Chapter 621

Chapter 621: The Terminal Angel Lolan Hill

Mozhua

Damp, cold winds blew across the dark sky at noon, as if dusk were approaching. Cross-shaped light swords rose from the earth, clearing the surrounding distorted phantoms, then formed like a grid to block those trying to leap out.

Thousands of angels fought in the air against the swarming distorted phantoms. Below, soldiers formed into arrays and received blessings and protection from priests. The hazy aura attached to their bodies could temporarily isolate the impact of chaotic phantoms on individuals; this was a skill and spell invented a thousand years ago during the great war.

They stood ready, long spears pointed towards the sky, watching the phantoms and frenzied creatures surging from the wilderness.

These irrational existences did not require overly complex strategies or traps, for the chaotic phantoms instinctively gathered where people were more numerous, attacking the soul clusters that resembled bonfires.

Like moths drawn to flames, they either consumed the flames, becoming stronger and more numerous, or were incinerated by the flames, leaving nothing behind.

Spears were held before shields, and holy dew fell onto the cold, sharp blades, attaching a purifying effect.

Though angelic sequences were not particularly strong when facing other extraordinary sequences, their various additional abilities greatly assisted in eliminating chaotic phantoms, as if this was their very mission.

Prayers echoed among the soldiers, soothing the inner tension caused by the phantoms.

Then, just as everyone was prepared, the twisted phantoms surged across the wilderness, rushing towards what seemed like the most delicious food or the purest souls they instinctively craved.

On the earth, a golden glow radiating array like a dam surrounded Mozhua, preventing the black, murky expansion from within. Compared to the endless swarm of darkness, such a thin yet resilient barrier was awe-inspiring, evoking a sense of vastness and insignificance clashing.

In the center of the Sighing Mountains, Chris and Night Mistress stood atop a peak, overlooking the giant abyss below. Chaotic winds swept through their figures, causing hair and skirts to flutter wildly, even distorting their voices.

“It’s terrible. There must be spies among the sages. The seal has been broken so thoroughly,” Chris said, gazing down with worry. Then, bands of mercury light expanded around the vortex, forming smooth mirrors.

These mirrors acted like endless corridors of time, instantly transporting any phantom crossing through to the other side, thereby confining the surging phantoms within.

“Now we can only do our best to reverse the situation. We hope to defeat these distortions from the past once again, just as we did a thousand years ago,” Night Mistress sighed, flipping open her book. Thousands of white flames flew out and wove into a network spanning kilometers, slowly descending to envelop the vortex below.

“We can hold out for a few more days. Servais is constructing new seals with other sages above. Things will gradually improve then,” Night Mistress rarely consoled Chris, despite her youthful appearance, she was much more resilient in spirit.

“Mm, I understand, Night Mistress. I’m not sure how much longer I can last. I’m not good at enduring prolonged battles,” Chris pulled out a small prism from her pocket, which refracted various colors in the firelight.

“I never expected the artifact I made in the Second Era would have another chance to appear. Now, I can only rely on it to save some power. Otherwise, I fear I might fall asleep from exhaustion in a few days.”

As this pendant-like prism appeared, it began to rotate automatically, reflecting colorful glows in the mirrors below, seemingly becoming more transparent.

—

As night fell, a long and arduous evening began.

Clancia, Dark Abyss County.

The former fortress near the vortex was now in ruins. Corpses littered the watchtowers and high towers, and those infected by chaos ran rampant, emitting mournful cries as they chased after any living creature in the dark wilderness.

Once majestic churches now stood silent. Judges in black robes lay dead in the corridors, their garments empty except for ashes.

Inside the central hall, a winged angel leaned against the cold wall. Four pristine wings had now dwindled to three, with many parts blackened and corroded, creating decayed hollows. Her once red hair, like clouds, had dulled and grayed, as if about to dissipate at any moment.

A faint flame rose, burning away a wandering phantom in the church. The arm slowly fell, landing lifelessly among the rubble.

Zhuia looked up at the church dome, the paintings depicting the past, memories flooding her heart until they settled on a particular afternoon in her childhood.

She was on the mountain behind her home, flipping through a beautifully illustrated album. Those winged beings were so beautiful, inspiring her.

Perhaps from that moment, she began to desire to approach these beings, joining the church to become a priest, then advancing to a high priestess, until finally becoming the vessel for an angel’s descent.

In the midst of harvesting a breathtaking beauty,

, she would also reap an equal measure of sorrow.

Perhaps it was because of that sorrow that the beauty became irreplaceable, a perpetual existence that would be forever cherished. As her life neared its end, the young high priestess thought thus, then slowly closed her eyes.

