Chapter 565

Chapter 565: Statue of an Angel

In the quiet bedroom, a small candle flickered, casting Lolan Hill’s face in a hazy yet beautiful light as she sat by the desk.

The curtains fluttered occasionally, bringing in gusts of night wind.

Leaning slightly back against the wooden chair, with her eyes half-closed, she recalled the various scenes and information she had seen in the storage device.

How beautiful and awe-inspiring that prosperous and radiant era was.

After the Twilight Era, humanity entered the galactic age, beginning an era of brilliance.

The rise of the Crown of Gods opened the door to the next phase, a pinnacle of glory with millions of stars, an endless sea of stars more magnificent than any scroll could depict.

Every citizen of that era nearly achieved immortality, reaching for the stars, altering the heavens and earth, traversing worlds, all surpassing any dream or imagination.

Within just over two hundred years of this brilliant era, human power spread across the galaxy, carving stars and reshaping the world, realizing countless former fantasies.

If such beauty could have continued, how wonderful would it have been?

Unfortunately, this brilliant era came to a sudden halt after two hundred years.

Lolan Hill did not know what happened at the end, but she vaguely guessed that the Star Crown might not have been fully completed.

As the apex of causal chain abilities, building the Star Crown was far more difficult than the previous two Crowns, surpassing even biological cognition and philosophical boundaries.

Had humans mastered the Star Crown, they would not have faced the final accident unprepared.

The exact reason was unknown, but from the results, it seemed something went wrong in the Echeca Sea during the mutation, leading to the near extinction of its inhabitants, thus ending humanity’s brilliance.

Perhaps to avoid something, the remaining humans moved Earth, their mother planet, from the once bustling solar system to the Ivar star system, the most remote corner of the galactic arm.

Later, after tens of thousands of years, life on Earth gradually revived, shaping the current situation.

Lolan Hill slowly exhaled, closing her notebook and putting away the storage device.

Standing up, she reached behind her head, untied the light red hairband, placing it on the bedside table, blowing out the candle, and preparing for bed.

Lying in the soft bedding, though her eyes were closed, her mind was exceptionally excited, unable to sleep, vividly recalling those grand scenes.

With a wry smile, Lolan turned half her body in the bedding, changing positions, lying on her side and looking at the wardrobe in the room. A faint glimmer appeared in her light blue eyes.

It turns out they have all left me.

That familiar everything, that group of people with shared dreams, the myriad things born in that familiar Earth, all became irretrievable past.

Although new life and civilization have emerged on this planet, it is no longer the same lineage as that Earth. Though still human, they are not the same people as before.

A sense of loneliness and melancholy spread through her heart.

And regarding the future she once envisioned, a faint sadness arose from the depths of her heart.

Would sending humanity back into space truly be a good thing? Perhaps the other side of the galaxy is not a paradise, but a hell filled with corpses and debris.

Carrying feelings of nostalgia and uncertainty about the future, Lolan tossed and turned in the bedding until dawn broke, barely falling asleep.

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The next day, in the Papal Hall.

“Is Lolan going back?” Binesis asked, sitting by the desk, looking at the young lady with slight surprise.

“Yes, the war is about to start, and I need to go back and make some arrangements,” Lolan replied, wearing a silver-trimmed white coat, her feet clad in light gray boots.

“However, before you leave, I want to take you to see a place,” Binesis pondered, lifting her pen slightly.

“Where are we going?” Lolan looked at the female Pope.

“A place where an Archangel fell; there’s a statue there. I think you might find something there. Perhaps you were once an angel yourself,” Binesis joked.

“Come with me,” Binesis said, putting down her pen and taking Lolan’s hand, leading her outside.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a peaceful hillside. There was a neatly arranged, lush green lawn with nothing else except for two ancient trees in the center.

These two trees resembled twins, their branches intertwining. In the middle of the space between them stood a humanoid statue, surrounded by a small circular pool.

Compared to the towering tree canopy nearby, the statue seemed very small.

The two walked onto the grass, approaching the trees slowly.

“Lolan, have you heard the stories of angels?” Binesis asked.

“Mm-hm, I’ve read about it in the Book of Candles. The Archangel Eulare, clothed in red flames, suffered severe injuries in the battle to suppress chaos and finally exhausted her strength, turning into a statue.”

“Yes, and this is where Eulare fell,” Binesis led Lolan to the pool.

The shallow, clear liquid filled the pool, rippling with the gentle breeze.

“Do not touch these liquids; they are extremely hot, only sealed by the pool,” Binesis warned.

Lolan nodded, looking at the motionless statue.

This statue appeared to be a young woman kneeling on the ground, her forehead smooth, hands clasped, head bowed in prayer, while her large wings spread wide, exuding a sacred and luxurious aura.

There was no residual consciousness or soul fragment left; Lolan extended her perception. But of course, if there were, the Church would have discovered it long ago.

Just as she was about to give up and bend down to pay respects like Binesis, the mechanical voice of the system sounded.

[Found a fragment of the Solar Crown. Do you wish to absorb it? Yes/No]

[Select: Yes]

The young lady blinked, a faint golden glow appearing in her eyes, a mysterious symbol flashing and then disappearing.

“Do you feel anything different?” Binesis suddenly asked, startling Lolan.

“What do you mean?”

“Because your soul is special, I thought you might try contacting this statue. Perhaps it will help you remember something?”

Lolan laughed, not expecting Binesis to consider her an angel reincarnation.

“There doesn’t seem to be the consciousness or soul of that angel here.”

“Yes, but there is still some special authority here that prevents ordinary chaotic phantoms from approaching, so we speculate that Eulare might have left something behind.”

“It would be great if you really were an Archangel reborn,” Binesis said regretfully.

(End of Chapter)