Throne of Magical Arcana

The Baron Brunzel ’s manor was more and more ruined after several changes of ownership. The hills behind the manor were covered with weeds, rolling in the dewdrops in the morning sunlight.

With a click, dewdrops dripped on a pile of coiled bones, leaving a faint wet mark.

The bones of the pile of giant snakes shook slightly, but they quickly calmed down again. Around it, a giant tiger fur with winged wings decayed, the flesh and blood rotted, and the yellowish pus flowed; each one ate a corpse. The ghost spread his own grief and foul smell; countless ghosts were floating in the air, and they had no fear of the falling sun ... The hills above seemed to become the legendary underworld, full of undead creatures.

Surrounded by these undead creatures, a skinny man sat on the boulder, his pale and pale left hand gently stroking the stone surface, and his dark and deep eyes looked quietly at the direction of the city.

At the gate of the city, a middle-aged man in a bishop's robe was walking towards the church with a serious expression.

"Good morning, Master Bishop." The people who passed him bowed down to say hello. He is Arroyo, the bishop of the city cathedral, second only to the cardinal of the cardinal, a very strict priest.

Arroyo painted a cross on his chest and habitually blessed: "The Lord will bless everyone."

In this way, he slowly reached the door of the church, stepped up the stairs and entered the gate under the salute of several paladins.

Above the gate, a touch of holy light lingered, making everything appear solemn and cleansing the soul.

Arroyo stopped in the middle of the hall and prayed prayerfully: "Only the truth will last!"

Then he left from the side entrance and reported to the cardinal about the beliefs of nearby towns, manors, and villages.

When the report was completed, he began a tour of the entire church to check for omissions and disrespect. After the tour, it would be time for prayer, confession, and learning.

This is his monotonous life from day to day in the past thirty years, but with this life, he gradually changed from a trainee pastor who followed behind the bishop into the most prominent church in this city. The bishop of Witness witnessed the rise and fall of many families in the city.

"Thank you for the gift of the Lord." He prayed inwardly.

After praying, he found that he had patrolled the room with the teleportation array, so he increased his vigilance and began to confirm that it was intact. No one except the permitted personnel could enter.

"Very well, no exception." A smile appeared on his serious face, and his eyes looked at the faintly flowing teleportation array.

Suddenly, he frowned, feeling that this teleportation was abhorrent, full of evil breath, like a gate to hell or an abyss.

An idea popped up in his mind: a priest betrayed, "Hell Lord" invaded here!

"No, it must be destroyed!" He, who had just made up his mind, suddenly had enlightenment, relying on his divine power alone, he could not destroy this teleportation array in a short time. The only way was to concentrate all his strength, Detonate directly!

A sacred sense of martyrdom suddenly rose in his heart. He took a step forward and said loudly:

"Only the truth is forever!"

Several apprentice priests who followed him were stunned to see the light from Lord Arroyo's body, and then a loud bang made the world dark.

Bang!

The teleportation array was torn apart and the room collapsed directly.

The Cardinal who presided over this important church felt this scene with consternation. I could not believe that there would be a bishop who betrayed the Lord and voluntarily destroyed the Lord's teleportation array.

Immediately afterwards, two Nine Rings magic appeared in his mind: Invading the mind, weaving memory!

However, even the legendary magician may not be able to play these two spells so divinely, there is no flaw, and the subject has no resistance, and voluntarily and automatically achieves the purpose for the caster!

Such a magician is the most difficult to prevent, the most terrible!

Bang!

In another part of the city, the core of the defensive array that controlled the magical art was overwhelmed by the self-explosive light.

Bang!Bang!

Listening to these two consecutive explosions, the thin man in the middle of the hill outside the city stood up, half tender and half cold in his eyes.

Roar!

The undead creatures on the hill uttered howl of death and climbed up from the same place.

The lean man floated into the air and flew towards the city, and behind him were all undead creatures returning from the "vengeance abyss"!

The soldiers at the gate of the city were originally inspecting the troops entering the city. Suddenly they felt that the sky was dark, and they looked up subconsciously.

I saw in the air, a monster with only white bones or carrion covered the sun and brought a call to death, and among them was an evil necromancer with no cloak raised.

Their legs softened, and they sat directly on the ground. The queued people were frightened and fled, but they were quickly scared by the army of undead creatures.

The undead creatures did not make a noise, did not make rapid progress, and ignored these people. They directly rushed to the gate of the city, or walked through the door or over the wall or flew into the city.

"Enemies!"

A cleric and a knight stood out from different parts of the city and greeted the necromancer in midair.

