Chapter 42: Rasputin's Letters Home
The papal see's feud with necromancers has a long history. As soon as you see a necromancer, even the helpless singers in the choir will rush to fight hard. In the second round of the theocratic movement, the Inquisition Hall became the home of the necromancer.
In the course of the protracted confrontation, the necromancers were forced to coalesce into an organization called the "Dark Church" (a name that is a bit of a gamble), and gradually took some of the initiative. Since then, the composition of the Dark Church has become more and more complex, and it is no longer a simple necromancer organization. For example, the dark mage and the ghost wand mage who joined in the early stage, and the soul mage who joined inexplicably in the middle and late stages. Occasionally, there are also blood mages and witches who join, making the lineup of the Dark Church even stronger. Because of the complexity of the ingredients, the positions of the four deacons of the Dark Church are very sought-after, and the power struggle for this has not stopped for a moment.
Recently, someone proposed to change the name of the Dark Church to "Chaos Church", but the necromancer and the dark mage unanimously opposed it, so they gave up.
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In one of the most secret strongholds of Astant, Grigory Rasputin retired from his subordinates and entered his private bedroom, where he sat at his desk. He spread out the letter, unscrewed the cap of the inkwell, and dropped the quill nib with a slick. There was a birdcage on his desk, and the crow in the cage stared at him intently.
"Dear Dad:"
"Originally, this letter was supposed to be written yesterday, but there was some accident, and it has been delayed until now. Please don't worry about me, it's just that I met the Knights of the Iron Hoof, it's not worth mentioning. Of course, I am now a member of the Dark Council, and it is my duty and responsibility to report this particular situation to you. Please read the following description carefully and don't miss a word. β
Rasputin looked at the text smugly and examined it for several minutes before picking up his pen and writing again.
"In the name of Daknes, I have been instructed to develop members in Astant, with a focus on the development of adventurers, with initial results. However, the Knights of the Iron Hoof suddenly appeared, and with the help of the official Astant, they went on a rampage to clean up the heresy. Last time, these papal lackeys were only borrowing, but this time it may be true, so all of us are ready to move to the northeast of Astante so that we can enter Seru Vega at any time. However, just yesterday, one of the members noticed something unusual and cancelled our plan. β
"Remember the nascent empire you've been keeping an eye on? That's right, the same Twilight Empire that inherited Saramonroe and then slaughtered Orquera! They really have not only the army, but also the religion - the Twilight Cult that preaches the soul god! We were met by a group of Twilight clergy roaming the territory of Astante. They are targeted by the 'Saint-Alternate' and the 'Yaren', and are forced to reveal their identities to the adventurers and ask for help. I feel sorry for them. β
"However, they have two quasi-heroes! Dad, you read that right, it's two quasi-heroes! One is a Necromantic Knight who resonates with the Earth elemental, named Underworld, who is also a clone of the Bone Tyrant - I think it's the same thing as a life box, both are used to hold soul fragments; The other is Perles, a prominent figure in the Twilight Cult and the Twilight Prayer, who I think has a higher status in the Twilight Sect than you do in the Dark Church. β
"Stygian is indeed a quasi-hero, because I've seen him transform with my own eyes. You know, heroic necromantic creatures can be completely restored to their former appearance, and even their physical functions are sound. Why is he a quasi-hero? Because heroic combat professionals will not be chased around by the 'Alternate Saints'. I'm not so sure about Pers's level, because he had hit the 'Alternate Saints' with a single blow. He told me that he was able to rise in rank because he had transformed many of his followers into half-undead creatures and made indelible contributions to the development of the Twilight Cult, which was why he was empowered by the Soul God. How many believers do you have to convert to become a quasi-hero? Thirty thousand? Fifty thousand? Did these believers follow him into Astant? β
"Yesterday I generously reached out to save these poor, wretched fellows, and provided them with a secret stronghold, which unfortunately could not be used a second time - everyone knew that the Knights of Judgment had dognoses. Before I went to bed last night, I really felt regret. I should not put the whole of my members in jeopardy for the sake of an alliance with a weak empire. I hope you'll say something reassuring to me, though you probably won't. β
"But today, the Knights of the Iron Hoof didn't make any moves! They disappeared and gave up their pursuit of us altogether. It's unusual, and I think they're waiting for reinforcements and quietly setting up on the periphery to catch us all. Speaking of which, the style of the 'Saint-Elect' is completely different from what is rumored. Maybe he realized that our dark church was very powerful, so he swallowed it? Be proud of your son, Dad! Shouldn't an enemy that even the Knights of the Iron Hoof have to be treated with caution be put to good use? β
Rasputin frowned and stared at that sentence for a long time, and said to himself, "Wouldn't that be too explicit?" No, maybe a little more modest. Then he continued to write.
