The holy light descended from the sky, and as the capital of Erathia, Standwick City was shrouded in a sea of celebration.
In the sky, a golden door appeared at some point. In front of the door, a bright staircase appeared in the clouds, stretching downwards to connect to the glorious palace in the city. The road to Cloud City has already appeared.
People gathered in the square outside the palace to admire this rare sight.
Nobles in luxurious attire stood outside the palace, on the stands facing the square. They said nothing, raised their heads high, and showed a trace of contempt in their eyes from time to time. Only when they raised their heads and looked at the sky, a trace of contempt was revealed.
Solemnly.
In the center of the stands, knights and ministers stood side by side, and standing in front of them was the figure of a woman.
She has brown-red curly hair, a cold yet heroic face, and wears luxurious clothes prepared for the celebration, with a long cloak trailing behind. She is Catherine, the ruler of the Erathian Empire.
In the sky, the golden light grew stronger and stronger. Just as everyone was eagerly awaiting the moment the door opened, suddenly, a guard ran in from behind in a panic.
The guard's rude and offensive behavior aroused the dissatisfaction of many ministers, who all looked sideways at him, but he ignored it and had no time to care about it.
He went straight to the queen, knelt down on one knee, and reported important matters to her.
"Lady Catherine, there are signs of undead creature activity on the plains outside the city. Judging from the death aura on their bodies, it seems that the lich is here, and there are more than one."
When reporting, the guard looked calm. Even when he mentioned the lich who was much higher than him, his expression did not change at all. He half-knelt on the ground respectfully, waiting for the queen's reply.
After listening to what he said, Catherine's eyes narrowed: "I knew those necromancers would not be peaceful and would definitely find a way to destroy this ceremony."
Seeing the panic on the faces of the ministers at the rear, unable to maintain their usual composure, Catherine frowned and said, "Relax, I have already asked General Morgan to lead the blessed knights to be on guard outside the city. Those necromancers are unable to do so.
Close."
Her words seemed to contain a kind of power. After hearing these words, all the panicked people gradually calmed down their violently beating hearts. Even if the attacker was a lich, it was not enough at this moment.
Fear.
At this moment, the people in the square suddenly burst into cheers. Catherine looked out and saw that the door made of golden light in the sky was slowly opening.
Holy light emerged from the door, and with bursts of brilliance, the pure figure 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 a sense of intimacy from the eyes of this angel, like an old friend who has been away for a long time, or like a family member who has been separated for many years and now finally meets.
Catherine narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the angel above her head, and slowly clasped her hands beside her.
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"The ceremony has already begun, you don't have much time to repent."
In the courtyard in the cloud, Masiah, dressed in white clothes, said to Luo Lin.
"I never deny my past, and I will never regret anything I have done." Rowling replied in a deep voice.
When Massiah heard what Rowling said, he shook his head, with a look of pity in his eyes, and his pointed ears seemed to curl down at this moment.
At this time, Luo Lin seemed to notice something and looked into the distance.
"What is the specific itinerary of the ceremony? Can you tell me?" she asked.
"First, the angels will meet with the king of Erathia, share the supreme glory with the followers of firm faith, and give them teachings."
He answered in a calm tone, not minding letting Rowling know all this.
"After that, there will be a trial ceremony for the necromancers to make them pay for the sins they committed during the war. You will be the last to be judged."
"After the trial, there will be a three-day carnival to celebrate the victory of the war, but that has nothing to do with you anymore. If you are unwilling to repent, you will not be able to enjoy our glory."
Rowling snorted coldly and asked: "Aren't you an elf? Elves can also accept the guidance of angels and become the Holy Spirit. Are you still studying doctrine here?"
Masiah shook his head: "A long time ago, there was a saint who bought such an opportunity for the elves at the cost of his own life. I inherited his power, but it is difficult to inherit his will. If you want to know
If so, 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, those angels should be preparing for the ceremony now and have no time to worry about the situation here..."
"What do you want to do?" After hearing what Rowling said, Masiah's expression changed and asked, "Don't blame me for not reminding you that you cannot retain any mana in the soul state. If you try to cast a spell, you will only
Hurt your own soul."
"I know this without you having to tell me." Rowling replied, "I have been looking for this opportunity, but I didn't expect that the angels relaxed their surveillance here until just before the ceremony started."
As she spoke, Luo Lin raised her hand, and a blazing lightning condensed in her hand, "You may not know, but I have mastered a spell that can be cast without mana."
Just as Rowling was about to throw the lightning, Masiah's words suddenly came to her ears: "Stop casting spells."
His voice was not loud, but when Luo Lin heard it, it was like thunder exploding in her ears, and like a dull bell, it was deeply imprinted in Luo Lin's heart.
By the time Luo Lin came back to her senses, the lightning in her hand had dissipated, and only some mana fluctuations remained around her. If she wanted to cast this spell again, she would have to wait for a long time.
"What did you do? What kind of power is this?" Rowling asked in surprise.
If one does not understand the special power of Masiah, even if the cooldown time is up and Rowling casts the spell again, it will probably be interrupted immediately, and the result will be no different from now.
"I didn't want to use this power. My will is not strong enough to match this power. If I use it rashly now, it will create a gap between this power and my body." Masaya sighed and said, "But
I can't let you escape, so please wait here with peace of mind, the ceremony will start soon."
Following Masiah's words, Rowling felt the same abnormality again.
Slowly, as if she had forgotten something, she sat down with a thoughtful look on her face.