Chapter 741 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 Sixth Era 1270 Year of the Promise"
This line of words 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 fate』
『Three keys to unlock』
『Flowers that never fade』
『Must bloom in your eyes』
『Wind of the four seasons』
『Please sing for me』
『Sing the hero who controls the spear of fire』
『Sing the witch who sank into the deep sea』
『Sing the three united saints』
『Sing the steel sonata that stopped turning』
『Wake up in the morning sun again and again』
『Take a hesitant step』
『Tears and joy interweave into a colorful canvas』
『Sing the rebirth of life』
…
After each line of handwriting burned through the 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 flew over the handwriting and quickly disappeared.
『This is the chronicle of the world』
『There is a song I want to sing』
『There is a hill I want to protect』
『There is a rose I want to admire』
『There is a war I want to end』
『This is the black prophecy』
『It is played with the cries of seven kingfishers』
『The white kite with wings as 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 cried for betrayal. 』
『The sea-crossing bird that pushed away the waves and sailed far away broke its wings for protection. 』
『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』
『Thorns eventually become cursed wounds』
『Turns 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 doomsday』
『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 spread like a bird from the Hemu star field to all major 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 that, 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 held by the Federation after the 'Cobalt Tears' Aimura Lin.
Regarding Blanche's departure, many people were puzzled. 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 due to 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, and was protected by a group of singers and placed in the Golden Mang Hall, which was built for the soldiers who died in the federal civil war 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 advancement speed 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 over her position. 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, who represent the local forces of each star region.
The second party is the ‘Leading Court’ composed of officers from the Western Star Region, who represent the will of each fleet.
The third party is the ‘Holy Court’ composed of priests and singers from the cult, who 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 many noises and uneasy people in the Western Star Region, but these people will eventually age and replace. 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 asked her to go to a quiet side hall on the side, 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 with her back straight.
"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 cannot be fully mastered, such a childish voice is also charming.
No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!
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“…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 heritage 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 a religious connotation.” Arosa tilted her head to think.
“Yes, the word Adam refers to the first human in the ancient primitive earth religion. In fact, many scholars speculated that the name of the hero has never been found, but in order to make this legend without regrets and better promote it, he was artificially given this name.”
“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 Alosa something that is too obscure and easily leads to ambiguity."
"Oh, okay, okay, I know." He waved his hand a little disappointedly.
In the following time, he continued to explain to Alosa the history of the war in the dark age and the development of the Federation until the music for the end of get out 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 Alosa." Musen raised his eyebrows to tease the girl, and then closed the book.
"Thank you, Mr. Musen, for your teaching." Hearing the sound of the end of get out of class, Alosa was a little reluctant, but she quickly adjusted.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." Musen packed up his things and waved goodbye to Alosa 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.
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, taking off her high heels with her hands, and then stepped on the carpet with her toes wrapped in black stockings.
If it were in the past, this young lady would definitely not do such a rude thing, but now she and Tilan have a very close relationship, and there is no need to deliberately maintain her image.
"Do you remember what we did when we went to school at Edes?"
"Yes, I still remember." Dolores picked up the coffee on the coffee table with her fingers. Compared to tea, she still likes coffee a little more.
"That was really young." Tilan's voice was a little nostalgic, and then turned around.
"When I first arrived at Edes Academy, I didn't know how to get along with everyone, and I made some exaggerated speeches."
Leaning on the sofa, Dolores was relaxed and sipped her coffee.
"Does Tilan feel that she was childish in the past? But in my eyes at that time, Tilan was standing on the stage and speaking, she looked glittering, with some pure ideals in her immaturity. I had a good impression of you at that time."
Standing on the carpet with her toes, and then stretching out casually, Dolores put down the coffee and wanted to lean on the sofa to sleep for a while. 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 a little and was a little relaxed. Maybe now she doesn't have to be as cautious as before.
Soon, Dolores leaned on the sofa to take a nap, her chest slightly rising and falling in the black silk dress, 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 upside down 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 respected senior Ewen Qilin is now missing. Although Pulin occasionally contacts her, she will probably go 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 lives.
Then as time goes by, one day I 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 at school, they rarely had time to spend together alone. Most of the time, they were in a group. Until now, when she recalled it, she realized that she didn’t 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, and finally forgets it in the river of time, and no longer has a name.