"In the first year of the glorious calendar, God came to the mainland and saw mourning all over the land and the people were in dire straits. So God said: Whoever can give up everything to save the suffering people, I will grant him eternal life. wWw,QuANbEn-XiAoShUo,CoM"
On the altar, the red-robed priest chattered endlessly. Byrne's eyes were full of reverence, but also very calm, which was very suitable for the identity of an ascetic monk. The assassins behind him were kneeling on the ground, looking intoxicated. Each of these people is good at imitating the mentality of others.
The most amazing thing is that many of these assassins were born in the Tangulas Empire, and the Holy See is the place where origin is most important. Several of these assassins are already serious magicians. Those who have ulterior motives but can borrow divine power are all blasphemers.
The voice of the red-robed priest on the altar spread throughout the square. In the square, the assassins led by Byrne were drowned in tens of thousands of believers, like a wave in the sea, inconspicuous.
This sermon will last for more than six hours, specifically. In the last week of the month, there are such activities in the Glory City. Byrne waited patiently, his body motionless, and the gloves on his hands were tucked into his sleeves.
Dervish monks rarely have any gorgeous weapons, but the gloves must be the best. Byrne's glove was made for him by Nicholas himself. It was made of metal and the inner layer was lined with soft gold, which was almost as valuable as fine gold. The outer layer is a metal block like scale armor, and each protruding metal block is engraved with divine inscriptions.
This is a weapon that covers half of his arm, with the metal covering all the way to Byrne's elbow. On the arm, each metal block is inlaid with a gemstone, as well as dragon crystal fragments and divine fragments. This weapon can be said to be the most luxurious equipment Nicholas has ever built.
As long as Byrne uses his mental power, he can pop out an invisible blade on his glove, which is one and a half feet long, like a short sword. In Byrne's right hand, he held a book. If someone else opened the book, it would be just a code of the Holy See.
In fact, in this book, there is indeed a row of crossbow barrels hidden, with a range of only about twenty meters. The crossbow arrows are tempered with purple gold liquid secreted by the capital sea urchin, which can penetrate most energy shields.
Behind Byrne, he was carrying a broken stone tablet. Inscribed on the stone tablet was a sacred text. This kind of stone tablet was left by the ascetic monks during the Fourth Dynasty. The Fourth Dynasty at that time adopted an attitude of fully blocking the preaching of the Holy See. Therefore, the ascetic monks left pieces of text carved on stones in mountain cliffs, hidden valleys, and inaccessible wilderness.
Later, the Fourth Dynasty collapsed and the Holy See took the opportunity to rise. The ascetic monks would not be driven everywhere to escape as before. After this period, the inscriptions left by the ascetic monks became precious and were often carried by some ascetic monks.
It can be said that there is no flaw in Byrne's current attire. An old ascetic brought his precious collection to the City of Glory to listen to the red archbishop's sermon.
The assassins had no flaws. Except for the assassins behind Byrne, there were more than thirty assassins in various corners of the square quietly waiting for Byrne's orders.
This was the third time Byrne had participated in such a sermon, and he was already familiar with the entire process. The actual participation is very different from what was collected in the intelligence. Byrne is an assassin and will not trust any intelligence.
As the sun gradually tilted toward the west, the sermon began in the morning and ended when the sun was about to set on the horizon. The starting time is different every time, but the ending time must be the moment before the sun disappears.
This is God's will, to let the light continue in the darkness. There are tall stone pillars on the altar that "will emit strong light to replace the sun the moment the sunlight disappears. The entire sermon" ends in this **.
Before this, there will be a ceremony to pray for holy water. When God came to this world, he chose three hundred people to preach for God. Every time he asked for holy water, he would also choose three hundred people. Where Byrne is, he will definitely be selected today. As time passed by, Byrne adjusted his breathing, his heart clear and carefree. He had carefully considered the choice of assassination in this square.
The Glorious City is different from the Holy City. Although it is nominally the seat of the Cardinals, in fact the Pope has taken over the power of academic affairs, and the Cardinals exist in name only. All orders are carried out in the sacred city. The City of Glory is a symbolic location.
There are not as many dangers here as there are in the imperial city of Tangulas Empire. Most of the cardinals are at the sixth level. It would really make no sense to assassinate the sixth-level cardinals. There are higher-level cardinals in the City of Glory. For example, the guy preaching at the altar is an eighth-level bishop.
A magician is the same as a magician. Being approached by an assassin means losing half his life. Even a powerful magician cannot guarantee his own safety. What Byrne has to do is to assassinate the cardinal in public in the glorious city where thousands of people are watching.
