Twenty minutes later.
In the secret underground prison, it is like a market.
In this spreading chaos, demons invaded the city, guards left their posts, and criminals revolted happily.
Holding torches everywhere, the prisoners set fire to their clothes and sheets, sawed open the cages, broke the shackles, and set off a carnival in the prison.
And right in the center of the countless noises and screams, on a high platform with dozens of tables, a voice preached impassionedly.
"friends!"
The old voice roared: "We meet here today and work together to resist Ludovic's tyranny! We have paid such a high price and sacrifice! We need to remember this moment of victory!"
"Victory! Victory!"
The prisoners in the carnival shouted: "The moment of victory!"
"So, are we in it for money? Are we in it for honor? Or are we in it for power?"
On those dozen tables, the perverted old man wearing a tattered and dirty skirt clenched his fists, his beard and hair sprouted, and shouted fanatically:
"No, it's for the most precious thing in a person's life, it's for freedom!"
The prisoners, whose minds were full of stimulants, alcohol and banned drugs, screamed in ecstasy: "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"
"Let us continue the struggle! Let us wave this flag of freedom! Let us move towards a great new era!" The old man shouted: "Fuck the Pope!"
Frantically, the prisoners screamed, "Fuck the Pope! Fuck the Pope! Fuck the Pope!"
"very good!"
The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Come here, bring Ludovic's minions!"
Soon, the warden, who was tightly tied up on the tattered cross, was carried up. Broken wood was piled around to serve as firewood, and someone filled it with fuel and spirits from unknown sources. The smell was pungent.
The warden's face was pale.
"Spare your life! Spare your life!" he screamed, "I am innocent!"
"Fart! Can you lie to me!"
The perverted old man dressed as a woman jumped down and pointed at his nose: "Whether you are telling the truth or a lie, I can tell with my toes!"
"Everything I said is true!"
The warden was on the verge of tears: "It was originally the order of that bitch bishop! He ran away just now! I'm just a poor man! Brothers, I have never done anything to apologize to you! Spare me Well, it’s all that bastard bishop’s fault! Spare your life! Spare your life!”
"real?"
The old man picked up two bottles of wine and poured it on him, leaving some behind and pouring it into his stomach. His eyes were drunk and his tone was suspicious.
"really!"
The warden nodded.
"Then let me ask you!"
The old man raised his voice, pointed at his nose, and said solemnly: "If you dare to tell lies, you will pay the price for your lies today!"
He paused and asked in a sacred and solemn tone:
“—I’m wearing a skirt, does it look good?”
“…”
In an instant, all the noise disappeared.
Dead silence.
What was he just saying
The prisoners looked at the old man in confusion, including the warden on the cross. But the warden did not dare to speak, because the old man was still holding a freshly lit match in his hand.
"Tell me! Does it look good?"
The old man brought the match closer and shouted sternly: "If you dare to panic, I will burn you!"
The warden burst into tears, completely collapsed, and opened his mouth to speak.
At that moment, a roar sounded.
It was as if from the nine heavens, the angry gods rained down angry thunder to kill this damn blasphemer. Amidst the continuous roaring, the ground shook and everyone staggered, unable to stand firmly.
And with the loudest noise, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a roaring and heavy black shadow passed through the layers of barriers and landed on the ground at the bottom.
boom!
Smoke and dust flew, and gravel flew.
Everyone sat down on the ground.
Something extremely heavy fell from the sky, smashing the ceilings one after another, and even landed on the lowest floor
The warden who was tied to the cross was almost sat down by the thing and smashed into meat patties. After narrowly surviving, his face was pale and he was about to faint.
Soon, the sound of steel rubbing against each other was heard.
A burly figure walked out of the smoke, suffocating everyone.
Knights Templar!
It's the Templars!
The huge gospel armor brought a terrifying intimidation, which made everyone afraid to speak, woke up from the fanaticism, and kicked their eyes.
The Templar looked around and after confirming that there was no threat, nodded and waved upward. Soon, a rope condensed by ether stretched down.
A white-haired young man in a robe slid down the rope and landed on the Templar's shoulder. He looked around and frowned:
"Who is Archbishop Albert?"
“…”
"Who is Archbishop Albert?"
He asked again, but it was obvious that this time he did not wait for an answer, but instead popped up several moonlight threads to directly search for memories in their minds.
In the end, his eyes fell on the old man dressed as a woman.
"Mr. Albert?" he asked.
