Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

"You know he was wrong, right? You knew it from the beginning, but you didn't want to admit it."

Among the misty clouds, in a quiet courtyard, a figure dressed in white is talking with another lone figure.

The lonely figure turned his head to the side, ignoring the words of the white-clothed man.

"What about knowing? He will definitely come to save me."

In the mouth of the lonely figure, she muttered these words, her gaze looked towards the empty distance, not knowing what she was staring at.

She is Rowling, to be precise, is the soul of Rowling.

Since the soul was taken away, when Rowling woke up, she was in this sky courtyard. In addition to her, there are many peaceful spirits here.

Every morning, Rowling could hear these spirits chanting hymns aloud, and went to pick up the holy dew condensed in the clouds. They were all bright and peaceful, and they were no longer disturbed by anything.

At noon, the steps of the temple from the clouds to the ground will descend, and devout knights and priests will step into the town on the top of the cloud and receive pure blessings.

Everything around her is incompatible with Rowling’s previous life. She has long been used to sleeping alone on the dark tower when Rod travels, accompanied by the faint flames in the skull candlestick, and death energy permeates every inch of her body, before her eyes. All of this made her feel uncomfortable from the bottom of her heart.

"He won't come."

Not far away, the white-clothed figure denied her words, and at the same time let out a sigh, with a look of compassion in his eyes.

"Without the asylum of Yuk the Wise, Ely Creatures can no longer withstand the next round of the Necromancer's offensive. There is no reason for him to give up his handy victory and instead risk his death to save you."

Hearing what he said, Rowling's face turned pale, she subconsciously pursed her lips, and clasped her hands tightly.

Even Rowling herself couldn't deny the truth of these words. How could Rhode, who looked farther than her and ignored everything, didn't understand?

"He will come to me..."

At the end, Rowling didn't have much confidence in her heart.

She lowered her head deeply and stopped speaking.

On the side, the figure in white sighed deeply: "Poor little girl, your soul is so pure, but your destiny has been deeply changed by the necromancer. All this is his fault. He made you To this step..."

"It has nothing to do with him." Rowling raised her head, her eyes were already flushed, but her gaze was so firm: "Everything I do is my own choice."

In front of the white figure, Rowling has always defended the person in her heart, her will is so firm.

Facing Rowling's words, the figure in white shook his head, and his long and slender ears were shaking with his movements.

"In fact, you are now holy and purified. If you proactively confess your sins during the trial ceremony and repent from the heart, you may have a chance to be forgiven by the angels."

As if thinking of something, the white shadow figure said with pity.

"You are a born hero. There are not many special existences like you in the entire world. As long as you are willing to completely give up your status as a necromancer, the baptism of an angel will give you a new life. You can also protect the world with us and fight against The imminent catastrophe."

"Confession? What's the use of confession? It can neither resurrect the dead, nor change what has happened. What's more, I am his sister, who died in my hands, and I can't even remember it myself. If you understand your sins, you will fall into hell after you die. Are those angels really willing to let me go because of my confession?" Rowling said in disbelief.

The white-clothed figure uttered a holy chant in response to Rowling:

"'Your mercy, compassion on me, and smear my transgressions according to your abundance of compassion. You wash away my sins and purify my sins. You create a pure heart for me, so that there is integrity in me again spirit.'"

Following the words of the figure in white, golden mysterious words appeared all over him.

Rowling had never seen such a sight before, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Child, it is not a shameful thing to admit our sins. Each of us is guilty of sins. The first step to cleansing sins and gaining grace and forgiveness is to repent from the heart."

The golden light enveloped his body, and he was like a faithful shepherd, guiding the lost lamb.

"Thank you for your persuasion." Rowling interrupted his words, "but I will never give up my identity, nor do I need any grace or forgiveness. I will always be his sister, and always will be."

"I look forward to his coming and rescue me from strong enemies, but at the same time, I don't want him to appear, and I don't want him to face those terrible enemies. Perhaps his best choice is to forget forever. I, take Eri completely. Even if he gives me up, I won’t have any complaints. I won’t change my will until death and the moment of coming.”

As if thinking of something, Rowling said in a deep voice, with a trace of loneliness in her eyes.

The figure in white sighed: "You know that hell is never the home of sinners. It is prepared for demons. A determined soul like you will become a terrifying demon once you fall into hell. If you still don’t realize it, Waiting for you, only the soul is thoroughly purified."

Rowling lowered her head without answering.

When the two were talking, in the distance, golden stars cut through the sky and soon appeared in front of them.

The visitor was an angel with long golden hair. She had a feminine appearance and was dressed in bright armor. She looked dignified and noble.

"Marsiah, have you ever made her confess from the bottom of her heart?" Looking at the white figure in front of her, the female angel asked bluntly.

"Master Gabriel, her will is firm, and she is always unwilling to repent." The figure in white replied.

"Why is this?" The female angel furrowed her brows and looked at the Holy Spirit in front of her, "Marsiah, you are a pure and graceful spirit. Let her repent from the heart. It's just a matter of your words."

Under her gaze, Marsiah shook her head: "The confession must come from the depths of a person's heart. I will not change her will for this."

"Get ready as soon as possible. The trial of her will begin soon." The female angel said in a deep voice.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Rowling keenly discovered that there was something wrong, but could not tell what was wrong.

At this moment, she couldn't help but think of Rod in the distance. If Rod was here, she would be able to spot the anomaly.

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