He's not sure how to kill a ninth-level magician, but an eighth-level one... If he still can't kill him, then he's not an assassin, but a warrior. The princess must be regretting her decision now, and Beiji doesn't know whether she can leave the Tangulas Empire alive after this assassination. Even if he escaped from the City of Glory, the magician could still leave a mark of hatred on himself before he died.
It would take at least several years to erase the imprint left by divine magic. It was impossible for him to hide in the Tangulas Empire for several years.
It depends on luck. Byrne looked up at the altar with a devout face. The red-robed priest's voice was full of excitement, and his words were very exciting.
Byrne was just calculating the trajectory of the sun. As an assassin, he did not need to look at the magic timer. Neither a clock nor a magic hourglass would be as accurate as the sun, moon and stars.
As time passed, the priests presiding over the ceremony began to roll their names. On the altar, the holy water accumulated in a month would be distributed to three hundred lucky people. In the square with tens of thousands of people, three hundred people were named and walked onto the altar. .
Byrne was the eleventh one to be hit. Behind him, there were two assassins guided by the priest to the altar, waiting to receive the holy water.
Byrne's mood became calmer and calmer, but there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Any believer who can get holy water should do this.
A group of ten people, the first batch of believers, received the holy water and walked down the other side of the altar with the blessing of divine magic. The altar is 100 meters wide and 20 meters high. The steps on both sides extend, making it appear tall and solemn.
The priest who led Byrne's group of believers glanced at the stone tablet behind Byrne and did not let him put it down. This stele is also a symbol of glory. If a monk is asked to put down the stele behind him, it would be an insult equivalent to blasphemy.
Byrne walked up the steps to the altar step by step. The stone tablet behind him made his steps feel heavier than ever before. He couldn't show the strength of an eighth-level expert, so his footsteps and the sounds he made made everyone around him look in admiration. This is a true ascetic! Even at such an old age, he is still so persistent.
There are many divine talisman formations on the altar, one of which is a deep pit carved in the stone. This deep pit does not look like it was man-made, but as if it was struck by something on the boulder. There was a large amount of holy water in the pit. Byrne took out his bowl and stepped forward.
"May the gods bless you, the light will shine forever, and the soul will be guided. Your..." The red-robed priest repeated what he had just said to the first batch of believers. Byrne smiled at him, the bowl in his hand disappeared, and the stone tablet behind him It flew up and landed on the ground with a bang.
The stone tablet fell to the ground and quickly grew in height and size. In the blink of an eye, it became a rectangular body more than ten meters high, with a metallic gleam on its surface. On the front of the stone tablet, the divine writing has been twisted and turned into the writing of the undead. Between the undead words, there is golden light flowing, two small dots, constantly patrolling.
After the stele was metalized, thousands of small holes appeared on the side, spraying black smoke crazily outward. This black smoke condensed and formed a undead text in the air.
The believers who were touched by the black smoke screamed in panic. Their skin and flesh were corroded, and the bones in their bodies were exposed in the blink of an eye.
The red-clothed priest was shocked. He did not expect that undead would appear here. You must know that the power of faith of the Lord of Glory is very obvious in restraining the undead. Facing Bai En, even the Golden Sword Master should not be distracted.
Byrne punched the red-clothed priest on the cheek. The invisible blade emerging from his metal glove directly shattered the red-clothed priest's brain.
The entire altar has been shrouded in the mist of the undead. There are not many warriors from the Holy See on this altar, almost all of them are magicians.
"disperse!"
"Purify!"
"Holy blow...
I don’t know how many gods came to fly with L without any purpose. The magician of the Glory City has not experienced a battle for a long time.
Byrne shattered the red-robed priest's mind, grabbed the corpse by the neck, and threw it towards the metal stone tablet. The corpse hit the tall metal fossil, and the metal fossil suddenly opened wide. It was full of sharp metal teeth, and the red-robed priest chewed it up and swallowed it.
There was chaos in the square, and magical alarms rang sharply. In every corner of the city, the Knights, who had been slacking off for hundreds of years, still didn't know what had happened.
The Knights of the Kingdom of God under the Cardinal Academy have long since ceased to exist. The current Knights are glorious knights whose combat effectiveness is not as good as that of the Holy Knights.
In the fog of the undead, Byrne moved like a ghost. His figure shuttled between the undead words one after another, and no one could see his movements clearly. There are several level magicians on this altar. They are not weak to begin with, but their existence is like a bright light in the darkness, attracting Byrne's attention.
As soon as a dispersion spell is used, Byrne will appear, crush the magician's neck, and throw it on the metal fossil monument. The metal fossil monument is scarred under the influence of divine magic. Every time it is attacked, a huge crack will appear on the metal fossil monument. At this time, Byrne will send a corpse for the metal fossil to be broken into pieces and eaten. D! ~!
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