Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

In the vast Star Sea, hundreds of thousands of space battleships are arranged in two magnificent formations. They gaze at each other across hundreds of thousands of miles, continuously exchanging fire, and gradually advancing towards one another.

The prelude to the decisive battle slowly unfolds.

Roaring currents continually reverberate inside the aircraft carrier's belly bay, as space fighters accelerate along long electromagnetic tracks inside the hangar, shooting out from the bay. The exhaust jets at their tails glow ever brighter. The fierce stream, like sevenfold circles, causes the fighters' speed in space to climb to unimaginable levels within the atmosphere.

And the number of such fighters is countless, the entire display screen flooded with points of light, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions...

Spreading across the entire battlefield, these fighters and mecha resemble phosphorescent ocean waves, rushing towards the enemy, followed by intense clashes and exchanges within seconds. Sparks flash, and torrents of bullets and lasers engulf the view.

Quick strikes, quick deaths, rapid advancement of the battle line. Compared to the Federation's endless fighters and mecha, the Western Star Region's fighters and mecha soon vanish like splashing water droplets, quickly covered and submerged. At this point, the Sixth Fleet's fighters and mecha continue to advance, and the Western Star Region's United Fleet no longer has enough active forces to resist. If these fighters and mecha close in, the main battleships, lacking cover, will suffer massive damage and interference, ultimately leading to the entire battle's failure.

Watching this scene, the Federation's commanders hold their breath and silently pray, but unfortunately, the final result still doesn't match their hopes.

Countless golden threads of light spread out from the void of the Star Sea. They interweave and spiral in the Star River, converging towards the center. They are brilliant beyond compare, climbing ever higher, layer upon layer, tightly connected, forming the most glorious and beautiful crown in the world.

The awe-inspiring Solar Crowns reappear in the Star Sea. Under the invisible golden halo, the space of the Star Sea ripples like a floating ocean surface.

Then, a magnificent solar wind erupts from the center of the Stellar System, starting to sweep across the entire system. At this moment, the previously fast-advancing fighters immediately activate defense systems. Deep blue patterns sweep across, the entire body seems coated with silver, then strong magnetic fields envelop the body, deflecting the incoming solar wind particles.

Although the solar wind isn't a true wind, under such high-energy tides, the originally fast-advancing fighters and mecha must allocate most of their energy and magic power to construct defenses, making it difficult for their speed to advance further. This buys time for the Western Star Region's United Fleet.

Thereafter, the grand array where the fleet is situated lights up again, as main battleships begin gathering energy, and the central main cannons emit twisting glows.

Facing the drastically changing battlefield situation, within the Sixth Fleet's Titan Flagship, countless eyes turn to the silver-haired songstress sitting on the Throne.

"Begin the activation." Ores slowly closes her eyes.

"Yes! Activate 'Throne System'!"

Intricate and beautiful rose brandings spread across the hall's floor, as elves song festival members in uniforms close their eyes in prayer. Resonating ripples spread from the center, and faraway, hundreds of light-years away, streets and television platforms in various star domains have already unified their broadcasts.

Countless auxiliary song festivals are on streets, venues, churches, and squares, guiding this resonance of prayer. This consciousness ripple, spanning the Star Sea, slowly descends onto the battlefield through the Aijieka Sea, outlining layer upon layer of brilliant light threads.

The magnificent silver crown gradually takes shape.