—

Moziwa

The dark tide, gray and gloomy, accumulated layer upon layer, unstoppable. They gradually dispersed and devoured those radiant existences. The exhausted and spent warriors could only retreat step by step, slowly converging, making their final desperate stand amidst these endless waves.

The angels originally patrolling the sky gradually dissipated as well, their white flames gradually extinguished by the dark tide.

Since the last chaos disaster, these favored children of light had become increasingly scarce. Now, they were too few to hold their ground, and many severely wounded angels had no choice but to return to the heavens, entering long or eternal slumber.

A crescent golden moon slowly navigated through the dark clouds, casting a bit of light onto the dim earth, supporting those still fighting.

The current Pope, Bynis, sat down weakly. She looked down at the massive mouth opening continuously on the mountain below, her eyes gradually filling with compassion and sorrow.

“This calamity, how long will it last? Will we ever see the last hope descend?” She coughed up black blood weakly.

“Perhaps I will be the shortest-reigning pope. How embarrassing, Bynis.” She smiled bitterly, then struggled to stand up, supported by several priests beside her, and returned once more to the frontline.

As night reached its darkest hour, after receiving messages from all sides, many of the rank-9 extraordinary beings of the Sage Council gradually lost hope, turning instead to prepare for some contingency. When the vortex could no longer be quickly sealed, they could only hope for another prolonged and painful tug-of-war lasting decades, just like before.

In the seemingly endless darkness underground, the silver-haired girl still knelt on the ground. Her azure eyes shimmered with specks of light, watching the endless, unceasing information flash before her.

[Connection failed]

[According to the 3192nd directive of the Second Human Continuity Committee, any unit shall not reconnect to the Ajika network.]

[Connection failed]

[According to the 3192nd directive of the Second Human Continuity Committee, any unit shall not reconnect to the Ajika network.]

[Connection failed]

[According to the 3192nd directive of the Second Human Continuity Committee, any unit shall not reconnect to the Ajika network.]

[Connection failed]

[According to the 3192nd directive of the Second Human Continuity Committee, any unit shall not reconnect to the Ajika network.]

It seemed like an endless cycle. No matter what method Lolan Hill used to activate this fragment of the sun, there was no response. Even when requesting to connect to the Ajika network, she never received an effective response. It seemed that the ancient extraordinary network had long since crumbled, and the divine throne atop it was nowhere to be found.

Finally, the exhausted girl collapsed into the mud, and the barrier beside her faded away. Countless phantoms surged forward, directly targeting this primordial, pure existence.

Lolan Hill felt various illusions overwhelm her, and her consciousness gradually blurred. It was as if she had sunk into the deep ocean, seeing no light.

Fragmented images flashed through her mind, then vanished. Some were ordinary, some ugly, and some beautiful, like fleeting snapshots of countless lives, traces of faces that once existed vividly.

They ran along their own paths in life, some laughing, some crying, some angry, some panicked. These chaotic memories were like countless paintings cut into pieces and mixed together, leaving only formless, colorful fragments.

If beauty is a symmetrical, orderly, and pleasing existence, then these fragments are asymmetrical, completely without order, extremely disorderly and distorted ugliness.

He would provide nothing of value, nor show any specific emotion, always broken, trivial, repetitive, boring, annoying, and disgusting.

These fragments slowly seeped into Lolan Hill’s soul, attempting to dismantle the connections within, trying to make her become a fragmented existence like himself.

But this behavior encountered some trouble. Although these ‘grains of sand’ tried to destroy the integrity of her soul, making her fragmented, unlike other souls, this special soul seemed to have no so-called connection points.

From beginning to end, it was as transparent as mist and air. Even if separated, it would naturally come back together, without needing any so-called connection points. Or perhaps it itself was the connection point. After these grains of sand flowed over, it gathered again, returning to its original state.

Thus, the grains of sand kept passing through the clear water repeatedly, over and over again. Until they gradually lost vitality, sinking slowly in the clear water, forming different colors according to their properties.

And amidst this chaos, the world began to show distinct colors. Although these were the most basic colors, merely fragments of similar colors stacked together, such organization became the foundation for everything that followed.

It was uncertain how much time had passed, as if years had gone by, yet it felt like only hours. Lolan Hill woke up again.

She slowly sat up, her calves and knees still covered in dirt and mud, but now she felt a restoration of her spirit.

She stared blankly at her hands, tiny glimmers of light appearing on them.

The heart rose, that was the pure magic sand after the cleansing of chaotic phantoms, bringing丝丝缕缕的 magic or authority.

