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

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

The crowd gathered in the square outside the palace to admire this rare sight.

Nobles dressed in sumptuous gowns stand outside the palace, facing the stands in the square. Without saying a word, they raised their heads high, and from time to time there was a hint of contempt in their eyes, and only when they raised their heads and looked at the sky, did they show a trace of solemnity.

In the center of the stands, the knights and ministers stood on their sides, and standing in front of them was a woman.

With curly brownish-red hair, a grim and heroic countenance, and a long cape in her lavish costume for the celebration, she was Catherine, the ruler of the Erathian Empire.

In the sky, the golden light was getting stronger and stronger, and 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 many ministers to be dissatisfied, and they all looked at him sideways, but he ignored them and did not have time to pay attention to them.

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

"Lord Catherine, on the plains outside the city, signs of undead creatures have been found. Judging from the aura of death on their bodies, it should be the lich himself, and there are more than one of them. ”

When the report was made, the guard's face was calm, and even at the mention of the lich who was much higher than him, his expression did not change in the slightest, and he knelt respectfully on the ground, waiting for the queen's reply.

After hearing what he said, Catherine's eyes froze: "I knew that those necromancers would not settle down, and they would definitely find a way to sabotage this ceremony." ”

Seeing that the ministers in the rear looked flustered and unable to maintain their previous composure, Catherine frowned and said, "Settle down, I have already asked General Mogan to lead the blessed knights to guard outside the city, and those necromancers can't get close at all." ”

There seemed to be a kind of power in her words, and all the panicked people, after these words came from their ears, their violently beating hearts gradually calmed down, even the necromancer who attacked seemed not to be afraid at this moment.

At this moment, the people in the square suddenly erupted in cheers, and Catherine followed the voice, only to see that in the sky, the door formed by the condensation of golden light was slowly opening at this time.

A holy light emerged from the door, and with bursts of brilliance, the pure form of the angel emerged, like a god among the clouds, looking down on everything below, but without the slightest arrogance in his eyes.

Anyone can feel a sense of affection in the eyes of this angel, like an old friend who has been separated for a long time, and like a family member who has been separated for many years, and now finally can see each other.

Catherine's eyes narrowed slightly, looking towards the angel above her head, her hands slightly clasped on either side.

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

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

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

Masiah shook his head, a look of pity in his eyes, and when Rowling said this, his thin ears seemed to shone down at this moment.

At this moment, Rowling looked into the distance as if she sensed something.

"What's the itinerary like? Can you tell me? She asked.

"First of all, the angels will meet with the king of Erathia and share the supreme glory with his faithful followers and teach them."

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

"After that, there is the ritual of judgment for the necromancers, so that they can pay for the sins committed in the war, and 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 it has nothing to do with you, and you who refuse to repent will not be able to enjoy the glory of our wait."

Rowling snorted coldly and asked, "Aren't you an elf?" Can the elves also receive the guidance of the angels and become the Holy Spirit, and still study doctrine here? ”

Masaiah shook his head: "A long time ago, there was a sage who bought such an opportunity for the elves at the cost of his own life, and I inherited his power, but it was difficult to inherit his will, if you want to know, 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 they have no time to care about the situation here......"

"What do you want to do?" Hearing Rowling say this, Masiah's expression changed and she asked, "Don't blame me for not reminding you, in the soul state, you can't retain any mana, and if you try to cast a spell, you will only hurt your soul." ”

"I know without you saying it." Rowling replied, "I've been looking for this opportunity, but I didn't expect that the angels relaxed their surveillance of this place until before the ceremony began. ”

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

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

His voice was not loud, but Rowling listened to it in her ears like a thunderclap in her ears, and like a dull bell, deeply imprinted in Rowling's heart.

By the time Rowling came back to her senses, the lightning in her hand had already dissipated, and there were only a few mana fluctuations left around her, and it would take a long time to cast this spell again.

"What did you do? What kind of power is this," Rowling asked, confused.

If you don't understand this special power in Masaiah's body, even if the cooldown time is up, Rowling will cast the spell again, I am afraid that it will be immediately interrupted, and the result will be no different from now.

"I didn't want to use this power, my will is not enough to match this power, and using it rashly now will cause this power to have a gap with my body." Masaiah sighed and said, "But I can't let you escape, and I ask you to wait here in peace, the ceremony will begin soon." ”

As Masiah spoke, Rowling felt the same abnormality again.

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