Necromancer: Becoming a God from a Lord

Not long after the sun set over the mountain, the curfew alarm bells were sounded in Blackstone City.

This was a night ban only for civilians living in the city, and it did not restrict the large number of spellcasters and church trial troops living in the city. As the offensive of the demons weakened, even ordinary nobles and wealthy businessmen doing business here could travel freely in the city after the curfew with the purchased passes.

The main base of the Church of Glory in Blackstone City is the parish where the Blackstone Cathedral is located, and the two areas of the Vatican military camp where the trial troops are stationed. They are separated from the magic district where spellcasters live by a central street, and they seem to have nothing to do with each other.

In addition, the church has also established several small churches in the market area where taverns and shops are lined up, the administrative district where the coalition headquarters is located, and the lower street and city gate area where civilians live, for the daily prayers and weekly worship of the huge number of believers in the city.

The high-ranking priest Tyrion White is the chief priest of the Lower Street Church in Blackstone City. He is responsible for leading the priests and deacons of the church in the area to spread the faith and glory of the God of Light to the general public in this area.

This is an extremely lucrative job. If it weren't for Tyrion being the direct confidant of Bishop Franklin of Blackstone Cathedral, he wouldn't be able to get involved in the civilian living area with the most believers in the city. Moreover, he doesn't have to go out of the city to assist the Judgment Army in fighting the demons day and night. It can be said to be a comfortable nest suitable for retirement.

After all, Tyrion is already an old man in his sixties. Compared with the combat priests in the church who are more proficient in offensive divine arts, a priest like him was originally not qualified to be promoted to a high-ranking position. It was all thanks to his decades of being very good at scheming in dealing with people that he successfully climbed up the big tree of Bishop Franklin.

"Lord Tyrion, the children sent by Baron Potter have been sent to the Archbishop as you requested..." The deacon leaned close to his ear and reported softly with his waist bent.

Tyrion nodded with satisfaction. He personally selected the children with fair skin and good looks, which would surely satisfy Bishop Franklin.

"It is an honor for these children to meet the Archbishop in person and listen to his teachings and prayers... May the glory of our Lord shine on them forever."

The deacon saluted with his hands on his chest, and then added in a low voice, "The child named Lodi has been sent to your villa in advance..." After that, he bent down and stepped back a few steps, turned around and left the study.

Tyrion raised his lips and chuckled inaudibly, then stood up from the soft sofa and poured himself a glass of wine as clear and pure as a ruby. This was the "holy blood wine" that the winery under the name of the church specially supplied to the Blackstone City Diocese. Ordinary priests and the Judgment Army were not qualified to enjoy it at will, and Tyrion's rank of chief priest was certainly not among them.

In addition to performing his duties to the Bishop of the Blackstone Cathedral on a regular basis, he rarely left the diocese he was in charge of. On the one hand, he had no mission to go out to fight, and on the other hand, he was content with pleasure.

As long as the Holy See was still in Blackstone City and the Federation, his church would never lack nobles and wealthy businessmen who took the initiative to visit. If they wanted to run their own power and industry in the Evil Moon Mountains and Blackstone City, it would be much more convenient to seek help from the church than to deal with those wizards who were not familiar with worldly affairs.

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Tyrion White is not a combat priest of the Ascetic sect, so he does not live in the church on a daily basis, but has a comfortable separate residence nearby. However, when he wants to relax and enjoy himself occasionally, he still prefers to go to another courtyard far away from the church.

It seems that as long as he stays away from the church, he can avoid the gaze of the gods he believes in, and slightly alleviate the guilt and shame in his heart caused by indulging in desires.

On the carriage leaving the church for the courtyard, the personal deacon asked him in a low voice at the right time: "Sir, regarding the matter of Baron Potter's fiefdom...how should we deal with and respond?"

Tyrion leaned back on the seat back in the carriage, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, recalling the valuable offerings that Baron Potter had sent over the past period of time, and then spoke slowly: "Mr. Baron's temporary tax increase due to poor harvests should not have been ours...but since believers are involved, we...can only come forward to help him out with reluctance."

These low-level nobles whose fiefdoms and property are not rich are always so short-sighted and greedy. They keep a close eye on the meager profits produced from their own small piece of land all day long, and they will find ways to make up for the slightest loss from other places.

