Chapter 1469

The holy light is coming down from the sky. As the capital of erasia, the city of standwick is enveloped in a sea of celebration.

In the sky, I don't know when a golden door appeared. The bright steps appeared in the clouds, descending towards the brilliant palace in the city. The road to the city in the clouds has already appeared.

People gathered in the square outside the palace to look forward to this rare sight.

The nobles, dressed in luxurious gowns, stood on the outside of the palace, on the grandstand facing the square. Without saying a word, they raised their heads high, with a trace of contempt under their eyes. Only when they raised their heads and looked at the sky, could they show a trace of solemnity.

In the middle of the stand, the knight and the minister stand on their sides, and standing in front of them is the figure of a woman.

She is Catherine, the ruler of the Erathian empire. She has brown red curly hair, a cold and heroic face, and is dressed in luxurious costumes for the celebration, with a long Cape trailing behind.

In the sky, the golden light is more and more prosperous. Just as people are waiting for the door to open, suddenly, a guard runs in from behind in a panic.

The rude and offensive behavior of the bodyguard caused the dissatisfaction of many ministers, and they all looked at him sideways. However, he ignored it and didn't have time to care about it.

He went straight to the queen and told her something important.

"Lord Catherine, there are signs of the activities of the dead on the plain outside the city. From the smell of death on them, it should be the lich, and the number is more than one. "

At the time of reporting, the bodyguard's face was calm. Even if he mentioned that the rank was much higher than his lich, his expression did not change. He half knelt respectfully, waiting for the Queen's reply.

After hearing what he said, Catherine's eyes were fixed: "I knew those necromancers would not be at ease. They would try to destroy the ceremony."

Seeing that the minister in the rear was flustered and unable to maintain her old composure, Catherine frowned and said, "take it easy. I've already asked general Mogan to lead the blessed knights to guard outside the city. Those necromancers can't get close at all."

There seems to be a kind of power in her words. After all the flustered people hear these words, their heart gradually calms down. Even the attacking necromancer is not afraid at this moment.

At this moment, the people in the square suddenly burst out a burst of cheers. Catherine walked along the road and saw that the door, which was condensed by the golden light in the sky, was slowly opening.

Holy light emerged from the door, accompanied by bursts of brilliance, from which the angel's pure body emerged. He was like a God in the clouds. Although he looked down on everything below, there was no arrogance in his eyes.

Anyone can feel a burst of warmth from the angel's eyes, just like an old friend who has been away for a long time, or a family member who has been separated for many years and is finally able to meet now.

Catherine's eyes narrowed slightly and she looked at the angel above her head, her hands clasped slightly.

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"The ceremony has begun. You don't have much time to repent."

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

"I never deny my past. I will never repent of what I have done." Rowling reached the top of her voice.

Marcia shook her head with a look of pity in her eyes. His thin ears seemed to shrug at Rowling's words.

At this time, Rowling seemed to be aware of something and looked into the distance.

"What is the specific itinerary of the ceremony? Can you tell me? " She asked.

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

He replied in a calm tone, and didn't mind Rowling knowing it.

"After that, there will be a trial ceremony for the necromancers, asking them to repay the sins committed in the war. You are the last one 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. You who refuse to repent can not enjoy our glory."

Rowling snorted and asked, "aren't you an elf? Can the spirit also accept the guidance of the angel, become the Holy Spirit, and still study the doctrine here? "

Marcia shook his head: "a long time ago, there was a saint who bought such an opportunity for the spirit at the cost of his own life. I inherited his strength, but it is 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, now those angels should be preparing for the ceremony, and have no time to worry about the situation here..."

"What do you want to do?" Hearing Rowling say this, Marcia changed her face and asked, "don't blame me for not reminding you that you can't keep any mana value in the state of soul. If you try to cast a spell, you will only hurt your soul."

"You don't have to say I know." Rowling replied, "I've been looking for this opportunity, but it wasn't until before the ceremony that the angels relaxed their surveillance here."

With that, Rowling raised her hand, and a blazing flash of lightning gathered in her hand. "You may not know, I have mastered a spell that can be cast without mana value."

Just as Rowling was about to throw the lightning, Marcia's words came to her ear: "stop casting."

His voice is not loud and clear, but Rowling will listen to it in the ear, but like a thunder in the ear, and like a dull bell, deeply imprinted into Rowling's heart.

When Rowling comes back to herself, the lightning in her hand has dissipated, and there are only a few mana fluctuations left around. It will take a long time to cast this spell again.

"What did you do? "What's the power?" Rowling asked suspiciously.

If you don't understand the special power of Marcia, even if the cooldown time is up, Rowling's spell will be interrupted immediately. The result is no different from now.

"I didn't want to use this power. My will hasn't matched this power. If I use it rashly now, there will be a gap between this power and my body." Marcia sighed and said, "but I can't let you escape. Please wait here. The ceremony will start soon."

With Marcia's words, Rowling felt the original abnormality again.

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