Chapter 1468: Masiah

The holy light descended from the sky, and as the capital of Erathia, the city of Standwick was enveloped in a sea of ​​celebration.

In the sky, at some point, a golden door appeared, and a bright staircase appeared among the clouds, descending towards the glorious palace in the city, and the road leading to the city in the clouds has already appeared.

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

The nobles in luxurious dresses stood outside the palace, on the stands facing the square. They kept their heads up high without saying a word, and there was a trace of contempt in their eyes from time to time. Only when they raised their heads and looked at the sky, did they show a trace of solemnity.

In the center of the stand, 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, a stern yet heroic face, dressed in luxurious costumes prepared for the ceremony, with a long cloak trailing behind, she is Catherine, the ruler of the Erasia Empire.

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

The guard's rude and offensive behavior caused dissatisfaction among many ministers, and they all looked sideways at him, but he ignored it and had no time to care about it.

He came straight to the queen and reported important matters to her.

"My lord Catherine, signs of undead creature activity were found on the plain outside the city. Judging from the death aura on them, it should be the Lich who came personally, and there are more than one of them."

When reporting, the guard's face was calm. Even when he mentioned the Lich whose rank was much higher than him, his expression didn't change a bit. He respectfully knelt on the ground, waiting for the Queen's reply.

After listening to what he said, Catherine focused her eyes: "I knew those necromancers would not be safe, and they would definitely find a way to disrupt this ceremony."

Seeing the flustered expression on the faces of the ministers behind, unable to maintain her usual composure, Catherine frowned and said, "Relax, I have already asked General Morgan to lead the blessed knights to guard outside the city. Those necromancers cannot near."

Her words seemed to contain a kind of power. All the flustered people, after hearing these words in their ears, their beating hearts gradually calmed down. Even the attacking necromancer seemed insufficient at this moment For fear.

At this moment, the people in the square suddenly burst into cheers. Catherine followed the prestige and saw the door made of golden light in the sky.

It is slowly opening at this time.

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 kindness in 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 parted for many years and is finally meeting again.

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

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

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

"I never deny my past, and I will never repent of what I have done." Rowling said in a deep voice.

Masiah shook his head, with a look of pity in his eyes. Hearing what Rowling said, his pointed ears seemed to shrug at this moment.

At this time, Rowling looked into the distance as if she had noticed something.

"What's the exact itinerary for the ceremony? Can you tell me?" she asked.

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

He replied in a calm tone, not minding Rowling knowing all this.

"Afterwards, there will be a trial ceremony for the necromancers, and let them pay for the sins they committed during the war. You will be 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. If you refuse to repent, you will not be able to enjoy our glory."

Rowling snorted coldly and asked, "Aren't you an elf? An elf can also accept the guidance of an angel and become a holy spirit. Are you still studying the 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 was difficult to inherit his will. If you want to understand 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?" Hearing what Rowling said, Masaiah's expression changed, and she asked, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you can't keep any mana in the state of your soul. If you try to cast a spell, you will only hurt your own soul."

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

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

Just when 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 Rowling listened to it, it was like a thunderbolt exploding in his ears, and it was like a dull bell, deeply imprinted in Rowling's heart.

When Rowling came back to her senses, the lightning in her hand had dissipated, and only a little mana fluctuation remained around. It would take a long time to cast this spell again.

"What did you do? What kind of power is this?" Rowling asked in amazement.

If she didn't understand the special power of Masiah, even if the cooling time expired, Rowling would probably be interrupted when she cast another spell, and the result would be the same as now.

"I didn't want to use this power at first. My will has not matched this power. If I use it rashly now, there will be a gap between this power and my body." Masiah sighed and said, "But I can't let you escape, please wait here with peace of mind, the ceremony will start soon."

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

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

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