Last winter, the snowstorm in the west delayed the spring ploughing. Most of the small nobles' fields were facing a poor harvest and tenant farmers' rent cuts. At this time, the nobles had to temporarily increase taxes to make up for the output losses of their private fields.

If it was just ordinary untouchables who gathered to make trouble, it would be fine. In Baron Porter's fiefdom, there were several small landlords who were retired knights who took the lead in resisting taxes, which made the public sentiment turbulent and uncontrollable.

"Send a team of knights of the Judgment Army to talk to those devout knights of my lord separately, and cooperate with the local priests and pastors to mediate, so that they will not be forced by the common people to openly confront the nobles... If necessary, some extraordinary measures can be used."

During the conversation, they soon arrived at the courtyard on the lower street. The young deacon returned to his room very consciously and no longer disturbed the chief priest to enjoy his private relaxation time.

After taking a shower and changing clothes under the service of the waiter, Tyrion came to the luxurious master bedroom suite on the second floor. When he opened the door, he saw a pure white priest robe standing next to the sofa in the living room. The boy with a hemp rope that represents the identity of a monk was looking tremblingly at the priest who was pushing the door open.

The boy had pure black hair slightly curly and a fair and elegant face. The priest robe he put on his body was obviously not very suitable and was a little wider.

Tyrion narrowed his eyes, walked to the sofa and sat down, and asked in a warm voice: "Child, how old are you this year?"

The boy replied timidly, "Sir, I... I just turned thirteen."

"Haha, the children nowadays are developing so fast, they grow so tall at such a young age..." The priest sighed with a smile, and waved to the boy, "Come here, sit at my feet... chat with me chat."

A trace of undetectable disgust flashed in the boy's eyes, but he still walked to Tyrion as he spoke, sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the sofa, and endured the other person's thin palm slowly stroked the dense curly hair above his head. .

"Child, where are you living in? Which pastor baptized you?"

The boy's voice was clear and his tone was a little confused, "Your Excellency... I, I am not baptized, my parents are not believers, we... we did not live in the parish in the past."

The old priest paused his palm and slowly left the boy's head. An inaudible chuck seemed to be heard in his throat, and a hint of excitement, "Is that right? You and your family have never suffered from my lord before. The glory? Tsk tsk tsk, it's such a pity..."

He stood up, took out two things from the bookcase in the living room, turned around and looked at the boy sitting cross-legged on the carpet, "Then, let me complete the ritual of preaching and baptism for you..."

The boy then saw that he was holding a thick church scripture in one hand, but strangely holding a wooden ruler in the other hand.

"Recite the sacred scriptures with me and feel the glory and grace of my Lord, but be careful. If you pronounce a word wrong, you will be punished by the ruler... Do you understand?"

After saying that, he walked forward, pressed the long ruler against the hemp rope around the boy's waist, and chuckled, "Now, you need to take off your robe and be naked, be honest with yourself completely before my Lord, and don't resist at all. ”

The boy's mouth twitched, he stood up and retreated repeatedly, his head shaking like a rattle.

Tyrion's gentle expression that he had maintained changed instantly, and he said in a deep voice with a cold face: "Be obedient, don't let me move. If you don't want to obey, I'll take you to the basement later. Humph, you will eat More bitterness.”

Tyrion spoke while loosening the belt of his nightgown, revealing his thin and old body slowly approaching the boy huddled in the corner.

But suddenly he heard a rhythmic light knock at the door of the living room, which immediately interrupted the game of forced force that made him extremely excited. He couldn't help frowning and said angrily: "Who is it? I haven't told me to do it. , don't bother me?"

The waiter's response came from outside the door, "Mr. Tyrion, I'll send you the holy blood wine and hot tea to help you sleep..."

The priest hurriedly tied his robe with his belt, walked to the door and muttered, "I don't remember asking you to bring me wine..."

Unscrew the door and found that it was a strange man's face. He was not wearing the waiter's clothes, nor was he holding any wine in his hand. Instead, he held a crystal gem flowing with light, and immediately captured all of Tyrion's. mind.

