Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

A holy light descended from the sky, and as the capital of Erasia, Standwick City was shrouded in a sea of ​​celebration.

In the sky, I don't know when a golden door appeared, and a bright staircase appeared among the clouds, descending toward the glorious palace in the city, and the road to the cloud city had already appeared.

The people gathered in the square outside the palace, watching this rare sight.

Aristocrats in luxurious dresses stood on the outside of the palace, facing the stands in the square. Without a word, they raised their heads high, a trace of contempt in their eyes from time to time, only when they raised their heads and looked towards the sky, they showed a trace of solemnity.

In the middle of the stands, the knight and the minister stood side by side, and standing in front of them was the figure of a woman.

She has brown-red curly hair, her face is cold and heroic, and she is dressed in luxurious costumes prepared for the celebration, with a long cloak trailing behind. She is Catherine, the ruler of the Erasian Empire.

In the sky, the golden light became more and more prosperous. Just as everyone was eagerly waiting for the moment when the door opened, suddenly, a guard ran in from the rear in a panic.

The guard's rude and offensive behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of many ministers, who looked at him sideways, but he ignored them and didn't have time to care about them.

He went straight to the queen's side, reporting important matters to her.

"Master Catherine, there are signs of undead creature activity on the plain outside the city. Judging from the death aura on them, it should be a Lich who came here, and there is more than one in number."

When giving the report, the guard looked calm, even if he mentioned the Lich whose rank was much higher than him, his expression did not change. He kneeled on the ground respectfully, waiting for the queen's reply.

After listening to what he said, Catherine's eyes narrowed: "I knew that those Necromancers would not rest in peace, and would definitely find a way to destroy this ceremony."

Seeing the ministers in the rear showing a flustered expression, unable to maintain the calmness of the past, Catherine frowned and said: "Relax, I have already asked General Morgan and the blessed knights to be on guard outside the city. Those necromancers simply cannot near."

There seemed to be a kind of power in her words. After all the flustered people heard these words in their ears, the beating heart gradually calmed down. Even the necromancer who struck was not enough at this moment. For fear.

At this moment, the people on the square suddenly burst into cheers. Catherine followed the fame and saw that the door made of golden light in the sky was slowly opening.

A holy light emerged from the door, and with bursts of brilliance, the pure form of the angel emerged from it. He was like a god among the clouds. Although he looked down at everything below, there was no arrogance in his eyes.

Anyone can feel kindness in the eyes of this angel, like an old friend who has been away for a long time, and the family who has been separated for many years and now finally meets.

Catherine narrowed her eyes and looked at the angel above her head, holding her hands on both sides slightly.

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"The ceremony has already begun, you don't have much time to confess."

In the courtyard in the clouds, Marsiah, dressed in white, said to Rowling.

"I never deny my past, I will never repent of everything I did." Rowling reached in a deep voice.

Marsiah shook his head, with a look of pity in his eyes. Hearing Rowling's words, his sharp ears seemed to shudder at this moment.

At this time, Rowling looked into the distance as if he had sensed something.

"What is the specific schedule of the ceremony? Can you tell me?" she asked.

"First of all, the angel will meet the King of Erathia, and share the supreme glory with the faithful followers and teach them."

He answered in a calm tone, and didn't mind Rowling knowing all this.

"After that, it is the trial ritual for the Necromancer, let them repay the sins committed in the war, you are the last to be judged."

"After the trial, in order to celebrate the victory of the war, there will be a three-day carnival, but that has nothing to do with you. You who refuse to repent will not be able to enjoy the glory of my waiting."

Rowling snorted and asked, "Aren't you an elf? The elf can also accept the guidance of angels and become the Holy Spirit. Can you still study the doctrine here?"

Marsiah shook his head: "A long time ago, there was a saint who bought such an opportunity for the elves at the expense of his own life. I inherited his power, but it is difficult to inherit his will. If you want to understand If you do, I can tell you his story."

"I don't want to know at all." Rowling replied in a deep voice, "According to what you said, the angels should be preparing for the ceremony now, and there is no time to worry about the situation here..."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing Rowling's words, Marsiah's expression changed and asked, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. In the soul state, you can't retain any mana. If you try to cast a spell, it will only Hurt my soul."

"You don't need to tell me that I know." Rowling replied, "I have been looking for this opportunity. I didn't expect the angels to relax their surveillance of this place until the beginning of the ceremony."

As she said, Rowling raised her hand, and a blazing lightning condensed in her hand, "You may not know it, I have mastered a spell that can be used without mana."

Just as Rowling was about to throw lightning, Masaiah's words suddenly came to her ears: "Stop casting spells."

His voice was not loud, but Rowling heard it in his ears, but it was like a thunder blowing in his ears, and it was like a dull bell, deeply imprinted in Rowling's heart.

When Rowling returned to her mind, the lightning in her hand had dissipated, and only a few mana fluctuations remained around her. If she wanted to cast this spell again, she had to wait a long time.

"What did you do? What power is this?" Rowling asked suspiciously.

If you don't understand this special power in Masiah, even if the cooling time is up, Rowling's casting of the spell again will probably be interrupted immediately, and the result will be no different from the current one.

"I didn't want to use this power. My will has not yet reached the level of matching this power. Using it rashly now will create a gap between this power and my body." Marsiah sighed and said, "But I can't let you escape. Please wait here with peace of mind. The ceremony will begin soon."

Following Marsiah's words, Rowling felt the original abnormality again.

Slowly, as if she had forgotten something, she just sat down with a thoughtful look on her face.

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