"I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will be able to harm you."
In the dark night, it seemed as if someone was whispering.
Price barely caught what was said; it was words from the Gospels.
Before the rise of steam technology, the Holy Gospel Papal States ruled the Western world. In the name of God, they provoked disputes and wars on the land. With the power of faith, the Templar Crusaders roamed the archipelago and the continent, and wherever the cavalry went, cities were destroyed and people died.
Under the will of God, they exercised theocracy until Ingvig won the Glorious War and the steam engine shattered all faiths. Under the leap-forward technology, a huge military gap was formed between the conservative Holy Gospel Papal States and the countries with steam technology. From then on, faith could no longer rule anyone.
Despite this, the influence of the Gospel Church on the nations remains. After all, the Old London Spirit was originally established by the Romans, and most people still maintain their awe and faith in it. They whisper together, and their combined prayers become a torrent.
Officer Press was kneeling on the ground at this moment, and he didn't quite understand what had happened tonight.
The sheriff had gathered all the men a few hours ago. He had no idea what had happened. He only knew that this was the first time in recent years that Su Yalan Hall had deployed such a large police force. He thought it was a secret operation and was even prepared to die in battle. However, when a large number of mounted police arrived here, what was waiting for them were the Royal Guards.
Press rarely saw this group of soldiers wearing red cloaks. During the Glorious War, they were the trump cards of Ingwig. It was rumored that their cloaks were originally black, but were dyed red by the blood of the enemies. The enemies who feared them called them the Red Shirts.
The iron boots stomped on the ground, and the crisp iron sound echoed in everyone's ears. A resident living not far from the downtown area opened the window. He wanted to scold those who woke him up, but when he stuck his head out, he found that it was darker than ever before.
The red-clad guards blocked the entire underground palace and its surroundings. They raised their guns and built a wall of artillery. In order to prevent irrelevant people from seeing this place and accidents, the Mechanical Institute cut off all power in the area dozens of minutes ago. The lights went out and the darkness completely isolated people from the dirty secret.
There was no resistance, and in fact there was no need to resist. The Royal Guards were controlled before the mounted police could figure out the situation. So a group of mounted police from Suarlan Hall had all their weapons confiscated and knelt in the cold night of Old Dunling.
Something must have happened tonight. It was so quiet everywhere. Apart from the sound of iron boots, the only sounds were everyone's breathing and the murmur of prayers.
Suddenly, someone among the mounted police stood up, and several guards pointed their guns directly at him. It was a weapon that Press had never seen before, and it must be a secret product of the Institute of Mechanics, but he did not look at it for long. He knew very well that the more he knew, the faster he would die.
"I am Sheriff Donas of Sualan Hall, and I have the authority to see your chief!"
It was Sheriff Donas. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he roared angrily, but what awaited him was a heavy blow from the butt of a rifle. These soldiers didn't care about his identity at all.