Soul-catching stone...not good! Tyrion had only time to flash this thought in his mind, and he immediately fell into a state of confusion. After staggering for two steps, he fell to the ground, watching the strange man enter the room sideways and cover it up gently. Door.

The man ignored the main priest of the church who fell to the ground, and did not give the boy who was huddled in the corner of the wall. Instead, he quickly walked to the window and pushed open the window page. A sudden gust of wind swept a figure into the room immediately.

The man holding the soul-sucking stone slowly walked to Tyrion, squatted down, hovered the gem in his hand before his eyes, and chuckled and said, "Good evening, Lord Tyrion, take the initiative to disturb him." We are sorry to be on your night missionary.”

Tyrion forced his mind to gather his mind, but found that his body gradually became cold and stiff, and it seemed that a piece of ice was stuffed into his throat, which made it extremely difficult for him to even speak.

"You... are spellcasters? Why...attack me? Was the Federation...instructed?"

Another man in black robe who was swept into the room by the strong wind sneered, "United Nations? Spellcaster? No, no, the church will not find any traces of the spellcaster attack in your room, and will be searched by the Soul-Seeing Stone After the soul, you will only become an old idiot who cannot even control excretion. Maybe you will choke to death in your vomit before dawn…”

A panic flashed through Tyrion's eyes, and he squeezed out angry words from his throat again, "Damn... Damn evil wizards! You actually... dare to make it public, attack the church in Black Rock... High-level... High-level... The priest and the use of the soul-catching stones that the union prohibits are really... so blasphemous!”

The man squatting beside him curled his lips, put his fingers together against his eyebrows, and began to recite the spell quickly and silently. He stared at Tyrion's eyes, and his pupils quickly turned into a rapidly rotating vortex.

Tyrion trembled violently, and his eyes rolled over and his mouth and nose began to gush out of white foam. At the critical moment of life and death, he finally controlled his stiff fingers and pressed a small spike on the ring hard, poking it Break the rough fingertips.

A blazing light suddenly flew out of the ring, hitting the mysterious man who was almost close to his face. After a buzzing sound, the illusory shield that instantly emerged around the man shattered, forcing him to interrupt his casting. The curse takes a few steps back.

The lights in the room were dim, and the darkness in the corner of the door suddenly started to squirm like life.

The mysterious man standing in front of the window waved a wind blade and flew toward the dark corner of the wall. The wind blade disappeared silently like a mud bull entering the sea, which instead triggered the darkness to spread rapidly.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

A figure suddenly appeared in the wriggling darkness, as if it was separated from the darkness, highlighting and condensing without warning.

The figure bowed and dragged out a afterimage, holding a sharp short sword with silver light in his hand, stabbing hard at the throat of the man in black beside Tyrion!

The terrifying speed made him cross less than five meters in an instant, approaching the attacker, and the short sword stabbed out with one hand pierced the opponent's throat without any deviation.

The figure did not feel the touch of the sword tip piercing the skin, nor did he see the sudden gushing blood, but instead noticed a sudden wave of magic power.

The man stabbed by the dagger instantly broke like a glass mirror, cracking into several pieces.

Mid-level arcane magic "mirror defense"!

Two wind blades flew straight towards the figure in the darkness, forcing him to roll and avoid, and were forced to escape from the rich darkness behind him, showing a real figure, which turned out to be the one who was following him. The young sacrifice around Leon.

"Aside from the church priest who is not even a fighting priest, there is a high-level judge of the Judgment Army who awakens the dark bloodline at any time... Haha, it's really interesting!"

After shattering like lenses, the man who reappeared in a corner of the room sneered.

Standing by the window, Matthews didn't say anything, and controlled the wind blade released in his hand to continuously slash the target, gradually compressing his dodging space and gradually retreating back to the corner.

The young assistant god frowned slightly, and threw out three identical short blades from his waist, quickly extinguishing the few candles in the room, and his body quickly blurred and tried to reintegrate into the darkness.

Matthews's mind moved, stopped manipulating the wind blade, closed his hands and pushed forward, and a biting wave of icy wind and waves swept across the room.

The intermediate elemental magic "Extremely Cold Breath".

The young assistant god's figure who had just disappeared into the darkness suddenly staggered again. The wind and waves blew on his gradually stiff body, making his movements as slow as if he was trapped in a quagmire.

