In the Seven Hills, riots gradually broke out. Madness and disorder gradually engulfed those who felt their faith was shattered. The fanatics roared and charged around, but soon the Templar Knights appeared and suppressed the scene.
There were constant gunshots and roars, but it seemed that this was not the time to unveil the truth. The panic lasted for a while and then subsided. The well-equipped Templar Knights regained control of the scene.
This time they became more severe, with blood on their armor, scolding the believers and quickly driving them out of the city.
Most of the believers also became docile, and it was unclear whether they were really doing so or were planning an outburst in the next second.
The demon hunters walked among the shadows, secretly killing the most active fanatics. After losing these leaders, the believers temporarily found it difficult to cause any trouble.
Such things happened and repeated themselves over and over again until night fell and the holy city fell into silence.
A rare curfew was imposed in the Holy City, with Templar Knights guarding the streets. Outside the city, there were even larger numbers of Templar Knights evacuating believers and sending them back to their hometowns or finding places to resettle them.
But what is known is that no matter what, the believers must stay away from the holy city. Now they have no swords in their hands and are relatively obedient, but no one knows what these believers will do when they have the power to resist.
The Templars tried not to think about it. Faith was a sharp double-edged sword. Now they had tasted the bitter fruit, and in the darkness, more blood was flowing.
“This might be an opportunity.”
Someone was hiding in the dark room, whispering.
"Our lives have become increasingly difficult since he became Pope. This damn guy doesn't understand the meaning of compromise."
Someone echoed.
"It is said that Miguel is also dead, and the exiles are gradually dying out. There is no hope for them anymore."
"This madman was able to slaughter so many families just to let him wear the crown. Will there be a next time, and the next time?"
Some people also expressed their objections and felt that it was not that bad.
"Maybe, maybe we should listen to him this time?"
The man's voice was trembling with fear.
"You must have had nightmares, dreaming about all those hideous and horrific things... Maybe this is true? You all know the legend, right?"
He swallowed and tried to muster up his courage.
"It is said that the Pope has an army of demons... Only the Cardinal is qualified to know a little bit."
Hearing this, people became a little quiet.
"Cardinal...?"
Someone whispered, and then the whisper was filled with anger.
There had been a cardinal in his family before, but when it came to the final decision, that cardinal stood in the wrong position. Everyone knows what happened next. The new Pope cleared all obstacles, and his enemies either died in this holy city or went into exile overseas and were never heard from again.
He looked at the others. They were all once prestigious families in the Holy City. They had always maintained a perfect balance with the Pope, but with the emergence of the new Pope, all of this was disrupted.