Chapter 368

Chapter 368: The Angelic Rhythm

“Giggling, there’s no need to panic, just sit quietly in the carriage,” Cisina said as she grabbed Lolan Hill’s hand.

Feeling tricked by this senior, Lolan Hill sat down with some trepidation, and the carriage began to move.

The headless purple-clothed knights cleared the path on both sides of the carriage, and then the procession surged onto the street again.

This second parade was different from the first one. This time, there were no skeletons or spirits joining the crowd along the street. Instead, there were people carrying lanterns. They were all living individuals. These lantern-bearers standing in the darkness varied in height, holding orange lanterns on either side of the street like stars in the night sky.

The orange light cast shadows on the ground and clothing, making faces indistinct.

“Lohil, pick up the lantern in your hand, concentrate your mind, and slowly infuse it with magic,” Cisina instructed beside her.

Lolan Hill followed suit, and soon the angel sequence’s magic slowly entered the lantern, which became brighter from its previous dim state.

A black semi-transparent veil draped over her forehead, with silver hair and snow-white skin, her flawless face appeared clear yet hazy under the light.

Clear was her pure and gentle soul, shining like a solitary torch and a bright moon in the dark night. Hazy was the yellow and warm aura, making her face sway and dreamlike.

Lolan Hill’s light blue and transparent eyes, like untainted gems, reflected in the eyes of the crowd on both sides of the street.

Then, one by one, they rose and joined the carriage procession. In the pitch-black night, the Temple Academy once again formed a new ‘river.’ Unlike last time, however, this ‘river’ was not noisy but filled with peace and tranquility.

Silent actions spoke louder than words. As more people carried lanterns and moved forward, a special aura emerged, powerful and unstoppable.

The procession continued to advance, passing through various halls and gates within the academy. After passing through one of the gates, a group of white-robed knights with golden armor joined the carriage on both sides. They held white shields with gold edges, wielding lances of interwoven silver and gold, with white cloaks adorned with wings and flames behind them.

Though few in number, each knight possessed Sequence 6 power, all being advanced students of the angel sequence.

Not only these white-robed knights, but more people also joined the procession as they advanced. Among them were nuns in silver-trimmed white robes. Their lanterns were special circles emitting nearly white light, their eyes like quiet burning white flames in the dark. Upon seeing Lohil, they paused briefly before joining the procession.

Next came priests holding copper staffs. Seeing Lohil’s team and carriage, they raised their rattling circular copper staffs and joined in.

As the procession approached the endpoint, the Starlight Cathedral, a flapping sound came from above. Winged students holding wind lamps slowly approached the procession, flying on either side. They wore white robes and held special snake swords in their right hands, resembling angels.

Such a grand procession finally halted in front of the Starlight Cathedral.

At this moment, the cathedral was not only the highest point in the academy but also the only place illuminated by lights. White-robed cultivators and students stood on the steps on both sides of the cathedral, each holding a bright lantern. The lanterns illuminated their robes, casting a warm orange-yellow glow.

At this moment, Cisina led Lohil out of the carriage, and they slowly approached the cathedral’s front.

“The road ahead, I can’t accompany you anymore; you’ll have to walk alone,” Cisina whispered to Lohil.

“But I don’t know what to do,” Lolan Hill felt at a loss, after all, this was her first time participating in the traditional event at the Temple Academy.

“Don’t worry, just walk up the steps and enter the cathedral. Inside, the seniors will tell you what to do,” Cisina said.

Seeing Cisina’s demeanor, Lolan Hill knew asking further would be futile and resigned herself to it, since it was just an academy event, nothing serious should happen.

She walked out of the procession, lifted her skirt, and slowly climbed the wide steps.

Watching Lohil ascend the steps, Cisina heaved a sigh of relief.

“Cisina-senpai didn’t tell Lohil the truth about the event,” a voice suddenly sounded beside her.

“Who!” Cisina turned around, raising her staff, ready to deal with this sudden scary voice.

“It’s me, senpai,” a necromancer wizard in black robes removed his mask, revealing Elro. His usually prominent tousled black hair was hidden under his hood, which explained why Cisina hadn’t recognized him earlier.

“It’s you. Yes, I didn’t tell her the truth, but so what? She won’t mess up the event,” Cisina relaxed, then said with a teasing tone.

“Or perhaps you’re unhappy, thinking I should have chosen you as my successor?”

“No, no, I have no intention of becoming the leader. It’s better for me to focus on research. Managing people isn’t my strong suit, and those white-robed ‘angels’ certainly wouldn’t follow me.”

“But you’re lucky, senpai. You’ve finally found a successor that all the students recognize. You might get to take it easy for the next six months.”

“Today, I’m in a good mood, so I’ll let you off,” Cisina didn’t want to explain further and slowly turned away.

The night tour at the Temple Academy wasn’t simple; it wasn’t always held on such a grand scale, which tested the organizers’ skills and prestige. Historically, there were cases where the chief’s reputation suffered due to failed events.

Young students were often proud, and Emenas, being a gathering place for geniuses, was even more so. Without solid strength and prestige, rashly organizing a night tour could lead to various problems, either lack of cooperation or reduced numbers and atmosphere.

During the night tour, it seemed everyone gradually merged into the ‘long river’ of the procession. However, historically, this was a rare occurrence. Pulling half the participants into the procession was considered good performance, avoiding embarrassment. If everyone on the streets joined, it would indicate the student chief had absolute authority and trust within the academy.

Currently, Cisina could only secure the cooperation of most necromancer sequence students, while she struggled with angel sequence students. Lohil, sitting in the carriage, seemed like a mascot, but in reality, this was the reason why the white-robed students joined.

If someone other than the chief sat in the main carriage, it would clearly signify the designated successor. Considering Cisina was in her fifth year and would graduate by year-end, Lohil would take over soon. Thus, angel sequence students would give her face and join the procession.

Lohil quickly gained recognition from many angel sequence students partly because of the special lantern she used, which amplified her soul’s fluctuations and influenced others. Another reason was Ingel’s covert promotion.

This student from the Holy Land was popular among angel sequence students. Had she enrolled earlier, she would have been in the same grade as Cisina, who was her childhood friend. With Ingel’s recommendation, Cisina and the angel sequence students present recognized this silver-haired black-veiled girl.

Of course, Sister Sand played a role in this, ensuring other teachers and senior club presidents did not object, leading to a smooth process. Eventually, Lohil believed the night tour was always like this.

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In front of the Starlight Cathedral, Lolan Hill looked at the nuns and priests standing on both sides. Most were also students from the academy. As she stepped up the stairs, a chorus echoed among the crowd.

[White-robed Son Under the Blue Apple Tree]

[Wings are the sword, wings are the flame]

[Wings are the key to the world]

[Heir, please do not weep]

[Many years later, it will still belong to you]

[You will return like the sun]

[Earth, sky, sea]

[Sheltered and protected by your wings]

[On a certain day in the future]

[With everyone together]

[We will meet again]

[Fallen Angels]

The ancient poem was sung again, and the angelic rhythm and scale slowly unfolded.

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