Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

In the Dolan Empire, the succession ceremony of the Holy Son is more grand than the enthronement of the king. The bishop can be based on seniority, the emperor needs to be based on blood, and the Holy Son is directly chosen by heaven.

A long time ago, the Holy Son could talk directly to God. He was the messenger of God who descended to the Dolan Empire. Although there is no oracle handed down now, the blessing of the named goddess still represents that the Holy Son is the God of God. acknowledged existence.

Therefore, the step that Fred must go through is the blessing of the Goddess of Light.

Because of the rush of time, the succession ceremony did not have thousands of people bowing down like Mi Luo's, but the participants were also full of people from east to west, north and south, directly connected to the horizon.

A child pulled his father's robe. The altar was tens of meters high. Pointy triangle: "Dad, why are we watching this?"

His father, who didn't grow a beard, didn't seem to be long out of his manic teenage years: "Let's see a miracle."

He pointed to the needle-like altar that the child saw: "After a while, the new Holy Son will receive the blessing of the Goddess of Light there. It is a miracle that some people cannot see in their lifetime."

"What about the old Son? The teacher said that the Son is protecting us. Does he think our class is disobedient, so he can't be the Son? Will the new Son protect us like the old Son?"

The voice of his childish language is not loud, but the long and wide streets are neatly filled with people, and it can't stop reaching someone's ears

People who came to worship the succession ceremony basically put on their most glamorous clothes, but it is inevitable that there are rich and poor, so it is not surprising that there is a person in a gray robe standing in the crowd.

"Look, they didn't even arrange the funeral for you, the old son, and they clamored for the protection of the new son." Senna said softly into his gray robe, his figure was still Even the tall man couldn't wrap his robe around an adult, but he didn't know what method he used so that others couldn't see that the "Old Son" they called was always by their side.

Sometimes I want him to see it, so I show a small corner, let Miluo see how many people are participating, and then smash it, smash it, just like tasting dishes, point out how few people are standing on his side, then The lighting position of the statue of the Goddess Bian is wrong.

Seeing that Mi Luo ignored him, he was in a good mood and didn't care about these small details. He whispered in his ear, "But let me tell you, the white pigs of your Holy See were too hasty this time. Why didn't you wait until June? Back then? The sun shone straight on the altar, and there were almost no shadows when everyone stood below. Fortunately, this time, the shadows dragged one by one longer, and I wondered if it was noon." He nodded seriously He commented, "Well, he is not as good as you in this regard."

Mi Luo was finally unbearable by his judgment, and a clear voice came out from his gray robe: "How did you know the scene at the beginning? You were a child more than ten years ago, maybe you also bowed down to me and worshiped the goddess ?”

The words that were meant to be sarcastic suddenly turned around here. Mi Luo thought for a while, and it seemed that there was such a possibility, and he couldn't help but want to persuade him: "God will forgive your mistakes, as long as you are willing to return from your mistakes."

What Senna hates the most in his life is that someone associates him with the light, let alone directly describes him as a believer?But this time, he was as quiet as a dummy.

He was 12 years old that year, and his birthday happened to be on the same day as the son's succession ceremony. Unfortunately, he hadn't had time to celebrate, and hadn't received a happy birthday, so he was pulled by his mother to stand here early.

That day, he and his mother seemed to be standing in the same position. He looked up at the high altar. He didn't care about the holy son at all. He just wanted to find the figure of his father. You can take your brother up to the altar, why can't you take him up?Today is his birthday, okay?

Yes, my brother is amazing, my brother was chosen by the Holy Son, and he can directly become his chief knight after the succession ceremony is over, oh, so amazing.In his opinion at that time, these honors are not as good as two more servants for him to study.

Since years ago, his parents have almost completely neglected him, they circled around his elder brother every day, and the brilliance in his eyes was so strong that he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun. He looked up at his mother, and as expected, her eyes seemed to burst Staring at the altar with the light, the appearance of shortness of breath, I am afraid that when I gave birth to myself, I didn't breathe like this.

After a long time, when he felt hopeless, he realized that there was a price to pay for such gazes, and the fanatical look burning in his eyes was fueled by their lives.

A sentence suddenly came out next to his ear: "No, the original Lord Son of God sacrificed himself to protect us. Before he died, he entrusted Lord Son of God to take over for a while to protect us."

He froze for a long time before coming out of his memories, and then he heard the next sentence.

"Listen, this chant, the succession ceremony has begun."

The chant that fell from the altar was passed down with holiness, as if a door had been opened.For a moment everyone looked up.

How could ordinary people see the tens of meters high altar from the ground?The Holy See once said that only talented people can see it, and never organized magicians to cast a simultaneous magic. Only when the Goddess of Light blesses them, they can see the image of the Goddess of Light for a moment, and the clone behind, okay Let them make this trip worthwhile.

As time goes by, everyone has forgotten the saying "Only talented people can see the festival that takes place on the altar".

In fact, he had seen it.

including now.

He also looked up at the altar. The Son's clothes were complicated and loose, covering him layer by layer. Even Fred's figure was not half hidden, even if he was wearing the thinnest clothes from layer to layer. In the silk-woven robe, one could feel his strength hidden underneath.

His face was solemn and serious, and against the background of the atmosphere, there seemed to be a little bit of holiness that he hated the most?However, what is completely inconsistent with such a bunch of solemnity, seriousness, strength, and so on is his pair of eyes, which seem to be looking at the front from a distance, but in fact there is no trace of expression in them. It was his puppet.

It seemed to be worse than his puppet. In the depths of his puppet's eyes, there were not so many complicated emotions.

