[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The Temple of Light is located in the northwest of the holy city. In front of the magnificent temple, there is a central square covering an area of ​​nearly seven square kilometers. On both sides of the road leading to the buildings at the other end of the square, there are statues of angels with a height of more than six meters. Majestic and different in shape, there are nearly a hundred of them at a glance. Amennar didn't feel it when he came here before, but passing by here as a dead soul, he suddenly felt a huge pressure coming from all directions. After ten or so steps, he felt terrified, as if all the angels were watching him. If it wasn't for the hourglass around his neck that continuously disguised the power of the light camp, he might be able to arouse the entire temple defense circle by standing here resistance.

"Do you want me to help shut down the magic circle here?" Andariel asked with concern.

"No need." Amennar took a few steps back and pointed to the center of the square, "He didn't go in."

"Oh, I saw that Wayne didn't really want to attend the meeting. It was because you didn't control your emotions just now that he hated you, right?"

"I... I didn't do anything."

"You think that there are many strong men at the ninth level. Back then, you were chased by so many women. It's normal for Wayne to treat you like an ordinary admirer." Andariel said coldly.

"I just wanted to see him..."

"I have no objection, but you have mastered the distance between the living and the dead." Andariel said, "It just depends on whether you want him to know that there is a dead father. I really don't want to accept a heretic prisoner because of blood."

"..." Amennar was speechless, just looked at the lonely back in the center of the square, and bowed his head silently.

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And Wayne is here for the first time, and the formation can't bring him much pressure. In his eyes, even with only a bow and arrow, he can break through the defense here. When the strength reaches his level, many ordinary people think it is profound. Things are also clear in his eyes.

He stood in the middle of the square, staring at the huge statues standing tens of meters high on the square. Here are the heroes and powerful men who are famous in the history of the human world. They can be said to have written the entire history of mankind, and the one in the middle , the reputation spread far and wide to the point where Wayne had to pay attention.

Mona the Redeemer

He is the hero of all mankind.

Tens of thousands of years ago, human beings were slaves of orcs and elves. They were raised in captivity and treated as the same existence as animals.Mona was adopted as a pet by an orc king because he was as beautiful as an elf. The orc king brought him to the high society at that time and even taught him to write.

When he was nine years old, Mona escaped due to an accident. After gaining freedom, he walked around the whole world, seeing the hard life of his compatriots, and he fell into long thoughts.He not only wants to save himself, but also wants to save all his compatriots.

In the end, he believes that the reason why human beings are so miserable is that human beings are independent and have no unified belief. Totem worship cannot give human beings the power to resist alien races.

He studied the teachings of all the gods and finally settled on the Lord of Radiance.

After successfully passing the test of the Lord of Light and becoming an official priest, in order to spread the idea of ​​light, Mona risked divine punishment and cleverly combined the power of light and the way of totem with human history. He announced The Lord of Radiance is the only true God. Because of the dispersal of the human population, he turned into countless totems to protect mankind. Now, he finds that the scattered power can no longer help mankind. Therefore, when he reveals his true body, he will completely lead mankind out of suffering.

As long as you believe in the trust and help between people, and praise him, believe in him, he will not abandon you.If you desire to save others and suffering, you will gain the power to save others. This power is called courage, which comes from the world, and he is the Holy Light.

This kind of teaching of helping the weak and helping the poor, calling for mercy and compassion quickly spread throughout the entire Aisgar continent, and the lowest level humans in countless continents regarded him as hope.Countless people followed him, listened to his preaching, and then passed on these inspiring things to others.

As the Holy Light spread, more and more people joined the Church.Not only that, he presided over the compilation of human characters, translated the culture of orcs and elves, and added and adapted knowledge suitable for humans.

Although the church suffered many terrible persecutions in the early days, many bishops and believers were burned to death, and Mona himself lost his eyes in the battle. Later, when he was arrested, if the king of beastmen did not rescue him, he was almost killed in the arena of beastmen. Beasts eat.

But in the end, human beings finally had their own power. Although it was insignificant to orcs and elves, these fires became the source of human beings' subsequent world domination.

Mona's successor followed his ideas and carefully developed the contradiction between the orcs and the elves. Finally, after the orcs and the elves were both defeated, they took advantage of the momentum and united with the elves with the power of the clan to fight in the Huayu Plain. , the main force of the orcs was defeated, 60 elites were killed by humans, and they had to give up the Huayu Plain and shrink to the northern wasteland. The elves also kept their promises, agreed to the founding of mankind, and taught humans basic magic.