If you cannot get close to these spellcasters, you will not be able to use the strongest ability of the Dark Bloodline to "annihilate". It seems that you can only give up the Tyrion Priest and find a way to escape alone from the two high-level spellcasters, and go to the Black Stone Cathedral as soon as possible to Your Excellency the Archbishop warned.

He tried hard to maintain his dark form, raised his hand and crushed a radiant amulet hanging on his neck. A soft sacred light fell from the sky, completely covering him, and his body briefly recovered his consciousness.

But the holy light also repelled his dark bloodline, and a violent burning sensation came from his skin, but he endured the pain and rolled closer to the window, and the hope of escape was right in front of him.

Suddenly, he felt a stinging pain from his waist. He suddenly turned around in shock. The young boy who had fainted and leaned against the corner of the window suddenly woke up and was smiling and sending a cold dagger into his waist. , and brutally twisted around while the two of them were close to each other.

The young assistant god finally couldn't help but let out a miserable howl, let go of the short sword in his hand, and pressed his palms hard toward the boy's neck. He wanted to use the "Annihilation" blood talent to die with this despicable backstabarian.

But before he could get in touch with the other party, the boy held the dagger and pressed his waist with his hands suddenly burst out with a dazzling lightning.

The silver-white light burst out and exploded, like a solid plasma running around his body. Before he could let out his last scream, his whole body exploded suddenly, and the charred and dry piece of meat cracked and fell, and it turned out to be a drop. The blood did not splash out.

The plasma did not seem to have stopped because of this. After losing the load of flesh and blood, it quickly spread to the entire room, turning the luxuriously decorated bedroom into a terrifying battlefield filled with current and fire.

The two fellow casters cast spells repeatedly, putting powerful defensive magic on themselves, and could not resist the violent attack of lightning range. The charred hair was raised up all over their bodies, and they couldn't help but curse.

The young boy's bones were clattering and his body deformed, twisted and swollen at an extremely fast speed, returning to his tall and strong figure.

It turned out to be the high-level elemental mage Fair Hoden!

He pulled the throne of the priest who was not fit, and laughed a little embarrassedly, "Damn it, the first time I used this magic, I was so embarrassed to not control the power and attack range..."

Matthews, whose face was charred, had his mouth twitched. He took out a sheepskin scroll from his arms and threw it to his companion who disguised himself as a waiter at the beginning, so that he could start to arrange the scene as soon as possible.

Fer Holden grabbed the broken hemp belt on his robe, pointed at the high-ranking priest Tyrion White who was lying on the ground and had lost his life due to the magic, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Can't you find me a pair of pants first? I don't understand, I can assassinate this guy directly, but I have to disguise myself, and in such a disgusting identity..."

Matthews rolled his eyes unhappily, "If not, how can we lure out the dark knight lurking beside him? If you hadn't failed to control the power of the magic, we could have saved Tyrion's life and forced him to tell us the inside story of Duncan's case! Now everything is messed up!"

Fer Holden smiled embarrassedly, scratched his head, and watched Matthews' companion pierce Tyrion White's chest with a sharp knife, and drew on the wall with the blood that had not yet cooled.

"Is this the method you came up with to disguise the scene? What's the use of this ghostly talisman?"

Matthews came close to Fair and whispered: "Through the introduction of Mr. Kel'Thuzad, I got a magic circle pattern of the demon summoning ceremony from Mr. Mind Hunter. Just by arranging the scene, we can shift the direction of the church's investigation to... the demon sacrifice incident they encountered in the Evil Moon Mine not long ago."

Fair was stunned and asked in disbelief: "What? How can Mr. Kel'Thuzad be related to demon sacrifice? Is the member named Mind Hunter in the forum actually a cult member of the demon faith?"

As the magic circle drawn with blood was gradually completed, a strong sulfur smell began to permeate the air, mixed with some strange panting sounds, and it seemed that something alive was slowly crawling in the darkness, which made people feel chilling.

The magical fluctuations of various spells that were originally in the room quickly dissipated, leaving only the corpse of the priest with a sharp blade stuck in his chest and the charred body fragments of the Bloodline Knight that had collapsed on the ground...