Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 1612 - 77: The Thorns’ Lament (Part 3)

Black Lion Star Domain, Sealed History Research Institute.

The once quiet research facility is surrounded and sealed off by circles of special forces, then heavy shuttles carrying combat units deploy warriors clad in red heavy armor into the blocked area, starting to advance from all directions.

Blazing flame light sabers scorch doors and walls, cutting gaps and then sweeping through, leaving behind bloodstains of the dead and injured, along with the destroyed autonomous defense units.

"Enough! We've already declared an end to the research, why do you still pursue us to the death!" A bespectacled woman coldly raised a handgun, aiming at a member of the Burning New Department entering the laboratory, warning the opponent.

Unfortunately, her explanation was completely ignored, as they had encountered similar arguments countless times in their missions.

The task of clearing the old era's stagnant blood and remnants fell to them — this was the mission of the Burning New Department.

Several bullets struck the thick exoskeleton armor, sparking briefly before disappearing into the nearby debris, the equipment and personnel of the Burning New Department were the elite of the 'Fire Lotus - Radiant Star' faction, coming from across the Federation, holding the highest respect and reverence for the Volcano Songstress, completing all missions, even unto death.

The deep red armored figure advanced, the blazing flame light saber in hand once again, fiery red light cut through the barrier, then pierced the woman opposite, turning her entire being to ash.

After resolving the resistance on this floor, the team continued to proceed to the lower levels of the building, their orders were to capture the Songstress 'Netherworld River Yinghua' Jian Xin'er, to prevent the spread of these thoughts and technologies.

The sounds of destruction echoed within the building, the occasional explosion trembling its structure.

Deep underground, Jian Xin'er stood holding a lantern, by her side several thousand black robed priests awaited silently.

"The preparations for the ritual are complete, Lady Jian Xin'er," ignoring the tremors above, the black robed priest reported calmly.

Upon hearing this, Jian Xin'er took a deep breath, seeming to have a sense of reflection and regret.

"I shouldn't have involved all of you in this; I was too naive, failing to realize the severity of this struggle." Saying so, she gently closed her eyes, placing the lantern to her chest, and began to chant an ancient requiem.

Without accompaniment, without music, the pure and simple singing resounded underground.

With the song's rise, everything spread like mist, everything became hazy and unreal, this was the feature of the overlap between the present world and the Aijieka Sea, often the precursor to a songstress raising her crown.

However, Jian Xin'er didn't have many followers, nor was she a widely renowned songstress, now responding to her call and prayer were only the souls newly deceased within this area.

Under the guidance and invocation of her song, these souls were filled and condensed once more with magic power, revealing themselves in the present world, they roamed and traveled through corners, shadowy and elusive, dancing and chanting sorrowfully to the song, as if making a final farewell.

As the speculations online said, Jian Xin'er hadn't discovered a method to wholly resurrect the deceased, what she could do now was merely gather those shattered soul shards, carefully preserving them, listening to their indistinct murmurs and wishes.

While other songstresses pray to the living beings of the present world, obtaining resonant power, Jian Xin'er is a songstress facing the netherworld, responding to her are those departed souls.

What bird's song is most heart-touching and profound?

It's the bird's lamenting cry pierced by thorns in its dying moments.

Under this hazy and otherworldly power, the crown floating between the present world and the netherworld appears, weak beyond measure, unable to resist the sun's burning flames and scorching heat, its only ability being to disseminate this prayer in all directions, allowing potential future successors to once again explore this path and find a way to reach the other shore.

'I really love that era of heroes and legends, let me hear once more the stories of weeping and song.'

I do not wish to break the boundary between life and death.

Nor do I want to commit that burdensome crime.

I only want to give those who can still turn back.

Time to gaze upon this world once again.

Foregone times.

Let me offer you the final ballad.

To sing of the everlasting morning star.

To chant of the unyielding legend.