After Becoming The Tyrant

Chapter 175: Seven seals

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When the gradually cold wind blew across the land, the defensive preparations for Jolin County were carried out tensely and orderly under the orders of the king.

Almost the entire city was mobilized, and the king's clerk walked through the streets, pasting Legrand's battlefield announcements at every intersection. Scholars and bards have told people over and over again that now the lost ground southeast of Legrand is being regained, and their struggle and struggle is fruitful. As long as everyone can work together to hold on to Jolin County, Legrand will usher in a glorious future. victory.

The name of every recovered town in the southeast was carved into the city walls to inspire everyone.

The new model of military planning, which the king forced the officers to accept by coercion, showed its advantages at this time. The quartermasters who have experienced the "torture" quickly made a reasonable plan, dispatched the nearby carriages and horses, and methodically transported all the food around the city of Jolin. [1] Trees suitable for building siege equipment near Yolin County were also cut down early and transported into the city to become raw materials for carpenters and architects to build fortifications.

The mathematicians who worked hard to sort out the "logistics system" together with the quartermaster were not much better off than before, because after the surrounding grain was transported into the city, an order from the king reached them again.

They must work with the quartermasters to count the grain reserves that Jolin City currently has, and then work out a rationing system that is as reasonable as possible.

This was probably the most rigorous and unforgiving time in Legrand's history of transporting grain. The king dispatched a cavalry to guard the granary and set up supervisors. Anyone who dares to hide food will be executed on the spot.

When the scout reported and saw the flag of the Holy Army on the horizon, the last wagon with timber was withdrawn into the city.

The winch turned, the drawbridge was raised, and the city gates slammed shut.

The sky and the earth are dim, and in the gloom, the city of Yolin County is closed.

"They are here."

The king stood on the lookout tower, and he heard the warning horn from tower to tower, and the whole city was like a crawling beast in the twilight, showing warning fangs to the approaching enemy.

Smoke billows from the horizon, and countless crosses are raised high in the smoke, and the temple knights who come wrapped in blood are like the legendary doomsday knights. It is said in the Holy Lord that God entrusted them with the authority to fight against them, and taught them to come to the earth to take peace and make people kill each other. sin.

Among the crosses held high, there is one that is most brilliant and dazzling.

It was a golden cross that was as tall as one person.

Pope, Holy Emperor, emblem of Siold.

Now, the two most powerful and outstanding emperors of this era have finally set foot on the same battlefield.

Amid the desolate horn sound, the army stopped at a distance from Jolin City, which was said to be orderly. The front of the army parted, the golden cross was raised forward, and a carriage drove out of the army. In the distance, the king saw someone getting down from the carriage.

The people who got off the carriage looked from a distance, and their eyes fell precisely on the observation tower where the king was.

"The Olde."

The king whispered.

"Pulland."

The stalled warhorse spewed white air from its nose, and its iron hooves stomped on the ground. The sound of wind, the sound of armor rubbing, the battlefield is still noisy. Siold stood on the ground and muttered to himself like a sigh.

Just as the king saw him, he seemed to have captured the king's whereabouts for the first time.

"Standing."

He ordered.

A white eagle circled the sky for a moment, then retracted its wings, and landed on Pope Siold's outstretched arm.

It's from Whitsunday.

Holy Spirit Bay, Holy See, Holy City.

Cardinal deacon Segone stands outside the bronze door of the sanctuary. There are many exquisite reliefs on the bronze door behind him, telling the story of the apostle who was commissioned by the Holy Lord to walk on the earth, angels and crowds. Demons fought, and the heretical city-state was destroyed on the Day of Judgment.

His palms were faintly sweaty, and a secret letter was hidden in his arms.

A letter from the Holy Empire, handwritten by Ferry III.

Segney didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong, but as the Holy Army movement unfolded, Pope Theorde chose the fleet of the Abyss Alliance to transport the army, and the caravans of the Hopeless Inner Sea began to quickly turn into decline. . In particular, the ensuing Angry Gold Empire attacked the Holy Spirit Bay and captured many ports. His family's merchant ships were completely burned by those barbarians.

Pope Theold is increasingly at odds with the Presbytery, and the cardinals always have to make a choice.

