Chapter 77

The necromancers of Atlas and the holy clerics of the Holy Light Cathedral are, to a certain extent, extremely similar.

For example, when Sigma reported the existence of the "Sanctuary" to several legendary masters, after being secretly warned by Atlas, the top human forces all learned about the "Sanctuary." Whether the Sanctuary was friend or foe was another matter, but the events in the Natural Kingdom greatly alarmed the legends: quietly planting a high-level pawn in the Natural Academy, secretly conducting experiments, and trying to pin the blame for desecrating life on the druids—such a secretive and underhanded Sanctuary didn't seem like a good thing at all. As for their claim of "being willing to dirty their hands for the sake of the race," the legends, being the shrewdest of the shrewd, wouldn't easily believe it. Any organization that secretly does bad things and has mysterious purposes usually waves a big flag, proclaiming their cause as just, but who knows what they really are?

No matter how grandly the Sanctuary spoke, it couldn't change the legends' hostility and murderous intent: an unknown mysterious organization, if it擅自 inserts pawns in their own forces and secretly executes some mysterious plans, is extremely despicable. Damn, what kind of middle-school organization is this? Saving the world is our job. If you could just raise a new force out of nowhere, that would be one thing, but using our resources, turning our people against us, and making us take the blame, then achieving your good reputation—what are you, anyway!

With the lesson from the druids, all forces began secret investigations, casting nets from the center to the periphery. This raised issues of efficiency and execution. From a normal person's perspective, being investigated and questioned when you are clearly innocent would definitely be uncomfortable, and discomfort leads to non-cooperation, especially for those who consider themselves venerable and meritorious elders—when I was bleeding for the party... spit, when I was bleeding for the principal, you were still in diapers. Why should I be investigated? This would slow down the progress of the secret investigation. In fact, from the group of idiots in the Mage Federation who want freedom and democracy, to the deeply entrenched and faction-ridden Royal Magic Academy, many forces have encountered this problem.

But this issue is not a problem in Atlas and the Holy City of Simeon.

The former only needs the legends to set an example, and the high-level necromancers will step forward, then gradually investigate and question downward. Just saying, "The masters have already been investigated first, it's your turn now. For the safety of the Death Kingdom, I need your assistance," the necromancers will speak freely, as they are already accustomed to rational thinking and have no extra thoughts, nor will they feel resentment at being investigated. The latter is even simpler and more brutal; the Inquisition's judgment knights only need to show the investigated party an edict co-signed by the Pope and the Grand Inquisitor, then explain the situation briefly, and the target will speak freely. If they hesitate or refuse, they will face the judgment knights' merciless attacks—clerics are unwilling to risk their lives to test the discipline and obedience of the judgment knights.

The necromancers act and obey with absolute rationality.

The clerics act and obey with absolute discipline.

In the end, they both belong to the Lawful alignment, one being Lawful Good, the other being Lawful Evil.

... So, they still can't get along.

This can be seen from the welcoming ceremony.

Sigma still vividly remembers the last welcoming ceremony for the druids: dark winds rolling, strange-shaped undead howling in welcome, rotting flesh and bones dancing, undead and spirits walking together, almost scaring the druids to fly away. But this time, the city outskirts were cold and quiet. Atlas only sent a few receptionists to symbolically welcome them, and nothing more, not even a superficial show, clearly indicating their disgust with the uninvited clerics.

Sigma watched from a distance, wanting to pull out the person in charge and use them as a target. If you're disgusted, just tell me! I'll arrange the welcoming ceremony and make these guys feel sick, saving me the trouble...

Since the leading cleric was a high-level cardinal, the welcoming necromancer was also a high-level necromancer.

Their conversation would not be recorded in history, not because it was unimportant, but because it was brief and embarrassing.

"We're not too welcoming," the necromancer was not good at lying.

"We didn't really want to come either," the cleric was even worse at lying.

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence. Outside Atlas, the two groups stared at each other in silence. The necromancers' faces were uniformly grim and dead, and the clerics' expressions were not much better. After all, compared to the bright, clean, and warm Holy City of Simeon, the Atlas City, which never saw the sun, with dark clouds rolling in the sky, howling winds, and occasionally a gut-dragging ghoul passing by, looked like a devil's castle in a story...

The leading high-level cardinal bluntly said, "The Holy Light doesn't like this place, and we wouldn't have come either. Our purpose is to ensure the angel's safety."

The high-level necromancer master didn't understand what politeness was. In fact, diplomatic language was almost meaningless to necromancers, so he impatiently said, "The angel is safe, no one has troubled her. She's just refusing to leave."

The cardinal snorted, "We need to see it with our own eyes."

The necromancer countered, "See and then get lost."

The cleric sneered, "If you hand over the angel, we won't even enter the city, we'll leave immediately."

The necromancer master bared his teeth, "Do you believe I'll beat you up and keep you here, making the Pope come to pick you up?"

The tension grew thicker.

Sigma watched from a distance, itching to throw a bone spear and ignite this powder keg, causing a big melee, which would definitely save a lot of trouble... But considering that there might be casualties, it wouldn't matter if the clerics died, but if the necromancers were injured, it would be a bit too much.

The two high-level masters had already started arguing, and the cardinal was clearly annoyed, "I'm not arguing with you! Where is that shameless lecher, Sigma, who seduces angels and has countless lovers from eight to eighty years old!"

"Over there!" The necromancers turned in unison, pointing to where Sigma was hiding.

The clerics' sharp gazes followed.

Sigma, who dared to seduce angels and had countless lovers from eight to eighty years old, hadn't figured out the situation yet, but he was already being intensely watched by countless eyes.

He didn't know why he had such a terrifying nickname, but he instantly knew who was behind it. So, the necromancer roared to the sky, "Sargeras, you bastard!"