"Let me tell you about the current situation, although there are certainly people who have sent you similar content, but I believe that only by standing on a high ground and looking at the overall situation can I restore the real state of affairs in more detail. At the moment, our power is still growing. In the early hours of yesterday morning, a group of stereotyped, eccentric witches arrived at us, supposedly using a magical teleportation array; This morning, when I was about to eat breakfast, a group of extremely rude werewolves knocked on the door (it was almost like slamming the door), and these fools had come overnight on two legs; By the first three minutes of writing this letter, the pretentious Blood Elves appeared in front of us, and it seemed that they had quite a few outlets in Astant. Are you surprised? The alliance between the Blood Elves and the Dusk Empire has long been known, but werewolves and witches are also allied with necromantic creatures, which is probably big news! There are also two well-known reinforcements, one is the 'Barbarian' Ida, and the other is the 'Villain' Esengren! I think this information will satisfy you. β
"I found an interesting place. Half-undead creatures, such as the living dead, are mindless, but the Twilight Clerics and Twilight Swordsmen have independent minds and personalities, perhaps because of faith? All half-undead creatures are capable of having an undead body while remaining human, but Pers is unique in that he can give instructions to the body and control the degree of aging of the body. He said that this is because there are various stages of 'corpse cells' such as youth and aging, and as long as the corpse cells stay in different stages, the body will show the appearance of different ages. I don't think he's telling the truth, and we should dive into the half-undead creatures. What are corpse cells? I've never heard of it! β
"Perls asked me, 'Are men equal to each other?' Is this stupid question still to be asked? Unequal, of course! You are one of the four deacons, and your status is far more noble than others; As your son, I was born as a young master of the Rasputine family, wielding expensive wands and spell-casting materials, reading advanced magical texts, and serving as a low-ranking deacon! Doesn't this mean that there is a distinction between high and low? When I replied, he just smiled and didn't say anything. He seems to have bad intentions. β
"None of these necromantic creatures can be trusted! They are despicable, forever scheming! I hate the Underworld, and although he pretends to be intimate with me, I don't trust him! They want to take advantage of us, but it's not that easy! β
After several exclamation points in a row, Rasputin himself seemed to become agitated, looking ready to fight. He began to write again.
"I've always believed that necromantic creatures should be loyal to us, but it's a joke that these minions want to build an independent empire! What kind of atmosphere can they become? I plan to capture the Underworld and deliver it to you at the right time. Think about it, how precious it is to be a quasi-heroic necromantic creature with a fragment of the soul of the Necromantic King on its body! But you don't have to thank me, I'm your son, and it's not worth mentioning to do such a trivial thing for you. Dad, if you want to dismantle the Underworld for research materials, please send me a few 'holy bones', which will be very helpful for my research topic. β
"Finally, please send seven ghost wand mages, not for my personal safety, but for the sake of the overall situation. As temperamental as the wand mages are, I promise that I will treat them as if they were guests of the same accord so that they can work together. Only the Wand Mage can stand up to the Knights of Judgment and keep us from falling behind. β
"When I'm down to business, I'll talk a little bit about personal matters by the way. Dad, I'm living well in Astant, so I don't have to worry about my motherβthough I know her mind is all about the necromantic creatures. Diesel is a good talent, although he is a half-tone soul mage, he is very good at doing things, and he also knows how to take care of my feelings, you can promote him more in the future. Also, while it's not worth mentioning, be sure to send in a Wand Mage as soon as possible, if you still want your only son back to you! β
"Your faithful little Gregory"
December 17
Picking up the letter paper and looking left and right, Rasputin picked up a delicate and small private seal, dipped it in purple ink, and stamped it on the signature. This ink was offered by Diesel called "Purple Iris", and the color was bewitching and lovely, and he liked it very much. He casts a magic ban on the letterhead, closing the envelope and then imposing a ban on it. After doing all this, he opened the cage and let the crow fly away with the envelope, and watched the crow disappear into the sky.
He got up, grabbed his wand and opened the door, glanced at the haggard middle-aged man guarding the door, and walked ahead very proudly. He descended the stairs and saw the witch named Itema spread her thighs and looked intently at the crystal ball, and asked, "What do you see?" β
Itema didn't raise her head, and said in a rough voice: "I see disaster. There will be an earthquake in the corpse wetland...... A catastrophe that shook the world. The time is very vague, maybe today, maybe the day after tomorrow, in short, it will not be more than a week. β
"Witches love to play tricks on these mysteries." Rasputin whispered.
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(Yesterday's second watch was the fulfillment of the contract - the atonement for a period of water for myself...... But who knows, classmate Luo pointed out another BUG! Okay, I've used this chapter to make bugs a little bit less of a hard hit. In order to encourage this kind of behavior, I hope that you will actively point out the flaws and shortcomings, and I will show my sincerity in one more chapter while mending them. Well, in other words, I owe another chapter...... οΌ
(So, I'm thinking about posting a sneak peek in the group every day before releasing a new chapter, so that the group members can confirm that there are no hard injuries before uploading it.) That way I don't have to owe chapters! οΌ
(Suddenly it was discovered that [Iron Will] is one of the specialties in DND, and otherworldly creatures are also one of DND's creature types...... I suddenly miss the days of running the group)
(The author is a pit dad today, and I update it on my behalf)