Albert seemed to be still drunk and not sober. He tilted his head and looked at the visitor in confusion: "You are looking for me? Are you here to join our team because of my reputation?"
"...Aren't there any normal people at the top of the sect?"
The young man curled his lips and sighed, "Rejoice, you have a good subordinate. Follow me, Mr. Albert, your central temple is waiting for you."
"real?"
Albert was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, came over and hooked Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "You told me earlier! I thought you were sent by that little bitch Ludovic to kill me! Oh, what's the matter? Little brother, you look so kind, as if you have seen him before! Unfortunately, you just look a bit like the unlucky guy who assassinated the Pope, but it doesn’t matter. Anyway, with such chaos now, no one cares who you are. By the way , when shall we leave?”
"immediately."
"Then you have to wait for me."
Albert waved his hand, "I still have some business to do here."
As he spoke, he took out a match from his pocket, lit it, and waved it in front of the warden with a serious face: "You didn't answer me just now! Tell me! Do I look good in a skirt?"
The warden had completely collapsed, crying and nodding: "It looks good! It looks good! Your Majesty, you look great in a skirt!"
Then, Albert's smile disappeared.
Became cold and indifferent.
Like iron stone.
"Idiot."
He loosened his fingers and let the match fall:
"—You look better in a skirt."
No longer paying attention to the warden who was screaming in the fire, he turned around and grabbed the rope. Under the pull of the pulley, under the dull and admiring eyes of the prisoners, he rose slowly, under the guard of the Templar Knights. left.
After a long, long time, someone finally reacted and pointed in surprise at the hole where the faint light fell:
"—The boss has ascended to heaven!"
"Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven!"
Amidst the cheers of a group of "freedom fighters", a dirty and torn skirt floated down from the rip and danced in the air, like a butterfly flying into the flames.
Burned to mad embers.
…
…
"This world is changing so fast."
Archbishop Albert was wearing prison uniform and sitting where he once was, with blood still under his feet. Several loyal subordinates patted his shoulders and rubbed his legs, serving him meticulously.
Rubens struck a match and lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth. The cigar was found from Rembrandt's corpse and had a sweet smell when smoked.
As a result, his face was hidden in the curl of smoke.
"In just a few days, the host of the Silent Institution died in the hands of his loyal subordinates, and the Pope was stabbed to death during the New Year's sermon. The Archbishop of the Holy Church, who had no backer, was worse than a dog and was imprisoned by his new boss. , wearing women's clothing every day and acting like crazy in order to beg him to show his favor. Before I got drunk, the Holy City was full of singing and dancing, and everyone was looking forward to the coming new era. But I just slept, and the Holy City became like this The idiot who was raped dozens of times. It was too horrible to watch. Now, the suspect who killed the Pope rescued me and entrusted the important institutions of the Holy City into my hands again. And this guy, in just half a month, , jumped from formal musician to master field... "
He stared at Ye Qingxuan and exhaled the heavy smoke:
"-Don't we no longer need reason and common sense in this world?"
"If I have learned anything in the past half month, it is probably this: This world has its own logic and reason, and those who cannot keep up with it will be crushed by it and thrown into the dust."
Ye Qingxuan replied calmly: "So, after experiencing some things, I decided to run in front of it."
Albert was silent for a long time, took off his cigarette, threw it into the pool of dried blood on the ground, and sighed softly: "Talk about your conditions, young man. At this time, neither you nor I can change the reality. The changes in the great era are endless. Little people like you and me are trying to divert it, but now, we can at least decide where it will turn. Tell me, are you ready to dedicate the Holy City to the Hundred-Eyed Man in exchange for unparalleled achievements? Or are you going to turn the tide and use your arms as a chariot to make a few mistakes? Minute hero?”
"neither."
Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's up to the big shots to think about what this world will become. I just want to find someone in the Holy City."
"Find someone?"
Albert was stunned, and for a long time, he laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Ye Qingxuan.
"You actually... just want to find someone through the barrier?"
He shook his head dejectedly: "Sorry, young man, as you can see: the Great Barrier of the Holy City has been broken into a sieve. All basic functions have stagnated, and the balance of the four realms of all matrices is completely chaotic. Even now I have given the supreme authority to You, all you can get is a superficial shell. Damn... all my life's hard work, and now there is only a shell left? Those stupid bastards... "
Ye Qingxuan looked at his frustrated look and shook his head:
"It's broken, it can be repaired."