Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva
Chapter 1148 - 160: "Decamanga Sun" Blanchi_3

Afterward came the brutal exchange. The Mecha teams of the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain were indeed elite, destroying nearly as many Destroyers as their own number. However, in the relentless battle exchanges, they were also shot down by the Mechas and the powerful main guns of the Cruisers sent by the Hemu Star Domain.

Half an hour later, the battle reached its final stage. Of the 32 'Brass Dragon' class Battleships of the Hemu Star Domain, only 12 remained, while the 'Brass Class' Battleships of the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain numbered only 8. This was because several Cruisers had shielded their main Battleships from enemy fire, allowing more Battleships to survive.

This 50% numerical difference in main Battleships made the garrison fleet of the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain contemplate retreat. The Battleships switched their main gun modes from a concentrated piercing mode to a dispersed, high-frequency irradiating mode. Although such firing couldn't penetrate the protection of the 'Wind Scatter Stance,' it could heavily damage enemy fighters and Destroyers that strayed from the stance's protection on the battlefield.

Taking advantage of this gap, the fighters, Mechas, and small Starships of the Sharp-Snout Shark fleet began to retreat, hiding behind the planet. In response, the Hemu Star Domain's fleet did not rush to pursue; instead, they reorganized their formation to facilitate defense and concentrate firepower, then gradually advanced.

Afterward, the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain's garrison fleet avoided combat and gradually distanced itself from the battlefield, finally entering a Superluminal travel mode to leave this Star System.

Following this battle, the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain, serving as a bridgehead, was seized. Although the cost was not insignificant, the fall of the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain caused panic among the original Conservative Faction within the Western Star Domains, as if trapping birds by closing the door, cutting off many people's retreat options in their hearts.

At this time, many wavering Conservatives began to falter, deciding to compromise with the Independent Faction, but demanded that the other side ensure their safe departure.

In response, to avoid meaningless casualties and damage to the local Star Domain, Blanchi and the Independent Faction's leadership agreed to the demand, allowing these individuals to disarm and be transported to the Sharp-Snout Shark Star Domain for their departure.

This act was opposed by many radical young factions, but due to Blanchi's personal prestige, they reluctantly accepted the outcome. Although some remained unsatisfied, the benefit was that the 'impurities' within the Western Star Domain began leaving in large numbers, significantly reducing the difficulty of uniting the Western Star Domains thereafter. The departure of these people also marked the disappearance of the last obstacle to the overall unity of the Western Star Domain.

Opportunity slowly approached. When the 15th Western Star Domain gained independence and was incorporated into the group led by Blanchi, the issue of envisioning a new governance was placed before the people and leadership of the Western Star Domain.

Would they continue with a federal system or a loose alliance, or opt for a more centralized national governance? Previously unconsidered questions were becoming increasingly urgent. At this moment, the residents of many Western Star Domains were silently hoping for a future concept filled with Hope, one more acceptable to them. If this concept could meet everyone's expectations and imaginations, it could gain tremendous unity. Conversely, if this governance model failed to convince the majority, the newly established group would face many difficulties, including whether it could continue to exist under the Federation's pressure.

"Do you intend to create a new nation, become the next Isenisha, or like Emuralin, ignite the torch of innovation across the entire Federation?" The secretary beside the Songstress respectfully inquired.

The golden-haired Songstress gently shook her head, gazing out at the golden plains.

"I am destined not to become such a great figure, merely a meteor crossing the night sky."

"Although a bit disappointed, I am very happy now and have no regrets. Let future generations judge the matters of the future."

"Yes, my great 'Decamanga Sun,' Your Highness Blanchi." As the secretary spoke, each official and soldier standing in the great hall bowed, paying homage to the great Songstress.