Chapter 519

Chapter 519: The Book of Candlelight

Inside the mountain body, candles were lit one by one, illuminating the small compartments within the stone walls, each containing miniature statues and stone slabs.

The passageways below were also carved out of the hard rock. Touching these bluish-green stone walls sent a chill through the palms.

“Everyone will stay here for now. In a couple of days, the Church will arrange new accommodations,” Ingelie said, leading several students to a door.

As a church official from the Holy Land, she was now the link between the exchange students and the Church.

“This place was originally meant for ascetic monks to live in. There isn’t much in terms of facilities, but it’s quite clean and tidy, with little dust. It can be made comfortable enough to sleep in. The only downside might be that it gets quite cold at night.”

“After all, we are inside the mountain, just like in a cellar.”

After choosing their rooms and putting away their belongings, before they had even lain down for long, Ingelie called everyone over for dinner.

Compared to the abundant meals in Emanas, the food here was extremely simple: a cup of water and some mushy porridge. That was all there was.

On their first day in the Holy Land, the students felt the simplicity of the lifestyle.

After a simple meal, everyone returned to their rooms to rest.

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Lolan Hill sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the room illuminated by the candlelight.

The walls and ceiling were made of stone, with a texture as if hewn by axe and chisel, smooth and a light bluish-green color.

Apart from the bed, a small table, and a wooden chair, there was nothing else in the room, very minimalist.

Pulling the slightly cool cotton blanket over herself, after a while, Lolan Hill crawled out again. She stretched her hand out, and a faint golden glow spread out, enveloping the bed, raising the temperature by a few degrees.

As an Angel Sequence adept proficient in protection and healing, such spells were taught in the third year of the academy and were not difficult.

After casting the spell, the young lady returned to the blanket and fell asleep peacefully, thus enduring the cold night.

The next morning.

With the jingling of bells outside the room, Ingelie woke everyone up.

They opened their sleepy eyes, got dressed, and walked out of their rooms, coming outside the palace in the mountain, only to find that dawn had yet to fully break, with only a hint of white appearing on the horizon.

“Everyone, let’s go jogging together. This is a tradition in the Holy Land,” Ingelie waved her arm, eliciting groans from several students.

“Haha, don’t be so gloomy. You’ll get used to it eventually. After all, you still have a year left.”

They spoke terrifying words.

The crowd was jogging on the mountain path around the palace, just two meters away from a huge chasm that seemed like an abyss, causing ordinary people’s legs to tremble.

Although compared to ordinary people, these few students were Extraordinary Beings, several of them still felt uneasy and tried to run on the inner side, avoiding the dangerous edge.

If a stone rolled off the edge of the mountain path, at such a great height, one might not even hear the echo below.

After morning exercise, Ingrid led her classmates back to the palace within the mountain, then brought out a stack of slightly old books for everyone to read.

“These are the scriptures the Church publicizes and preaches. You can take a look; they may differ from what we learned at school,” she said as she flipped through the pages. The printed text was somewhat blurry, but fortunately, each letter was slightly larger, so it wasn’t too hard to decipher the meaning.

Several students took the books and casually began flipping through them.

Lolan Hill also held a dictionary-thick book and sat in the hall on a row of chairs, slowly reading through it.

Compared to the objective descriptions in the academy, these scriptures were more story-like about the causes and processes of the chaos and calamity, making the characters more vivid.

However, this also resulted in considerable deviation from the truth. To Lolan Hill, it was akin to the difference between “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” and “Records of the Three Kingdoms.” Some characters and processes were altered to make them more lively.

The former was a popular novel known to all, while the latter was a slightly boring historical record.

“The Book of Candlelight, Chapter 2, Verse 8”:

When sin’s shadow rose, three beams of light descended from the sky.

That light, like a living creature, emitted sounds.

Its voice was like singing, and also like prayer, thus seven thousand five hundred twenty-six winged messengers were born.

These were the messengers who spread the gospel, destined to bring you good fortune.

Thus, those who followed the light were blessed and became messengers themselves.

They wielded swords, their blades sharp enough to cut the poisonous snake in their hearts, and their swords were so hot they could burn away the twisted shadows in the world.

“The Book of Candlelight, Chapter 5, Verse 4”:

At that time, a blazing light with six wings stood high above the vortex abyss.

This beloved child of beauty and goodness, holding a red lance in his left hand and a white flame sword in his right, led three thousand four hundred sixty-nine angels, forty-seven thousand nine hundred fifty-five holy flame knights, twenty-two thousand three hundred forty-seven prayer priests, one hundred eight thousand two hundred sixty-four holy soldiers, and two hundred fifty thousand allied saviors.

Deep into the abyss of hell, they fought to the death against one hundred fourteen thousand six hundred sixty-seven chaotic shadows and three hundred seventy-five thousand one hundred twenty-nine corrupt bodies.

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### The Book of Candlelight, Chapter 7, Section 6:

The celestial fire fell to the world, and the Earth Abyss began to mend. That beam of light exhausted its strength, its wings resembling the ashes of burnt remnants falling.

All living beings wept, their tears converging into rivers that flowed down from the peaks of the Sighing Mountains.

The残骸 and blood on the ground merged into the river, turning it crimson, washing over the bitter earth.

At this moment, a tear also fell from that beam of light, dropping into the river.

And so, the river became clear, while the light transformed into a sacrificial stone statue.

The young lady slowly turned the pages of the book. Although there were slight discrepancies compared to the records in the academy, this volume vividly depicted the great war that swept across the world.

After the chaos and the disaster, many races completely vanished from the eyes of the world. For instance, the vast branches of the Beastmen in the seas, the orcas who once dominated the seven seas, the last descendants of the Giants, the merfolk in the oceans, and even the Phoenix Witch of the Eastern Continent, all perished.

The world was completely overturned, reshuffled. After nearly a century of rest and recuperation, nations of all sizes rose up. Then came the legendary tales of Roland and Alin, the twin princes.

After finishing reading the volume, she lifted her head, slightly dazed, sorting through the information she had just read.

Ingrid then walked over and sat beside Lohil.

“How did you feel after reading it?”

“It was very captivating, but the description of the chaotic phantom differs somewhat from what is taught at the academy,” the young lady said.

“These texts describe the chaotic phantom as a gathering of evil thoughts from the sins of living beings, and those corrupted by it are called the polluted bodies. However, in reality, the chaotic phantom has little to do with sin; it doesn’t have notions of good and evil—it’s merely driven by some instinctive distortion.”

“I understand what you mean, Lohil, but ordinary people would find it hard to grasp these complex terms and phrases. When spreading the information, it must be simplified and made easily understandable, even if it isn’t entirely accurate.”

“I see.” The silver-haired girl wasn’t one to get stuck on trivialities. She also knew how difficult it was to educate the largely illiterate masses about such things.

“However, this volume seems more like a story. Are there other books with more detailed descriptions, such as the battle between the two sides, the chaotic phantom, and the angels?” she added, her curiosity about the angels growing.

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