Sharp, icy, merciless.
All self-deception is torn apart in front of the word "coward", and underneath is one's own shame and shame. The old president seemed to be ten years older in an instant, his lips moved several times, and in the end he couldn't say a word.
The overly young king had a mocking smile on his lips and a gloomy coldness over his eyes. His pale fingertips tapped on the armrest, his voice unhurried, like a nocturnal owl looking at a shivering mole hidden in the dark.
"Let me guess, why do you choose to escape to Legrand now... Because the Holy See intends to use you as sacrifices to solve the Black Death, right?"
The old president and Ali were silent.
"You have been begging for so many years, even at the cost of betraying your best disciples, but in the end you find that in the eyes of the Holy Court, even if you have hung a cross and memorized the holy book, you are still heretics in their eyes. You tolerate a lot of heresies. It is their kindness to live for a while." The king said softly, "when the lamb is about to be slaughtered, struggle to get out of the cage."
He gave a low sneer and leaned back in his chair.
"What is your confidence?" The king raised his head slightly, "because you are very familiar with the Holy Court, because you can divination, you can spy on fate, and you can help an army win every battle. Perhaps your biggest bargaining chip is, you Know what the power of the Holy Court is? Am I right? Mr. President."
"Yes, we know the next plan of the Holy See."
The old president said in a low voice.
"Tell me about it." The king said coldly, "Whether you can survive depends on whether you bring enough chips."
His tone made it clear that if the astrologers didn't show their worth, he would definitely turn his face and chop off their heads right away.
"Their plan, called..."
The old president paused.
"God-given blade."
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There are two things that make people powerless to resist, one is the turning wheel of the times, and the other is the power of gods.
When the two collided, the former collided with the latter, and the vortex set off would devour and strangle everything that looks like an ant.
Blaise was deeply caught in such a vortex at this time.
After Ferry III withdrew, Blasey changed dramatically.
At the previous coronation ceremony, King Charles knelt down in front of the Pope and presented the orb, a symbol of kingship, to the Pope, symbolizing that he fulfilled the promise of his ancestors and returned the divine right of earthly dominion to the supreme saint. host. Since then, a new addition has been added to the blue tulip-embroidered King Blasey flag - the golden cross.
Keen people realized that things had changed when there was a cross on the Blasey royal coat of arms.
As Ferry III said when he burned down the palace, King Charles, who was crowned by the Pope, was just a paper-human weak king. The cross on his crown is the real ruler of the country.
When the carriage with the golden cross drove down the street, people shunned it. The golden cross is the emblem of the Knights of the Temple.
As the swords of the Holy Court, they are the majestic side of the Holy Lord and cannot be violated.
In less than a month, the Knights Templar of the Holy Court entered various important towns in Blasey.
The change upset Blaise's local aristocracy
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It is true that the nobles of Blaisey believe in the Holy See, but this is based on the belief that the Holy See can bring them more benefits. In the past, they were able to collude with the clergy, forcing the royal family to step back step by step to gain more autonomy and establish their own kingdom in the kingdom.
Someone once said that Blaise's royal family is actually a "land island country", which means that with the support of the Holy Court, the lord is equal to the monarch in his own territory.
Because of this, the nobles "religiously" believe in the Holy See.
But believing in clay statues and truly dedicating everything to the Lord are two different things. The clergy from the Holy Court became the county magistrates, which undoubtedly took away the rights that originally belonged to the local lords.
King Charles looks like a puppet, but the local aristocrats are not willing to lose their interests so much. They connected some bishops and raised a rage against the Pope in the country. They claim that the Pope did this for his own ambition, not for the kingdom of God.
They had thought it would stop the Pope from his disturbing actions.
However, they were wrong.
For more than a thousand years, the Holy Court was like a silent chariot, able to control various countries just by relying on its own majesty. Now, as opposition rises, the Pope's iron-fisted policy drives this long-silent chariot to its terrible roar.
The local lords of Blaisey who were unwilling to have their rights taken away by the church personnel soon encountered the conquest of the church.
It was an overwhelming army of knights, and the white-gold banner spread out like a tide. When the army of God rose from the horizon, it was as numerous as a sea of sand. Shouting out the chapters of the Holy Book, the Templars rolled across the borders of the local lords in silver armor.
The horses rolled by, crushing all obstacles in the rumbling sound, and the roar shook the world.
Countless people witnessed with their own eyes, on the battlefield, a dazzling cross appeared above the sun in the sky. Under the guidance of the cross in the sky, some people even saw an angel in armor appearing in front of the army on the battlefield. The angel waved a long sword and then disappeared. But the armies, guided by the angels, were invincible, and all resistance was torn apart effortlessly.
The Pope's iron fist and the power of the Holy See have once again shocked the world after many years.
Blasey's chroniclers called the battle in Blasey the "War of the Rings" after witnessing the phantoms of angels leading the army forward.
We all know that at this moment, the Holy Court has personally fought twice in history.
One was the "Battle of God's Punishment" in the Holy Spirit Bay for a thousand years, which directly destroyed the powerful Legrand and plunged the Rose Royal Family into never-ending civil strife. One is the current "Battle of the Rings of God" in Blasey. This battle directly swept away all the injustices against the Holy Court in Blasey. In the afterglow of the war, an unprecedented kingdom has revealed its prototype.
In this era, people believed that the outcome of the war was decided by the Holy Lord.
