior on the opposite side began to stand unsteadily, and he felt a tingling sensation spreading along the wound to his whole body.

"The sword is poisonous. You are from the 'Golden Thorn Poison' faction..." He covered the wound and burned the wound and surrounding tissues with high temperature, trying to forcibly prevent the spread of the poison.

"That's right." The opponent retracted the rapier, rolled back, and then stood lightly on the branch, revealing the pointed ears under the golden hair.

"You 'Red Death Cult' are still as useless as before." The opponent's words were mocking and contemptuous.

Forced to stand up, the red warrior took out a special potion from his pocket and drank it, then stared at the opponent with his eyes as fierce as fire, and held the lightsaber horizontally in front of him again.

"It's not your turn, a guy with pointed ears, to judge us. You always know how to lie on the merit book and be a waste!" He spit out a mouthful of black blood, and then rushed forward again.

The lightsaber in his hand burst into flames, and then he leaped up quickly, as if a red hyena afterimage flashed across his legs. Then he used the branches hanging around to ricochet forward, approaching with a flexible movement trajectory that surprised the opponent.

The golden rapier swung again, and the tiny golden sword flowers collided with the violently burning lightsaber. After several rounds, the red warrior had more than a dozen bloody wounds on his body, and the red clothes on his body were also stained dark red and almost black by the burnt blood.

However, the opponent was not much better. The golden rapier was now covered with burnt and broken teeth marks, as if it would break at any time, and the elf also had a half-meter-long black and red gap on his shoulder, which was still emitting a faint green smoke.

After being injured, the elf gasped heavily. He paused for 1 second, and then rushed out again. The golden rapier with a strange trajectory instantly pierced the red warrior's heart, and white hot air came out from the broken blade, and then it was pulled back suddenly, bringing a dark red blood flow.

The body had long been soaked in poison and could not feel the pain. The red-clothed warrior fell heavily to the ground. He still tried to struggle, but at this time he could only twist and wriggle a little on the ground.

We are the red-clothed angels of death, the flames that are always advancing...

Four hundred years ago, when Emuralin launched the reform, the 'Red Death Cult' joined it with the most resolute attitude, and defeated the 'Holy Blue Cross Cult' in a tyrannical way in the civil war. That incident made the extraordinary faction bear the infamy of cruelty and tyranny, but countless people also believed that this was the flame necessary to reform the world.

In the sky covered by the world tree, the red glow slowly descended, and the flame like the world's first tear slowly descended from the sky, tearing open the calm and blue sky, revealing the darkness and distance of outer space.

Above this vast and endless starry sky, countless hot red silk threads descended, they were densely layered and climbed up step by step, like red lotus, and like a brilliant sunset.

The red sun crown slowly looked at this world.