I Ascend To the Throne of God with Arcane Magic Chapter 79

Chapter 79 The Wind Rises

In the south of Fanor continent, there is a pitch-black castle built in a hidden place.

In the basement at the bottom of the castle, the entire room seemed to be filled with deep dark mist, making it difficult to see even one's fingers.

Suddenly, the black mist began to fade and poured into the center of the room.

An extremely luxurious and exquisite coffin is parked in the center of the room, with gorgeous gems and gold foil dotted around it. The dark red dragon spirit wood, which is more expensive than gold, has been carefully polished and carved, showing a bit of majesty in its simplicity and elegance.

After all the black mist poured into this exquisite coffin, a faint pressure emerged from it.

The basement door opened from the outside, and a handsome man with a pale face walked in. He saluted respectfully toward the coffin and said:

“Your Majesty, Prince Burns, what are your orders?”

“Marion, how long have I been asleep this time?”

A deep male voice came out from the coffin, and the voice was full of inexplicable magic.

“You have been sleeping for ten years this time.”

“Hey~, but I didn't sleep enough.”

Burns's voice was full of sleepiness.

A little red light flew out of the coffin and fell into Marion's hands.

“Go, go to the capital of the Kingdom of Fes, find a little guy named Angela, and bring her back.”

“If she doesn't want to come back, give her this thing.”

“Tell the Son of God that the glory of Cain, the first ancestor, will protect her all the way forward.”

“You should also be careful, don't cause any trouble for me, and come back soon.”

“Yes, Lord Burns.”

Marion bowed respectfully and slowly backed away from the basement.

Quietly, the black billowing fog began to fill the basement again.

“I'm so sleepy, but has the Son of God finally been born?”

“Grow up quickly, Lord Cain can be handled by someone else.”

“Stop messing with my old bones.”

The voices in the room gradually became lower, as if nothing had happened.

　　Brilliant City, Dawn Cathedral.

Warm and soft light scatters from the tall arch windows. Rows of tall pillars support the dome of the entire church. The pillars are engraved with exquisite patterns and decorations, revealing a strong atmosphere of sanctity and purity.

At the end of the church is a towering altar, on which is placed the statue of the church's God of the Morning, surrounded by important holy objects and altar utensils.

Candles were lit around the altar, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

This is not the church where believers in Bright Light City worship, but a more hidden and key place deep inside.

An old man wearing a red upper body dress and an exquisite high crown stood quietly in front of the altar, praying silently.

“Good morning, Lord Maurice.”

Olier Gunter stood behind the old man and said hello respectfully.

He couldn't help but be in awe. This was Cardinal Lou Morris, the controller of the Church of the Dawn in Fanor Continent.

　　Although he has various reputations such as being the first person under the Pope and a legendary priest, Morris now looks like an ordinary old man without any aura of a strong man.

“It's Olier, yes, his strength has improved a lot recently.”

Olier listened quietly, and he was a little confused as to why the bishop called him over.

He has been very honest recently!

“The flames of war have begun to burn, and the Church of the Gods is powerless to stop it.”

Several question marks popped up on Oriel's head.

War?

This is a bit far away for Oriel, who grew up in the Church of the Dawn. Why can't the church stop it this time? Isn't this how it was mediated in the past?

Lou Morris turned around, looked at Olier with a smile, and said slowly:

“It's okay if you don't understand, but you have to remember, Oriel.”

"You are the most talented child of the Church of the Dawn. Your pure heart allows you to better understand our Lord's teachings, but you still have a lot to learn, a lot." "With the coming of the shadow of war, the monsters in the darkness are also coming. At this moment, the future of Bright Light City will be in turmoil."

“Go, fight against evil, protect believers, and promote the glory of our Lord. This is your experience and your opportunity for breakthrough.”

"yes."

The young paladin knelt down on one knee to salute, then took the order and left.

The door was closed, and Morris was the only one left in the church.

The legendary priest frowned at this time, and his serious expression showed some doubts and confusion.

He murmured:

“Even the Lord can't see the future clearly. What happened?”

Unfortunately, no one can answer his doubts at this time.

　　Brilliant City, the Palace of the King of Fes.

In a chic palace, an old man wearing luxurious royal clothes was leaning on a soft sofa. His tired face and old wrinkles reflected that the old man was not optimistic.

Ya'er, who was also dressed in gorgeous clothes, sat neatly on the sofa nearby. Her quietness added a bit of elegance and noble temperament.

“Be careful in the future and don't take too many risks.”

The old man warned Ya'er.

“I understand, Father.”

Ya'er replied respectfully, but there was a hint of anger in her tone.

The old man shook his head, and after a few more words of instruction, he let Ya'er leave.

After a moment of silence, the old man seemed to be talking to Duke Harder beside him, or to himself.

“I'm not a good father.”

“But you are a good king!”

Duke Harder said seriously from the side.

Yes, he is His Majesty the current King of the Kingdom of Fes, Morton Fes.

“Forsyth, you are still so good at talking.”

The old man waved his hands indifferently, he didn't need anyone's comfort yet.

“If I had exercised seriously when I was young, I might have become a golden warrior!”

“That's natural.”

Phochis replied, but in fact he also knew that no matter how many times he came again, His Majesty the King, who had served his whole life, would never regret embarking on this path, burning himself, and serving the kingdom wholeheartedly.

That's why the originally weak Kingdom of Fes has been able to achieve rapid growth in national power over the past few decades, overwhelming all surrounding countries in one fell swoop.

While other kings were having fun and neglecting political affairs, Morton Faith was always thinking about how to make his country more prosperous and powerful, and he didn't even care about his children.

Because of this, at the age of sixty, he was already dying and extremely old. The pastor of Dawn Church was unable to save his life and could only use various precious treasures to support his body.

"hehe!"

Morton Face didn't care about his body, he didn't regret everything he did, and he didn't need others to comment on his achievements.

If he really had another chance, he would do it again without wavering.

But as he was about to reach the end of his life, he couldn't help but be more loving and caring towards his blood children.

“Do you think this is too cruel to little Yat'an?”

Phosse lowered his head and said nothing, even though he already had the answer in his heart.

“I am still getting old and my heart has softened.”

Morton shook his head and sighed, not sure if it was for himself or for Ate'an.

“Then I will give him this opportunity.”

(End of this chapter)

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