The Holy See reiterated this point with its two shocking wars.
The capital of Blaisey, the Cathedral of Aselli.
After the coronation of King Charles, the Pope lived here and did not return to the Holy City.
The Pope, with white hair in his hair, stood with all the cardinals and archbishops in front of the statues in the nave of the Cathedral of Aselli. The cardinals accompany the pope, while the bishops in Blasey stand silently below. The Pope looked up at the statue, looking a little thin under the wide white robe.
"I'm glad you've brought me good news." The Pope opened a thick manuscript and laid it out flat, like an ordinary priest preaching to the faithful.
"Holy, holy, the battle of armies."
Cardinal Sisien drew a cross on his chest. He was in charge of the Knights of the Temple, and he led the "Battle of God's Responsibility" on the land of Blaisey.
"The Lord protects us, and his armies are invincible. We have taken control of Blaise, Apostle."
"It's not easy to come this far, my old friends." The Pope sighed, looking around the cardinals, "among us, some have returned to the arms of the Lord, and some have deserted us. Today I called you here to tell you something unfortunate."
"Listen to your teachings."
The cardinals bowed their heads humbly, all of them as servants before the Pope. Because the Pope is the closest person to God in this world.
"His name is Warwick Bligh," said the Pope lightly. "Some of you may have heard of this name. He is the most gifted of all of our Blessed Ones. He is the human incarnation of Saint Val. ."
"But he died not too long ago."
The bishops were startled, and they looked at each other.
Anyone who can stand here knows what the "Blessed Ones" stand for - every one of them is carefully cultivated by the Holy Court, and when necessary, they can be transformed into real angels. It is impossible for the Blessed One to die, because it is impossible for an angel to be killed!
But Warwick Bly was dead.
"My friends, it's hard to believe, isn't it?" The Pope turned around, his eyes were extremely sharp, "The wars of these days have shaken some of you, beginning to wonder if you really need to build a kingdom of God on the ground. . But we can get power from God, so why can't heretics get power from darkness?"
"The monarch of Legrand has completely fallen."
"Darkness is recovering on the earth through the kingdom of the world. If we cannot establish the kingdom of gods, how will we save the world and fight against the darkness?"
he said sharply.
"The establishment of the kingdom of God is the responsibility of all the apostles." Cardinal Sissian replied loudly, he still carried the blood of these days of war, and his eyes swept over the other people in the nave, "Only the fallen ones are the only ones. It will be shaken by the blood of heresy."
"The Lord is above, He will return to earth and bring salvation to us."
The Bishops of Blaise were horrified. Sisian, who was in charge of the Holy See military, was the Pope's right-hand man, and he was the most loyal to the Pope in the entire Holy See. In a way, he is the sharpest sword in the Pope's hands.
When the Pope handed over, the situation was similar to what it is now. The dialogue at that time directly triggered the unprecedented "purging of heresies" that followed.
Could it be that this time, there will be a new cleaning
"Peter, Capal, Blair..." The Pope said several names slowly, and the faces of those who were pronounced pale.
The door of the hall suddenly opened, and the temple knights poured in and took them directly.
"Pope! Pontifical!" Bishop Peter, whose name was first read, was pale, and he struggled to say something.
But the hall was dead silent, and the cardinals in charge of the internal trials of the Holy Court were expressionless.
"I regret that."
The Pope looked at Bishop Peter who was pinned to the ground with pity.
"You have forgotten your true heart, and you are in the company of a fallen man who was excommunicated and still unrepentant like Ferry. May the Lord grant you final redemption."
"God shows us the way!" The cardinals all stood up, raising their arms, "Holy war! Holy war! Holy war!"
"The Lord is above."
The Pope raised his hand and drew a cross on his chest.
"We have taken back the rights of God from the Lamb of God, and now it is time for us to truly build His kingdom!"
1433, spring.
The winter snow from the previous year to this year was melted by the fire of war, and after it melted, it gathered into a blood-colored river. The storm between the Abyss Channels has gradually subsided, the currents have begun to change direction, and ships from the eastern shore of the Abyss Channel to Legrand will have a favorable time with the wind.
In Blasey's Aselli Cathedral, the God-given blade will be drawn.
…
Hell, the castle of black stone and bones.
The devil sat on the tower with the scepter of bone set aside.
He drank slowly, a spirit called "Night Rose".
This is a special kind of spirit from hell. After drinking it, it is like a fire, but the taste has a bit of bitterness, giving people the feeling of an elegant and lonely madman.
The Undead Lady of Hell is the best brewer of this wine, because it uses the springs of hell, the fragments of the soul. The water of the Abyss Spring is cold all year round, and the water is very clear, but it can freeze the metal into ice when it falls, and only the undead can be unaffected, but the wine brewed with this water is very strong.
The devil added rose petals to it, and it looked scarlet as blood.
For more than a thousand years, there have been times when the devil would sit alone on the uninhabited tower of the Rose Palace, pouring his own drink.
He drank this wine and waited for a man like this wine to return.
The crow, Menglaan, stopped quietly at a distance from the devil. While he was drinking, not even the crow wanted to get too close to him.
The devil's hand holding the wine glass suddenly stopped in the air.
He raised his head, his eyes seemed to see the world through the dark red sky.
"here we go."
The wine in the devil's hands suddenly disappeared, he stood up, the wind blew his black dress, and the hem was like a dovetail.
He left hell without hesitation.