Despite such authority being weak to one in ten billion, even if it were expanded thousands of times, it could not stir a breeze to flicker a candle, but it was still a real and unadulterated force.

[Connecting all hearts and extraordinary beings, extracting the purest wishes, weaving them into a divine crown]

It was not until this moment that Lolan Hill truly understood how the miracle of the throne of gods was achieved. And this finally opened the door to everything.

She raised her head, enlightened, looking at the dim sky above, new wings began to extend from her back.

Not the magic of the Angel sequence, nor any extraordinary sequence, it seemed to be the purest and most transparent existence, incredibly light and yet incredibly dreamlike.

Transparent wings reflected faint light as they slowly extended and spread, gently flapping, filtering any approaching chaotic phantoms, turning them into faint seven-colored magic sand, quietly falling.

This silver-haired girl no longer feared the twisting phantoms in the sky, rising slowly from the murky and pitch-black earth, her wings fluttering, leaving a trail like the Ganges star sand.

As her body filled with mana, a second pair of wings silently unfolded, extending into the endless darkness.

And she seemed like the most beautiful light in the world, attracting those wandering phantoms.

In the night, a graceful figure rose from the dark earth, flapping its colorful and transparent wings, creating a trail like dawn light, slowly ascending into the air. At this moment, a third pair of wings finally slowly spread.

It was as if a signal had sounded, when the third pair of wings shone, everything began to transform qualitatively.

The wings extended hundreds of meters behind her, each transparent feather seemed to flow with seven-colored patterns, resembling circuits. The ends even stretched toward some unreachable void.

The sky gradually brightened, the morning light and wind began to shine upon the earth again. People on the ground, looking up at the figure in the morning light, though still facing an endless black tide, felt an endless hope and courage from the beautiful figure, awakening them from their despair.

Lolan Hill slowly floated in the sky, her three pairs of wings extending into the boundless void, as if connecting to the source of the world, or something deeper.

She slightly closed her eyes, and the mechanical voice of the system finally changed.

[Detected residual nodes of the Solar Crown. Attempting repair…]

A glimmer flashed through the transparent wings.

[Waiting… 2% 8% 19% 39% 84% 100%]

[Repair complete, rejoining Solar Crown]

[Starting applicant qualification verification]

[Identity code anomaly detected, initiating trace review mechanism]

[Trace project one, completed]

[Trace project two, completed]

[Trace project three, completed]

[Verification complete, resubmitting application qualifications]

[Angel prototype · Lolan Hill, starting qualification verification]

[Verification complete, fully approved, beginning empowerment]

[Waiting…]

[Starting naming process, searching for suitable prefixes]

[Currently available titles of authority include: Primordial, Wind, Humility, Purity, Supreme, Flame Conquest]

Symbols representing authority appeared one by one in Lolan Hill’s eyes, but before she could examine them closely, these symbols suddenly vanished.

[System self-check complete. Due to the current number of candidates for the Solar Crown ≤ 1, activating special mechanism, directly assigning names. Possessing all permissions to unlock abilities, the End.]

[Welcome back, the final End Angel, Lolan Hill. After this naming, all permissions of the Solar Throne will be transferred, and all rules and authorities will be restarted.]

[Greetings to you from all members of the Continuation Committee! Long live humanity!]

A newborn sun descended upon the world, layers of crowns descending from the sky, adorning her.

A vast circle broke through all the atmosphere and obstacles, revealing a pure, extreme blue-violet sky.

That tiny figure was protected by golden flame wings, seemingly slow, yet breaking through the atmosphere like light, step by step ascending to the highest sky.

One door after another appeared high in the sky, countless golden doors opened in the air.

One angel after another awakened from slumber, countless sacred angels dancing in the light.

Those white wings were covered with a layer of golden flames, following the ethereal supreme existence in the center, swirling upward, forming a vast tower reaching the heavens.

Here, a sacred hymn echoed, nearly ten thousand Great Angels of the Extraordinary Sequence 9 and above sang in unison, the sacred symphony precisely the Ninth Symphony, Fourth Movement, recorded from the past.

From the outer side of the planet, a magnificent crown larger and more dazzling than the moon gradually formed, seemingly made of the most beautiful gold threads woven together, layer upon layer, extremely beautiful.

At the same time, a vast ripple slowly spread, extending into the vast starry sea, the entire stellar system entering a moment of illuminated stability.

Simultaneously, all Extraordinary Beings in the world began to lose their powers, all Mana directly transformed into pure solar power in the void, filling and controlling every corner of the world.

The Sun Crown, symbolizing eternity and absolute power, rose at this moment.

(The chapter ends)