The holy and ethereal singing voice is still singing, the ancient tune has never changed, and the high pitch from his voice is not harsh, but it makes him feel a kind of shock that directly hits the soul in the rise and fall of his pitch.

Accompanied by this kind of music, in a trance, Senna felt that he had returned to that time again, and the face of the Son of God standing on the altar also changed into Mi Luo's appearance. In the same costume, Mi Luo's lips often had With a gentle smile, the light sprinkled straight on every corner of his body, dyeing the clothes he was wearing into a golden color.

At the same time, it was extremely dazzling. His slender fingers held the staff, and he knelt on one knee, with the other hand facing up. The appearance bathed in the holy light was white and transparent, and the ribbon covering his eyes fluttered without wind. Entangled by a huge beam of light, it quickly eroded all its corners like a vine, and in the end, a ribbon that had turned into a beam of light flew into the air and became a part of the goddess of light.

And his eyes slowly opened, and the halo flowed on the eyes, and he couldn't reflect anything from now on. The golden pupils bestowed by gods, what else is suitable for his eyes?

That was the first time Senna felt astonished. Later, the Goddess of Light might have appeared. Looking back, it seemed that the so-called miracle that he could never see once in his life did not leave any traces in his mind, only Mi Luo At that time, he was thinking that if he was willing to look at himself with his eyes, no matter where he saw on his body, there would be a deep burn mark, and he was so happy with that phenomenon.

For the first time, he thanked his mother for bringing him here, and even understood for a moment why his mother was so happy that his birthday was on the same day as the son's succession.

He is also happy, and he loves all the clergy who don't have a good impression.

Until that day...

The emotions buried deep in his heart were aroused by the voice of the chanting, and after the chanting ended, they became secret again. Apart from deeply engraving a few lines on his emotions, there was no benefit.

Now that you are no longer the child who longs for the light, why can you still believe in the light?

Senna moved his hands slightly in his sleeves, thanks to the blessing of Mi Luo's blood, the huge magic circle appeared in all shadow places easily as if it appeared out of thin air. From the shadows under their feet, one by one Thick white bones stretched out, grabbed their ankles, and then gradually climbed up...

It wasn't until a scream sounded that it was as if a switch had been turned on. The screams and scoldings continued one after another.

"A necromancer has sneaked in!"

"This is the necromancer's conspiracy!"

"They're coming to disrupt the ceremony!"

There is also a small child's voice mixed in, it is the child who asked his father just now: "New Holy Son! Help us!"

Senna enjoyed the movement composed of insulting voices and broken bones, and he even thought it was much more pleasing than the sacred bass just now.

Similarly, he also hopes that Mi Luo can enjoy the unique ceremony brought by him, which only belongs to Mi Luo: "Enjoy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole person disappeared, only Mi Luo was left standing there in a gray robe. There was a shadow under his feet, and no bones dared to approach him. He felt a pair of small hands clinging to him. Mi Luo looked down at the corner of his clothes, and it was the child just now, who couldn't help but hugged him, covered his eyes, and prevented him from looking at those skeletons.

All the light that suddenly focused on the altar spread out in a ring as if consciously, forming a beautiful light curtain. Under the light curtain, all the bones were reduced to ashes.

For a while, except for some rioting crowds, everything returned to its original appearance.

It seems that Senna didn't cause too much damage. Mi Luo just breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to put the child who ran to his side to seek refuge just now to the ground.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp voice rushing towards him: "It's him! He's the Necromancer! There was no skeleton under his feet just now!"

All of a sudden, everyone who was a little bit closer to him backed away, only the father of the child, his heart almost jumped out of his throat: "Baby! Come back."

"I won't go back." The child hugged him even tighter: "I want the old Son to protect me!"

It turned out that his head was lowered all the time, but the child took advantage of his short stature to see clearly.

"Holy Son?" At first, the father thought that his baby was scared out of his wits, but the closer he got, the more he looked like the Holy Son: "You are not dead."

He boldly took a step closer, but the person in front of him seemed to be frightened by him and retreated a few steps, just getting closer to the person on the other side. When the person on the other side heard the name of the Holy Son, he finally It was curiosity that triumphed over fear.

"Master Shengzi?" Mi Luo felt that there was a red-hot steel plate under his feet, and every sentence of "Master Shengzi." was a lot of firewood added under the red-hot steel plate, so that He burned redder and more vigorously.

He was eager to put down the child he was holding, but who knew that the child was wearing some kind of decoration just hooking his hood, the moment he put him down, the hood fell off, and the jet-black hair poured down on him like a waterfall On the back, it is directly illuminated by the dazzling sun.

"Ah! Necromancer!"

"The Holy Son has betrayed!"

There was another commotion in the crowd. The crowd who had been a little closer to him out of curiosity ran further away, and what's more, they just took out their magic wands to defend themselves.

The father's mood was ups and downs in this short minute, and his heart trembled again, as if his feet had taken root, he refused to leave half a step: "You, let my child go."

Mi Luo wanted to let go, but the child was startled by such a scene, thought there was another skeleton, and hugged his leg even tighter.

"Traitor! Let go of that child!"

For a moment everyone thought that Mi Luo had kidnapped the child and wanted to escape.

When Mi Luo was at a loss for words, suddenly the gentle light magic on the altar burst into a dazzling glare.

When Mi Luo came back to his senses, he could no longer feel the child's clinging on his legs, and the surroundings were silent, and Mi Luo didn't know what happened for a while.

until a voice sounded.

"Miluo, I didn't expect that we would meet here." Every word here is full of indifference and contempt.

He finally appeared in front of Fred, as a necromancer.