CHAPTER 1173: CHAPTER 170: THE ETERNAL AND MIGHTY—SOLAR CROWNS

"What is justice?"

At the center of nearly a hundred thousand Galaxy Battleships, an old and time-worn Titan Class Flagship stood silently. This was not a warship originally in service in the Western Star Domain, but an ancient relic excavated from the collapsed shipyard, thousands of meters underground. It was the most glorious Victory Class Titan Flagship of the Federation from four hundred years ago.

Even using the most advanced technology of the time, this unfinished titan flagship’s armor remained corroded and discolored in patches, appearing as a relic of the ancient past, unable to fire a majestic main cannon blast like other warships, only maintaining the most basic protective barriers, positioned behind rows of Brass Dragon Class Battleships.

Sitting on the bridge of this flagship, Blanchi gazed at the screen with rows of turning red starship markers, slowly closed her eyes, and posed the question once more. Unfortunately, no one on the bridge could perfectly answer this question.

The Fifth Fleet, for the complete unification of the Federation, believed in their absolute righteousness and justice, while the fleets of the Western Star Domain also believed that to gain freedom and dignity was the true justice.

The world is not black and white, and there is no absolute right or wrong. These concepts are merely terminologies invented by humans in the course of evolution; the real, objective universe only follows the laws of physics.

"Since there is no possibility for negotiation, let’s begin." Blanchi leaned back in her chair, bent forward, covering her mouth with one hand; her eyes seemed to shed countless tears, though there was only a slight sobbing sound at this moment.

"Yes, Your Highness Blanchi." On the bridge, the group of generals and priests in white robes kneeled with one knee, responding with equal gravity and excitement.

On the massive screen before them, lines of data flashed by.

[Order confirmed, starting self-check...]

[Synchronization with Aijeika Sea commencing]

[Prelude Level 1376 subsystems checked, beginning sequential connection]

[Chorus Level 452 tier modules constructed, ready for containment]

[Ode Level 27 personas prepared, Artificial Angels in position]

[Self-check complete, ’Throne’ system ready]

In space, within the ’Vortex Wind Field’ formed by tens of thousands of Wind Snake Class Cruisers, the fighter jets from the Fifth Fleet advanced and weaved through. These jets resembled two wings with crossbars in the middle, slender in the center, with large wings and jet outlets on both sides. Such a structure made them extremely agile in turning during flight, constantly dodging the near defense cannon of nearby warships before swiftly skimming over the starship surface, with fluorescent green light shooting from both sides of the jets’ gun barrels. Wherever the light struck, the starship’s armor seemed shredded like tofu and ripped open gaps.

A dazzling orange-red ray pierced through space, hitting the left wing of a jet, causing the entire fuselage to flip over, crashing onto the starship’s surface, erupting into sparks of explosion. Subsequently, the halved jet kept skidding along the starship’s surface until it detached from the armor, becoming abandoned wreckage rolling into the stars.

Such scenes continued happening everywhere, because the main cannon firepower of the Fifth Fleet far surpassed that of the Western Star Domain’s United Fleet, forcing the Western Star Domain’s warships to concentrate all their firepower and defenses to the front, leaving them unable to attend to their sides and the encroaching fighter jets and mecha.

After this group of jets charged through, they began disassembling the warships of the Western Star Domain one by one, sweeping over like dense swarms of bees. Subsequently, the warships were left riddled with fluorescent green scars, breaking apart and exploding in space.

As they gradually approached the rear Star Harbor fortress, streams of unseen crimson light fired from the fortress, with power rivaling the main cannon shots of battleships. Within these deep crimson torrents, many jets turned to ashes and became scorching wreckage, finally slowing the progress of the Fifth Fleet’s assault.

"What is that?"

The commander on the Fifth Fleet’s flagship frowned, watching the footage on one of the screens.

"Currently analyzing using AI to extract data from the database..."

"Analysis complete, its shooting main cannon frequency energy is the same as that of the ’Red Blood Dragon’ Class Battleship’s Axis Main Cannon from years ago, indicating the use of the same technology."

"Recently established fortress main cannon or still using the technology from four hundred years ago." The fleet-commanding general slightly closed his eyes, then raised his hand.

"Order the battleships on the flanks to target those planetary fortresses and destroy them."

"Yes, General."

