Invincible Hero of Necromancer Chapter 1468: Masaiah

Holy light falls from the sky, and the city of Standwick, the capital of Erathia, is enveloped in a sea of ​​festivities.

In the sky, I do not know when a golden door appeared, and a dazzling staircase appeared in the clouds, descending towards the glorious palace in the city, and the road leading to the city in the cloud had already appeared.

Crowds gathered in the square outside the palace to admire the rare sight.

Nobles in luxurious dresses, standing outside the palace, facing the stands of the square. They didn't say a word, raised their heads high, and there was a hint of contempt in their eyes from time to time.

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, and is dressed in luxurious costumes for the celebration, with a long cloak dragging behind her. She is Catherine, the ruler of the Erathian Empire.

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

The rude and offensive behavior of the guards aroused the dissatisfaction of many ministers, who looked sideways at him, but he ignored them and had no time to care about them.

He went straight to the Queen, reporting important matters to her.

"Lord Catherine, on the plain outside the city, signs of the activity of undead creatures have been found. Judging from the aura of death on them, it should be the Lich, and there are more than one in number."

When the report was made, the guard's expression was calm. Even if he mentioned the lich whose rank was much higher than him, his expression did not change at all. He kneeled on the ground respectfully, waiting for the queen's reply.

After hearing what he said, Catherine's eyes narrowed: "I knew that those necromancers would not be safe and would definitely try to disrupt this ceremony."

Seeing the panicked expressions on the ministers behind, unable to maintain her usual composure, Catherine frowned and said, "Relax, I have already asked General Morgan and the blessed knights to be on guard outside the city, those undead souls. Mage can't get close at all."

Her words seemed to contain a kind of power. After hearing these words in the ears of all the panic people, their hearts that were beating violently gradually calmed down. It doesn't seem to be too scary.

At this moment, the people in the square suddenly burst into cheers. Catherine followed the sound and saw that in the sky, the door made of golden rays of light was slowly opening at this time.

Holy light emerges from the door, accompanied by bursts of brilliance, the pure figure of the angel emerges from it. He is like a **** among the clouds. Although he looks down at everything below, there is no arrogance in his eyes.

Anyone can feel a sense of kindness in this angel's eyes, like an old friend who has been separated for a long time, and a family member who has been separated for a long time, and is now finally able to meet.

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

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"The ceremony has begun, and 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, and I will never repent for what I have done." Rowling reached in a deep voice.

Marsia shook her head, with a look of pity in her eyes. Hearing Rowling's words, his slender ears seemed to shrug at this moment.

At this time, Rowling looked into the distance as if aware of something.

"What's the exact schedule of the ceremony? Can you tell me?" she asked.

"First, the angels will meet the king of Erathia, and share the glory of the supreme to the staunch followers of the faith, and teach them."

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

"After that, there is the trial ceremony for the necromancers, so that they can pay for 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 that has nothing to do with you. You who refuse to repent will not be able to enjoy the glory of my waiting."

Rowling snorted coldly and asked, "Aren't you an elves? Elves can also be guided by angels, become holy spirits, and still study doctrine here?"

Masaiah shook her 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 I can tell you his story if you want to know."

"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 Rowling say this, Marcia's expression changed and she asked, "Don't blame me for not reminding you that you can't keep any mana in your soul state, if you try to cast spells , will only hurt your own soul."

"I don't need you to tell me." Rowling replied, "I've been looking for this opportunity, but it wasn't until the ceremony that the angels relaxed their surveillance here."

Speaking, Rowling raised her hand, a blazing lightning 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, she heard Marcia's words: "Stop casting spells."

His voice was not loud, but when Rowling listened to it, it was like a sound of thunder exploding in her ear, and it was like a dull bell ~IndoMTL.com~ deeply imprinted on Rowling's heart.

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

"What did you do? What power is this?" Rowling asked in disbelief.

If you don't understand the special power of Masaiah, even if the cooldown time is up, Rowling will cast the spell again, I am afraid it will be interrupted immediately, 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. If I use it rashly now, it will create a gap between this power and my body." Marcia sighed and said , "But I can't let you escape, please wait here in peace, the ceremony will start soon."

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

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

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