Lievice said slowly:
"We have been humiliated, demonized, sealed in the depths of the Mass Abyss, for a million years."
"I have no intention of justifying my history, just because we have never done anything wrong."
"The wrong ones are you, the entire Society of Starry Abyss, all assisting the dominion of the Primordial God Clan. All of you are servants and hawks of Primordial Abyss."
"Your Ascenders constantly challenge the Mass Abyss, slaughtering my sisters and brothers, trampling our porcelain-like skin and jade bones, plundering our divinity and crowns, even the divine throne being snatched away."
"We are not evil people, we are the slandered innocents, unfair treatnt descends equally upon anyone accused of being an 'Evil God', today it is I, Lievice, tomorrow it will be soone great and upright like Oshen. Starry Abyss refuses to change its attitude, for that represents weakness and surrender!"
Lievice raised her hand, pressing the rose growing from her eye socket. Though her roar wasn't loud, it shook the heart. It was filled with a million years of hatred and grievance, sothing that could never be acted out.
It was a mourning powerful enough to cross the barriers of race and culture, directly touching the heart, causing tears in listeners and sorrow in watchers.
"In days when countless suns wilted and extinguished, we suffered endless humiliation and slander, while high above, the Primordial God Clan still persisted!"
"Traitors, traitors, traitors! You naturally brand us as traitors, believing that we betrayed Starry Abyss, colluded with the Secret Society, sold out the interests of Starry Abyss."
"We never thought about betrayal, we just wanted to use our way to change this decaying, backward, poverty-stricken Cosmic!"
Lievice clenched her fist, emotions reaching the peak, with full explosion:
"Discontent, pain, anger! My overwhelming hatred turns into flas, burning across the stars!"
"Since Starry Abyss considers us traitors, then we shall fully rebel!"
"Gods of Starry Abyss, Grand Narrative, watch your land fall apart, civilization consud by fire, your holand turned to scorched earth—that is the price you deserve!"
"Once, we were slandered for colluding with the Secret Society, now we stand side by side with the Secret Society."
Qixi Lei pulls back the cara, and only at this mont do the audience discover, behind her, there are not just a few Speakers and Evil Gods.
The shadow behind, the stars, are gleaming afar.
"Too many redundant words have been spoken, let tell you, Evil Gods and the Secret Society have de facto ford an alliance."
Qixi Lei's mouth cracks open to her ear, revealing a terrifying smile:
"In the na of Doomspeaker Qixi Lei, convey the following ssage to you:"
"Declare war on the Empire of Heralds, order the Empire to hand over all civilizations in the Fairy Nebula and Balke Demon Nebula."
"Declare war on the Obliteration Sanctum, issue a desecration order to the Sanctum, demanding all civilizations under the Sanctum to convert to personal heroism beliefs."
"Declare war on the Union Group, targeting specifically the Soul of Plunder Redd Gold and his believers, with an accumulated war reparations of 29 million standard suns."
"The main fighting party is—"
"Epic Society Reidori, Dream Society Delilem, Ruins Fla Society Satan Jima."
"And..."
Qixi Lei pauses, lifts her eyes, looking at the cara with sympathy, announces word by word:
"Secret Society Gaia."
"A special reminder, besides the three major narratives of Layer Abyss, we will undertake special actions against other mbers of Starry Abyss and the narratives, to prevent you from assisting and interfering in the Layer Abyss wars."
"Thank you for listening, wish you a pleasant death."
Clap.
The television shuts down.
Cynthia turns her head towards Dialan, and said bitterly:
"The situation is roughly like this."
"... Has Baizhu Star ceased to exist?"
"Yes, fortunately, Fairy of the Lake Sonia helped and gathered a large number of Heroic Spirit armies to assist the refugees in leaving, we just lost our ho, at least we are still alive, not many people died."
Cynthia said:
"The planet has been divided among several Secret Societies, Baizhu Star no longer exists, whether from an astronomical or social perspective."
"My ho."
Dialan said:
"My father's grave is on that planet."
Cynthia paused, her eyes turning aside, she said:
"... Sorry, I am very sorry, Pri Minister."
"I was born, raised there, I am not a human of Baizhu Star, but indeed a person of Baizhu Star."
Dialan clutched the clothes over her chest.
This should have been unwavering, after surgery, the doctor should have removed all her emotional perception ability.
But now, a strong emotion surged in her heart.
"... I can't cry out."
Dialan raised her head, looking at Cynthia, in an extrely calm tone she stated her despair:
"My ho is gone, I have nowhere to go, my father's grave can't even be visited anymore, and I don't even have the emotions for all this loss."
"Cynthia, this is my ho, I was educated here, beca a national civil servant, then carried out reforms all the way, allowing more people to escape the despair after being separated from the Crystal Tower Civilization's protection, Leoz personally handed it to , letting Baizhu Star People govern Baizhu Star ourselves, we were managing our ho well..."
"Pri Minister, please calm down! You are still injured —"
"I can't get excited."
Dialan stared blankly, her eyes filled with bloodshot, she dryly, like an outdated machine, slowly, coldly said:
"I can't cry for it."
"Maybe it's not a bad thing."
Cynthia lowered her head guiltily, and said:
"You are now the Pri Minister and Head of State of Baizhu Exile Governnt, based on the declaration of the State Ergency Committee, as the highest legitimate ruler of Baizhu."
"Though it's regrettable, our nationals are actually under the Group's trusteeship now, those Descenders saw our faction has actually perished and left everywhere."
"To put it bluntly, you are a commander with no army, but even so, we must still live under your protection."
"Please, even if it's for the survival of us compatriots, you must take responsibility as Head of State, Ms. Dialan!"
"I..."
Dialan shook her head, she instinctively wanted to refuse and feel miserable for a while, but her body forcibly made her rational:
"I want to et the Philosopher King, or the Chief Executive of the Group."
"Pri Minister, that's a bit..."
"They will definitely see ."
Dialan cald down forcibly, and said:
"I have information that can change the current situation, as long as I can et the Philosopher King, it'll definitely be of great help."
"I'll try, but the Philosopher King may be difficult to et, he has already moved to control the Farrs —"
Before Cynthia could finish her sentence, a voice suddenly rang at the door:
"The Philosopher King is indeed hard to et, but as for the Crown Prince, you can et him now."
As the voice dropped, the door was gently pushed open, and a young man ca into view.
He wore a leather jacket, blue-line shirt, a pair of brown athletic leather shoes, looking like an ordinary civil servant, it was Mistofen Aran, Crown Prince of the Empire.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince." Cynthia quickly stood up to salute: "Why have you co here... Pri Minister is still recuperating, just woke up."
"I have access to the entire tiline of the Empire, nothing escapes my eyes."
The Crown Prince signaled to waive the ceremony, walked to the bedside, glanced around the surroundings:
"Sorry, Pri Minister Dialan, the war zone environnt is indeed not very good, make do with living in it."
Dialan didn't answer, but instead directly said:
"Being able to talk to you, that would work, anyway, having spoken to Crown Prince, the Philosopher King will surely know sooner or later?"
"More or less, His Majesty the Philosopher King occasionally consults my opinions."
Mistofen, carrying a thermos cup and a folding chair, indeed nothing different from an ordinary civil servant, he opened the folding chair, sat by the bedside, and asked:
"Pri Minister, I can speak a few words, can you give a hint, what do you an by 'being of great help'?"
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