Chapter 130 - 108: Blessing of Terra Mother Goddess_2

Lin Lan took a breath, put the feather into his pocket, rubbed his brow, and looked around.

The sky had cleared.

The once majestic Lion Heart Palace had completely collapsed, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the ruins, stretching the shadow of the gray-haired boy.

The world rarely felt so quiet.

Beside him, the shriveled remains of the Lion-Hearted Monarch were gradually disintegrating; Ryan’s sins, madness, ambition, and everything of the Lion Heart Kingdom, ultimately faded to dust under the Foreigner’s gaze.

Lin Lan wanted to sit and rest for a while, he glanced at the Lion’s Heart Throne and the pile of bones supporting it, and then disdainfully curled his lip.

He turned around, stepped over the crimson remains, and opened the panel introducing the golden item.

Can’t believe he truly profited right under the Abyss’s nose...

Terrania... Terra Mother Goddess...

Lin Lan looked at the panel text that popped up, his thoughts scattered; so far, all the golden items he had collected were abstract concepts...

They were essentially fragments of power that governed rules.

Goodness, how miserable those Gods’ days must have been...

"Lin Lan... my lord..."

Just then, Vera’s voice line pulled back Lin Lan’s thoughts, he looked up to find the Giant standing before him, with Lucia sitting leisurely on Vera’s shoulder, leisurely swinging her legs.

Lin Lan suddenly laughed out loud.

"Damn it! What are you laughing at! Vera, put me down quickly!"

Lucia’s expression was ferocious, flailing her limbs and baring her teeth.

Vera obediently bent down, and the Blond Witch immediately performed a cute tiger descending the mountain, she pounced over and punched Lin Lan on the waist: "Just wait and see! I’ll grow up someday!"

Lin Lan just smiled, he looked up, meeting Vera’s eyes.

"How do you feel?"

"The consciousness feels... not cohesive..."

Vera replied awkwardly: "The soul and the body seem separated by a thick... wall..."

"Lord Lin Lan... Captain Ota... and Ansel and Sami..."

Then, Vera turned to look at the three other indistinct team members, her tone somewhat worried: "They..."

"Don’t worry, by the next meeting, your minds with theirs will be back to normal."

Lin Lan glanced at the system panel.

[Current number of souls: 201]

It’s time to fiercely rack up some points!

Vera nodded, she then shifted her gaze to the petite Witch beside Lin Lan.

"Lord Lin Lan... why does the future appear so strange..."

The Giant’s tone was puzzled: "Dragons no longer carry history... the Elves have forgotten their past..."

Lucia’s long pointed ears suddenly perked up.

"Actually, I’m not sure either."

Lin Lan spread his hands, his voice somewhat helpless: "In fact, the information I currently collect might be even less than you imagine."

Lucia’s pointed ears drooped down again.

Just then, the Blond Witch widened her eyes, noticing that Vera’s figure was gradually fading.

"Time is almost up..."

Lin Lan looked at the panel, his tone softened: "Have a peaceful rest, Vera."

Vera nodded slightly, she closed her eyes, and the three Giants metamorphosed back into exquisite cards, only Ota’s body remained standing beside Lin Lan.

Lin Lan finally relaxed, he put away the cards, suddenly sensing that the atmosphere around him felt somewhat overly quiet.

Logically speaking, Lucia’s little mouth never tires, he looked down and found the Blond Witch carefully measuring him.

"Why such a somewhat negative look?"

"Roland... Are you now the ’Roland’ from my memory, or the one who strolled and laughed wildly in the storm..."

Lucia looked up, hesitated for a moment, then softly voiced that name: "[Lin Lan]?"

Lin Lan’s face turned dark.

"Cough cough... don’t mind my behavior in the rain, it was just a... ceremony."

The gray-haired boy said solemnly: "’Roland’ is just a codename, I am me, no different from before!"

Lucia’s eyes brightened: "Then can I call your real name in the future?"

"Of course you can."

"Lin Lan!" the Blond Witch happily shouted.

"Eh." Lin Lan replied helplessly, realizing this girl’s chatter mode was back.

The two headed together towards the distant Shattered Star.

"Lin Lan, Lin Lan!"

"What’s up?"

"Can I still see Vera?"

"Of course, we will meet again soon."

"Lin Lan, Lin Lan, Lin Lan!"

"One time is enough... what’s up again?"

"Vera has always refused to tell me the secrets of the past, do you know what the Mind Matrix and Great Secret Ceremony are?"

"I don’t know either."

Lin Lan vigorously ruffled her hair: "But don’t worry, we’ll find out sooner or later."

"Oh! You and the Captain both like doing this..."

Lucia shook her head, once again foolishly grinning: "Forget it, it’s nice for everyone to turn all grimy together..."

Suddenly, Lin Lan slowed his steps, Lucia’s small face turned serious.

The cold wind howled under the sunshine.

In their view, the edge of the Shattered Star silently stood a peculiar man over two meters tall, wearing a pure white bearskin cloak.

In the next moment, Ota took strides forward, raising the launcher on his arm once again.

"Wait, esteemed... Lord Roland."

The visitor paused, seemingly unaccustomed to speaking courteously, he proactively retreated a step, his tone low: "I bear no malice toward you."

Lin Lan forged ahead, observing the other’s shape and appearance closely.

The gear-turning clatter resonated through his ears.

Beneath the hood was a smooth face fashioned by brass.

This guy’s mechanical structure was even more pure than the Mechanical Servants in Ideal City. The exposed limbs were all steel-crafted cold prosthetics.

Clearly, the figure before him was the Empire elite that instilled fear among the Alliance People.

——Night Owl Hunter.

Lin Lan stared at the brass face beneath the hood, his tone somewhat flat: "Why are you looking for me, Empire Hunter?"

"Someone commissioned me to convey a fact to you, Lord Roland."

The Night Owl Hunter bent down, peering into the boy’s eyes: "In truth, as early as a hundred years ago, the New Empire had been operating on Lion Heart Island."

"And then?" Lin Lan raised an eyebrow.

"It implies that." The hunter’s tone was undisturbed: "Ryan Arthur, along with all the ordinary people affected by the Blood Plague, in fact, are all assets of the Empire."

Lin Lan suddenly laughed.

The smile was exceedingly cold.

He queried: "Your so-called ’operation’, is it driving the Lion Heart nobles mad, allowing them to wantonly massacre civilians?"

"You should be aware that without your interference, even if the Empire does not intervene, the Abyss’ Celestial Calamity would continue to devour Lion Heart Island."

The hunter responded.

"But you clearly could have prevented the spread of the Blood Plague early on!"

Lucia tightened her small face, proactive taking a step forward: "Instead of letting everyone await death in vain!"

"Faced with the creeping Deep Sea Celestial Calamity, saving some worthless pathetic wretches is utterly meaningless."

The hunter’s words were like the cold wind in winter: "Only by dissecting the Celestial Calamity, researching the Celestial Calamity, controlling the Celestial Calamity, can civilization find the true path in the vast ocean."

He continued: "If the Apocalypse Ark is willing to embrace the Empire, we can unconditionally transfer these research results of over a hundred years to you."

"Are you trying to win me over?"

Lin Lan appeared curious: "Why?"

"The Ark is not like those Alliance snivellers who only evade the Celestial Calamity."

The hunter’s tone was sincere: "The Duke has already recognized the Ark’s capabilities, for both parties, cooperation and mutual benefit is the best choice."