The necromancer seemed a little trance, and said to himself: "I am Vicente, I am back ..."

"Kill him!" All the lights, a spear, all attacked Vicente.

Vicente's skinny face showed bitter hatred, raised his head, and made a wailing howl.

A circle of sound waves spread out, and all vaguely banshees danced. All the flying clergy and knights landed like raindrops, while those who could not fly, looked at this scene in mid-air, terrified.

Vicente's expression became cold, watching the Cardinal who was struggling to resist the "Howling of Banshee", raised his left hand, and gently.

The cardinal suddenly burst into countless black air, and the whole person became shriveled and thin, like a corpse. Then, he fell weakly from the air and fell into several pieces, but there was no blood spill.

Vicente looked down on the entire city and landed suddenly, before falling to a middle-aged knight with a long sword.

"No, no, don't kill me ..." The middle-aged knight waved his hands in fear and kept going back. The knights around him had been scared away, and none of them dared to step forward to help him.

Vicente said hoarsely and harshly: "Andrew."

"You, you know me, you, you are Vicente!" The middle-aged knight Andrew widened his eyes in horror, recognizing the identity of the horror necromancer in front of him. His face was not flesh-skinned, skinny, and Twenty years ago, there was no difference!

Vicente walked slowly toward Andrew: "It's you, it's you who reported me that killed Shirley."

"No, it's none of my business. It's all done by the lunatic 'Mad Dog.' I, I never thought that it would kill Shirley." Andrew cried out in fright.

"Mad dog? Where is he?" Vicente asked coldly, invading his head without answering.

In order to save his life, Andrew is willing to be candid: "'Crazy Dog' killed a lot of magicians because he didn't tell the evidence. He was appreciated by the Cardinal of the Principality and transferred to Cooks."

"Cooks? I will definitely find you ..." Vicente looked far into the distance, his eyes extremely cold, with inexhaustible hatred.

Then he continued to look at Andrew: "Who else was there?"

"Also, there is Lothar, and also, there is Gorn, the" tamer ", the interrogator" the bone-digger ", and they are here at the referee." Andrew confessed all the characters involved. .

"Very well, to thank you for your frankness, I won't kill you personally." Vicente gave a cruel smile, and the army of undead creatures swarmed behind him, drowning Andrew.

"Do not!"

The wailing and painful howling sounded constantly, and the undead creatures bite and devoured Andrew's flesh, one by one, until the bones.

Vicente looked at the nobles gathered here, watching them push Lothar and Gorn out, and then waved their hands, causing the two nobles to rot and turn into zombies.

"Vincent, the original thing has nothing to do with us. We also regret the death of the Shirley and Brunzel couples. We will retaliate. We will not stop, but please do not involve the innocent." The leading noble knight worked hard He calmed down his emotions and sincerely asked.

Vicente looked coldly and said: "You have a chance to save her, you did nothing."

As soon as the words fell, the army of undead creatures swarmed up and drowned the nobles.

A few minutes later, Vicente stepped on the bones and walked to the gate of the referee. Most of the night watchmen here, including the "beast trainer", had already died in the war just now.

"The Lord won't let you go!" The remaining interrogators at the referee looked at Vicente fiercely.

Vicente said nothing, and let the army of undead engulf them, leaving only a scream and the gray-haired "bone digger."

"I only regret not being able to torture your whereabouts!" "Bone-digger" looks fanatical and pious.

"You will have a lot of time to regret it." Vicente said in a husky voice, with no arguing.

A pale flame emerged from the soul of the "Bonedigger", burning him screaming again and again.

"Master, ah! It will punish you!"

"Do not!"

"Ah! Damn, spare, spare me!"

"forgive me!"

In the sound of begging for mercy, Vicente walked toward the cemetery without looking back. Gradually, the screams subsided, and the ordinary people who did not dare to breathe normally, the whole city died dead.

In this silence, Vicente walked to the cemetery and to the grave that enchanted him.

The tomb cracked silently, and the coffin rose directly.

Vicente walked to the side of the coffin and knelt down on one knee. The gentleman gently pushed the lid off.

"Sherrie, I'm here, I'll pick you up." As the gap widened, his cold eyes became softer and softer, full of love, thoughts, and self-blame.

Inside the coffin, a bone lay there quietly.

Vicente bent his head and kissed the position of the bone's mouth softly, dreaming like: "Sherri, it will be alright, everything will be alright, we will be together forever."

There was a tear in the corner of his eye, which fell on Shirley's face.

Fallen soul, chase death, not for eternal life, just for your return!