As a Mage with exceptional Talent, she could soothe the distortion of the surrounding Magic Elements and transform them into pure Elemental Energy. However, with her Strength, merely maintaining her own survival was the limit; it was beyond her power to protect others.

Thus, the Noble Lady could only stay alone in this area, surrounded by endless death.

During this Time, the Central Region of the Royal City remained eerily calm.

The Noble Lady could faintly Perceive that deeper within the center, there existed extremely strong Magic Power.

But she wisely chose not to delve deeper, instead opting to linger near the outskirts of the center, studying these ancient ruins while trying her best to survive.

"But can I really...go on living?"

She muttered softly, her childish voice tinged with a hint of despair.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, and she reached out to wipe them away, only to find she couldn't stop them. In the end, she could only bury her face in her knees, trying to stifle her sobs.

"Papa, Hero Sis..."

Her cries were faint and weak, quickly swept away by the howling wind in the Magic Cloud, disappearing into the desolate ruins.

After a long while, she stood up again.

Although her eyes were still red and swollen, her small frame straightened once more, a stubborn light shining in her wine-red pupils.

She looked toward the depths of the ruins.

"There are many places I haven't been to yet; there must be other things that remain. At least to know what happened here once..."

Papa was a bit far away, probably unable to come in time to rescue her.

But Hero Sis was already near the Capital.

Hero Sister would definitely think of a way.

At this moment, in the girl's mind, there was no expectation of an unknown hero, nor did she think of those famous people.

She only deeply believed in her own friends.

So before then, I need to do the things I can do—

She took a step forward, her figure gradually vanishing into the depths of the ruins.

[Research Progress of Little Girl (Central Region d50, Intelligence d62, Divergence 30+,50+,80+,100+)]

D50+d62=d50(25)+d62(5)=30

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A month later, eleven days ago.

The sky was shrouded by inky Magic Clouds, with lightning of strange colors occasionally coursing through the clouds, illuminating the deathly still city.

The once flourishing Ancient Royal City was now a desolate ruin that had lain in decay for countless ages. However, over the past month, this deathly place had welcomed many new 'visitors,' bringing a fleeting Vitality to it.

Unfortunately, most visitors were obviously ill-prepared for this extreme ruin; the brief spark of life hadn't spread before being extinguished by the relentless cruelty of this land, leaving behind only the fresh wails of despair, soon turned into cold, silent corpses.

In this ancient city, gradually replaced by the Capital and shrinking in range, only death was piled high like mountains.

Only the palace cluster at the city's center remained seemingly unaffected by any external interference, perpetually enshrouded in unchanging silence.

This ancient city built by Angels had a layout not too different from contemporary human cities.

At the city's center often stood the most important building clusters: the Royal Palace, the Grand Library, the Sacrificial Altar...

Despite the ravages of Time that had turned most buildings into mere outlines of ruins, a few places had been relatively well-preserved.

In a building suspected to be a Church, a gigantic mural stood between broken giant pillars, interwoven with obscure writings and intricate patterns.

A young Little Girl stood before the mural, gazing intently and seriously, deciphering the information depicted on it.

"Angel Magic Text... the High-level Language used in Church rituals, Hmm, this is content that can only be elected in the High-level department; I only learned a bit..."

The black-haired Noble Lady strained to recall knowledge not belonging to elementary courses, trying to connect what she knew to the mural before her.

"Moreover, much of the text is damaged..." She frowned, "Fortunately, the mural's content is still relatively intact."

After exploring this ancient city for over ten days, she finally stumbled upon a place that might hold valuable information.

After all, the area's size wasn't small, and most parts had long been eroded by Time, leaving very few clues. Furthermore, she dared not search openly, naturally resulting in low exploration efficiency.

Finally finding a place, yet the recorded text was almost unreadable,

luckily, it was a mural, and evidently, the Angels' artistic skill was remarkably high. Despite the passage of endless ages, the mural's content remained vivid and unblemished, rivaling any master's work she had ever seen.

Relying on her fractional understanding of Angel Magic Text and the mural's extraordinarily vivid depiction, the Noble Lady pieced together her interpretation, albeit somewhat clumsily.

"At first, it praises the God the Angels believe in..."

In the mural, winged People barely clothed knelt on the ground, offering devout prayers to the great Holy.

Their faith was answered, with celestial power granting them revelation.

The winged People gradually developed their civilization, erecting magnificent cities with powerful Magic Power.

"To thank God, the Angels decided to pass on this blessing."

The mural's scenes shifted, showcasing the prosperity of the Angels.

Their civilization grew stronger and stronger, their cities detached from the ground, floating mid-air.

It was also during this phase that Angels encountered other intelligent beings—humankind.

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