I ascend to the throne of God with arcane magic

Chapter 79
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 a deep dark mist, making it impossible 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.

squeak~

The basement door opened from the outside, and a handsome man with a pale face walked in. He saluted respectfully towards 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 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' voice was thick with sleepiness.

A little red light flew out of the coffin and landed in Marion's hand.

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

"If you don't want to come back, give this to her."

"Tell her 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 surging mist 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.
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Bright 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 sacred purity.
At the end of the church is a towering altar, on which is placed the image 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 Morris."

Oriel 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 Pope's No. 1 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."

Oriel 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 far away for Oriel, who grew up in the Church of 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 doesn't matter if you don't understand, but you have to remember, Oriel."

"You are the most talented child of the Church of 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 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 on one knee and saluted, 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?"

It's a pity that no one can answer his doubts here and now.
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Bright City, the Palace of the King of Fes.

In a unique 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 on the sofa nearby. Her quietness added a bit of elegance and nobility.

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

The old man warned Ya'er.

"I see, my father."

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

The old man shook his head and asked Ya'er to leave after a few more words.

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 next to him.

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

"Foxis, you are still so good at talking."

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

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

"That's natural."

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

Therefore, the originally weak Kingdom of Fes has been able to increase its national power by leaps and bounds in 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 60, he was already dying and extremely old. The pastor of Dawn Church was helpless and could only use various precious treasures to support his body.

"Ha ha!"

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-related children.

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

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

"I'm still getting old and my heart is getting softer."

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

"Then I will give him this opportunity."

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