Heroes And Invincible Undead Magic God

Facing the trial of the blonde angel, Felitz sneered with his wounds all over, and spit on the ground disdainfully.

"Go to hell, you hypocritical Elasias!"

"You never had the slightest repentance in your heart. I sentenced your soul to complete silence."

The blond angel said loudly, with a unique majesty in his words.

The golden light was released from the blade in his hand, and the light condensed into substance, turning into a flame that burned the soul.

Under the burning of this ray of light, before Ferritz could say a word, his body was turned to ashes, and even his soul was burned.

The human jailer was taken aback and swallowed subconsciously. Seeing the blond angel's gaze came again, he hurried to the next necromancer and said:

"This is Aslan Kim. He was originally a resident of Chetham, but he took refuge in the liches and betrayed the news of the evacuation of the residents of the city. As a result, nearly 10,000 residents of Chetham did not survive, and he He was also rewarded by the Lich and became a Necromancer."

The blond angel raised the blade and placed it on Aslan's head steadily. Before speaking, Aslan said:

"I am deeply aware of my mistakes and confessed all my actions. I am very sorry for those who died..."

Aslan's tone was sad, even a few tears squeezed out of his eyes, and it seemed that he had completely regretted it.

However, looking at Aslan in front of him, there was a bit of anger in the eyes of the blond angel.

"You are lying. You have never felt any indebtedness in your heart, and you are even proud of your identity as a necromancer. Lies make your crimes even higher, and your soul will fall into hell, and be with the devil forever."

As he said, the blonde angel waved his hand and opened a bright yellow portal in front of Aslan. At the end of the portal, flames and magma were waiting for him.

Aslan tremblingly looked at the scene inside the portal, and wailed begging for mercy: "Great angel, I realized my mistake, please give me another chance..."

"You never realize your sinfulness, and you will never really repent. All evil should be eradicated."

The blond angel said loudly, and immediately sent Aslan into the portal.

The portal closed slowly. After Aslan disappeared, the human jailer introduced the next necromancer. The trial ceremony proceeded in an orderly manner.

At this moment, in the cloud city above the sky, the pure white Holy Spirit also saw the situation below.

"The trial has already begun, and it is the archangel himself who is executing the trial. He cannot tolerate any evil in his eyes. It seems that it will not be long before it will be your turn to play."

Marsia said slowly, and he looked at Rowling on the side with an earnest look in his eyes.

"This will be your last chance. As long as you repent from the bottom of your heart, you can get salvation and grace."

However, Rowling shook her head: "I told you a long time ago that I will not confess for the past. Everything is my own choice."

Marsiah sighed and said, "You still have hope in your heart. Are you waiting for him to save you? Unfortunately, he won't come."

At this moment, Rowling seemed to perceive something. Her gaze looked at somewhere in the city. In the state of her soul, her heart, which hadn't had any waves for a long time, was also beating violently at this moment.

Rowling felt a familiar breath, which was that no matter where she was taken, she would find her breath.

Rowling looked calm and replied: "Who knows..."

When the two were talking, a pure white portal appeared in front of Masaiah.

"It's your turn to play, the archangel has completed the trial of other necromancers." Masaiya said.

Knowing that it is useless to resist, Rowling walked slowly towards this portal.

Before entering, Marsiah sighed and whispered to her: "'You have to guard your heart, better than keeping everything, because the effect of life comes from the heart.'"

The golden text enveloped Marsiah's body, and Rowling looked at him suspiciously, but didn't understand what he meant.

After passing through the portal, Rowling came to the stands in the center of the square. Except for two crying necromancers and a few well-equipped jailers, there was only one angel shrouded in radiance.

On the square, densely populated people were watching her, guessing about her and the identity of Marsiah behind her.

"This...this is..."

When he noticed Rowling who suddenly appeared, the human jailer didn't know her identity, and was a little nervous for a while.

"You don't know her identity, and you don't know the serious sin she has committed." The blond angel said slowly, and the human jailer suddenly felt as if he had received some kind of power blessing, and his heart settled down.

"Holy Spirit, let her tell her sins." Looking at Marsiah who appeared with Rowling, the blond angel ordered.

"Yes, holy archangel." Marsiah replied respectfully, and then looked at Rowling on the side, with a trace of unbearableness in her eyes, "To all the people on the square, speak out all the sins you have committed. , And your confession."

There seemed to be an irresistible force in Masaiah's words. At this moment, Rowling's own consciousness was irrelevant, and she could not help acting in accordance with Masaiah's words.

Under the gaze of all the creatures in the field, Rowling opened her mouth tremblingly, and said the deepest thoughts in her heart:

"I have a serious sin on my shoulders. I killed people. The number is not measurable by a town. I killed these people and transformed them into undead creatures. In addition, I will also teach the necromancers secrets and let them Join the battle and create more deaths. I let my brother's actions allow him to destroy the happy lives of many people."

Rowling tried to shut her mouth and said nothing, but it was of no avail. A special force controlled her and made her do things that were impossible before.

On the stands, Catherine wrapped her arms in front of her. She looked at Marsia in the field, her brows furrowed, and a solemn expression appeared in her eyes.

Controlled by this special power, Rowling did not give up. She knew that these angels wanted to make herself confess, but she herself had no such thoughts.

"I know the sins on my body. Maybe I have long been a bad guy with the worst sins, but I will never confess for these sins. If all this can allow my brother to fulfill his wish, even if I was abandoned by the gods and accused by thousands of people, I am also willing. Nothing can change my will. Even if everything is done from scratch, I will still make the same choice."

She said firmly with a look, as religious as a praying believer.

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