Might and Magic 34

Author: haqq
Word count: 14067
3. Necromancer: Rise of the Undead, Decline of the Terran

Almost every area of ​​De Landi is located in the “Palace of Light”, which is the place where angels are born and where people sing and give thanks.
Among them, the Great Temple of Arras, located at the foot of Mount Arras, is the most majestic of the twenty temples of light in Delandi. A statue of an angel stands at the top of the Hall of Light, and the wings behind it exude a soft golden magical radiance, covering the entire hall.
It took 16 years to build the Arras Temple of Light. On the day of its completion, a golden holy light descended from the sky. A light angel with wings on its back loomed in the holy light, blessing the temple with the magic “blessing of light”.
For this reason, almost 20% of the country’s population is gathered here, and people feel that the closer they are to the legendary Angel of Light, the safer they will be, and the flames of war will not spread to their homes.
At this time of day, a large number of people would gather in the hall. Bishop Brun XVI stood high in a divine robe and a triple crown on his head, looking with satisfaction at the dignified members of the church below the auditorium.
They are the followers of the angels, and the bishop is someone who can communicate with the angels. In fact, he has only communicated with the angel of light once, and just this is enough reason for him to ascend to this position.
After they finished chanting the eulogy to the angels, the bishop slowly closed the “Angel’s Prayer” in front of him and ended the evening prayer. The white-clothed saints in the choir retreated silently, but the high and solemn hymns seemed to still reverberate in the air. Staring at the flames on the altar, the bishop felt restless and palpitated for no reason.
When the moon was already in the middle of the sky, the bishop finally found the source of the troubles in his heart. Yes, it is the saint Weisha in the temple today. Her face with classically sculptural beauty, her straight little nose, and her knife-like lips exude a divine aura everywhere. Between her gestures and gestures, her curves faintly revealed under her white clothes seemed to be in front of his eyes again.
“God, what was I thinking?” Brun said to himself. He only felt that his mouth was dry, but there was no water around him.
He cursed himself in a low voice, stood up, and walked out of the hall.
After all, he is not a god, and everyone has a desire for beauty.
Saintess Weisha is from the high-level Hall of Light in the capital. It is said that she has been studying the Holy Word Art in the capital for seventeen years. This is the first time she has stepped out of the Hall of Light.
Under Weisha’s ice-like neck, the sacred white robe couldn’t conceal the faint fluctuations in even the slightest movements. The wave kept expanding in Bren’s mind, burning his nerves. For the first time, Brun even hoped that he was a thief, so that he could steal some of her personal belongings, and even some more personal things… Brune smiled wryly. No thief can hide from the sixteenth-order magical power.It’s just using the tenth-level holy word technique, God is really unfair.