With superior firepower, the Fifth Fleet redeployed some battleships, swiveling their main cannons, targeting the planetary fortresses behind the enemy lines, charging them up, and seconds later, brilliant incandescent streams crossed the Star River, hitting the space fortress on the planet’s periphery.

Intense fire and explosions engulfed those fortresses, then some wreckage slowly fell into the atmosphere, crashing toward the inhabited planets below, with burning flames igniting the red haze across the sky like a doomsday meteorite.

The once bustling city is no longer busy with traffic at this moment. All the exterior wall screens and TV stations have switched to a unified image, with thousands of residents gathered in the city’s Central Square, in front of TV screens, and at synchronized broadcasts.

The glorious Decamanga Sun mark shines, and beneath, figures in white robes raise their wands adorned with suns and flowers at the head. They emit a faint halo and then as lead singers, begin to sing, their voices echoing throughout every Star Domain in the Western, every city, every region, every household, every display screen, and every listener’s ear.

"You hear thousands calling your name"

"Even if the world’s light devours you unrestrainedly, you must bathe in the wind"

"Yet I cannot understand what you desire to possess"

"Because castles collapse, empires decline, all turns to dust"

"You can become a merciful Angel or fall into the abyss of hatred"

"You can strive to overcome it just like every past negligent mistake"

"Do you understand that what you wish is what I think, worry for your worries and joy for your joys"

"The truth filled with thousands of lies will be torn apart by you"

"No one can escape"

"No one can escape..."

A pale halo spreads from these white-robed lead singers to everyone present; their voices gradually become unified, their wills gradually converge, their spirits gradually connect. This phenomenon occurs in countless cities and countless corners.

As the chanting echoes, across the vast Star River battlefield, within the aged Titan Class flagship, upon the solitary Throne, countless spirits and wills converge here as well.

At the center of Blanchi’s forehead, a thread of light seemed to draw out. Her body twisted as countless spiritual wills were imposed upon her. The almost endless sea of awareness and thoughts bombarded her soul, and she felt as if she could see into the minds of innumerable others, their fears, sorrows, resentments, hopes, and prayers intermingled within.

This mental shock, even with the Throne System aboard the Titan Class flagship reducing and weakening it, nearly caused her to faint. Yet at this moment, she had no retreat, no escape because she must respond to the call and wishes of hundreds of trillions of lives.

Her fingers clutched tightly to the armrests of the Throne. Several white-robed Priests stood by her side, jointly constructing a holy realm to share in the pressure and impact. Many of these Priests were Sequence 7 Transcendents, with six being Angel Possessed members of Sequence 8.

As time ticked by, the victory scale on the battlefield gradually tipped towards the Fifth Fleet, just as they predicted. Even if the entire fleet of the Western Star Domain united, they could not defeat the strong central main fleet.

Finally, as if returning to the light, Blanchi opened her eyes and slowly stood. The thread of light at her brow nearly became substantial, and her entire body, like ripples of water, stirred in waves across the ship’s bridge.

At last, the thread of light contracted, becoming finer and eventually dissipating into invisibility. At that moment, a rolling flaming golden Circle emerged from behind Blanchi’s head and spread layer by layer. It bore patterns of entwining golden roses, flames burning, and many wings spreading within.

In the space battlefield, however, all witnessed another scene.

"That is..." Within the Titan flagship of the Fifth Fleet, generals and commanders gasped at the sight.

As if time stopped at this moment, within the vast and endless dark Star River, strands of golden light converged from all directions, descending from the void, extending slowly from the Aijieka Sea.

These sacred golden strands interwove constantly within the Star River, converging towards the center, climbing section by section, densely layered, closely linked, forming the most exquisite and beautiful creation of the world.

This is the miracle woven by human hearts, the ultimate manifestation of the concept of ’beauty’ in all life: magnificent and grand, shocking and awe-inspiring, strong and eternal, like the Crowns of the Sun.

Golden brilliance reflects upon the Star River, as this second Sun rises slowly in the Stellar System, proclaiming its arrival to the world.

How did Isenisha, the ’Golden Flame Flower’, defeat the ’Black Sun’ that ruled the Fifth Epoch? The answer doesn’t seem surprisingly unexpected, because she was indeed the mightiest golden blazing Sun of that era.

The call of countless heart-felt wishes, as a Sun-like Songstress, will crown with a radiant Solar Crowns. This is the strongest force of the Federation unifying the Milky Way.