Since then, Holy Light has been designated as the only religion of mankind, and Mona is the savior of mankind.

This guy is now the servant of the Lord of Radiance, known as the God of Dawn. Although he is low-key in the Kingdom of God, he is not weak.

However, these are not the reasons why Wayne cares about him. The real reason is that Wayne's boss, Xikuma the Sleeper, is the orc king who was tortured to death by Mona...

The patron saint of the undead, Sikumah the Sleeper, is a new god among the gods of hell.

Before Xikuma became a god, the undead were the natural enemies of all intelligent races. They hated all the living and brought plague, destruction, and destruction. Even the god of death believed that the souls of the dead should return to hell and enter the cycle of Styx.

The gods of the good camp even think that the dead can survive again because of the endless hatred in their hearts. They hate the living, hate death, and destroy the original normal world balance. It is absolutely heresy and needs to be exterminated.

But there are always one kind or another of the dead, because of the unwillingness in their hearts, after death, they become wraiths, ghouls, banshees...

It wasn't until Xikuma became a god that there was a chance to breathe. For the undead, the sleeper is the real savior. In contrast, the believers of Mona (note, not the believers of light) are the deadly enemies of the undead.

It is said that the power of the undead is directly proportional to the resentment in life. The boss can use his own power to dominate the undead in the abyss and become a god in the end. Just thinking about the power of this kind of resentment makes Wayne feel horrible.

Looking back now, 20 years ago, after Roland left, Wayne didn't make any more excuses, and went directly to the altar of the temple to confess to the Sleeper that he was not the real cessation monarch, and at the same time expressed that he was no longer a human being and was willing to bear all punishments.

However, the Eternal Sleeper did not punish him, but said to him: Kind soul, only killing can prove the paleness of justice, only blood can write hypocritical mercy, when slaughter is no longer terrible, only people are the real devils.

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of this. Now that he read the history of mankind, just thinking about it, he felt that there is no most bitter B in this world, only more bitter B.

Seeing his own people being slaughtered, seeing the consequences of a momentary mistake back then, seeing the race cut off because of him, seeing his own head being chopped off... What kind of resilience do you need to bear that kind of resentment?

Everyone thought that the Eternal Sleeper had a different view of the Lord of Restlessness, but they didn't know that the other party was just because he was the only one among the endless undead, so he had no resentment.

An undead who has no grudge, but who has not disappeared.

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"You've been standing for a long time, don't you want to go in?" Roland's voice came from beside him.

Wayne shook his head: "There is no shortage of me."

Roland followed Wayne's eyes, stared at the exquisite and gorgeous statue, and said softly: "Mona is a great prophet, isn't he?"

"But, he is sorry for one person." Wayne whispered.

"He didn't." When Roland understood the meaning of the other party's words, his voice became softer, "Humans won the battle in Huayu Plain, but they paid a heavy sacrifice. Mona heard that humans were going to slaughter orc captives. The dead compatriots rushed to the king's city in a hurry to take revenge. But the king was undecided, so he stood outside the king's city, enduring the severe cold and snow in the sky in December, and stood there for three days and three nights. When the king's pardon came It was too late for Mona to come out, kill the part, and drive out the remaining orcs. He was sick, and his body was hurt too much during the mission, and he knew his time had come. "

"Is there a difference?" Wayne asked lightly.

"There is no mercy between races. Mona has never been ashamed of anyone in his life. Between him and the Beast King, it can only be said that God's will tricks people." Roland shook his head. "Between races and individuals, he sacrificed himself. He has a high position Weight, but lifelong sackcloth vegetarian, unmarried and childless, dedicated everything to his own race, he waited for the other party for 20 years, even if he knew it was impossible, he would wait until he died."

"Is 20 years a long time? I can do it too." Wayne sneered. He traveled through so many years and didn't think it was too long.

Roland shook his head slightly: "Ven, never talk about waiting lightly, what a luxury waiting is. In the story, just a casual sentence, a few lines of small words - 20 years later, then the beauty and white hair, everything has an ending, and Real life, three to five years, which one second does not need to be endured, a lifetime is really long."