He's just adding a little more help to the crack, and that's fine.

Segney comforted himself in his heart.

He thought so and walked into the bronze door.

After the last cardinal stepped into the secret chapel, the bronze doors closed behind him. From this moment on, all the doors in this church have been sealed, and no one is allowed to enter here. The guardian knights of the Holy See stand guard outside the secret church, and it will be cut off from the world until the end of the important decision that is about to take place within it.

This kind of ceremony used to only appear when the pope was selected, but now that Pope Theold is still alive, it is held again.

In the depths of the secret church, in the secret room normally used to discuss the election of the Pope, thousands of candles illuminated the secret room extremely brilliantly. On both sides of the long table, sitting people in black robes, most of them are old and about to die. Segney sat down at the end of the long table, knowing he had no voice here.

All the cardinal clergy still in the sanctuary were gathered here.

What will be held here is a trial that affects the entire Holy Court.

A trial that is absolutely secret and absolutely enough to shock the world.

- The trial against Pope Theold.

Doctrinally, the Pope, as the incarnation of God, can never be wrong, let alone guilty. However, in the top-secret documents within the Holy Court, there is a secret rule in the original twelve bronze books that, in the event of a last resort, under certain preconditions, gather all those who are qualified to participate in the selection of the Pope and gather here. What gives the Pope divine status is the ability to convene a trial on the Pope himself.

This trial is absolutely not allowed to be disclosed to the public, so several trials held in secret in history ended with the death of the pope who was being tried. The Holy Court still maintains its holy face to the outside world.

However, the trial this time is completely different from the past. The trial document has been drawn up long ago, and cardinal deacons such as Segney only have to sign the document.

Under the light of the candlelight, the faces of the old men at the long table were cold. They were like corpses emerging from coffins, with a heavy twilight aura, but in the twilight aura they contained a terrifying power. They are the seven elders of the Holy Court, corresponding to the seven angels who hold power as mentioned in the Holy Book.

The seven chief elders appeared together in this secret meeting and sealed the judgment with an irrefutable conclusion.

Segney took a deep breath and signed his name on the trial paper.

He was the last cardinal who was invited to enter here. After he signed his name, the bell rang in the cold and dreary church, and the sound echoed between the corridors and rooms of the church. At this moment, Segney thought he was the one who received the Book of Revelation, and he heard the God of the past, present and future unraveling the prophecy of the end times in his ears, and Hong Zhong was the signal of that day.

Segney forgot himself in the sound of the bell, and when he woke up from the ignorance, he was already in the back room of the church, completely forgetting what he had just done.

The sound of the bell echoed for a long time like a roar rushing out from the ground.

Deep in the huge church, there were only seven elders left on the long table.

Sentencing Siold for apostasy, blasphemous instruments were placed in front of the elders who were seated in the first place. He pushed it into the middle of the long table and looked up at the others.

"God's power is given to believers, not to tyrants."

An elder said hoarsely.

"The stealer will be destroyed."

The elder sitting in the first place had no sadness or joy on his face. He raised his hand and drew a cross on his chest.

The elder who spoke first put a copper box sealed with lead on the table. Another elder held a candle that melted the lead. When the sealed lead slowly melted, the cold wind in the hall made the candles sway, and there seemed to be countless holy spirits singing in the air, and it seemed that there were countless snakes laughing in a low voice.

Taboo Box.

There is an ancient contract that even the Pope can't know, it is the oath mentioned in the holy book - the original contract signed between God and man!

The copper box was opened, and the contract between man and God was held up by an old hand.

The scroll was filled with peculiar writing inside and out, and it was sealed with seven seals.

The first elder slowly opened the first seal and passed it on to the second. The second elder opened the second seal and passed it on... the third seal, the fourth seal... the last seal!

All the candles were extinguished in an instant.

"The seven seals have been opened, we should open the door of the kingdom of God and the world, and let God return to the earth."

The elder held the ancient scroll with both hands high, and every word on the ancient scroll was emitting a dazzling light, illuminating the cold hall as bright as day.

The author has something to say: [1] Refer to "The Burning Crusade: A Brief History of the Crusades"