The heresy trial ceremony was on the verge of getting out of control.
Flambérand once imagined all possible variables in the heresy trial ceremony. The biggest crisis he conceived was the failure of his own magic spell. After all, using great magic words to identify heresies will be affected by many uncontrollable factors, and his own strength It's not high enough to control this magic technique 100%.
But he didn't expect that the unexpected situation would come from the opposite direction: his magic was strengthened.
Seeing the milky white halo spreading towards the entire square, Flamberant realized that the situation would get out of hand.
Because he knew from the very beginning that few of the civilians in the outer city of Luan could pass the test of the great divine word technique.
The long-term blockade has seriously weakened the will of the believers, and the leaflets circulating in the city have shaken everyone's belief in the God of Holy Light. Perhaps Flambérand doesn't care about the lives of the people at the bottom, but as a A senior priest, he at least understands the human heart, at least, he understands how weak the mind of ordinary people is under such circumstances. In contrast, the "Great Divine Word Technique" is an extremely severe test. In fact, this god At the beginning of its creation, the magic technique was not used to judge ordinary people for heresy. The real function of this magic technique was to test the spiritual strength of the priests!
The purpose of using this magic technique to test the supernatural on ordinary people and calling it "the trial of heresy" is very simple: it is just to ensure that everyone who stands on the opposite side of the church can be quickly condemned. .
Therefore, there was no fairness in this trial from the very beginning, because in fact, no matter who the soldiers grabbed from the square, there was a 99% chance that that person would be identified as a heretic!
The temporary bishop of Luan City immediately cut off his maintenance of divine spells, but the situation has not changed at all: the aftermath of the great divine word spell has been strengthened by some unknown force, it is still spreading, and it has shrouded the square On the heads of those people!
The civilians were commotion, but they had no time to avoid the range of the magic spell. The pure white halo swept over everyone's heads. What happened next made every priest at a loss: one after another, turbulent and fragmented lights emerged from the civilians. In the next scene, civilians one after another were identified as heretics by divine magic!
The halo spread all the way, and the turbulent and broken light curtains continued to form pieces all the way, and among the "heresy" marks one after another, less than 10% of people could still maintain the constant holy light, and even if it was that 10%, the rest The light is also dim and dim, and may go out at any time, so it cannot be regarded as having truly passed the test.
In this church city, the whole city is "heresy".
Flambérand felt dizzy for a while, and the continuous pieces of shattered light curtains rushed towards him like an endless black tide, and in this dizzy and shaking vision, he saw an even more terrifying scene:
The halo not only spread to the heads of the civilians, but also spread to the heads of the priests who stood on the edge of the platform and were punished.
A turbulent and shattered light curtain also appeared on those priests!
Then came the knights of the Holy See and the soldiers of the church. They watched in shock and tension as they were shrouded in the halo of divine magic. The next moment, the light curtains on their bodies also shattered, and black cracks like ink stains spread all over them.
"Oh God… "
There was an exclamation from the group of priests behind Flambérand, and the temporary bishop's heart tightened immediately. He tried hard to control his heart, trying not to make it beat so fast, but when he turned his head, that The terrifying scene still made his breathing stop for an instant:
In the group of priests on the high platform, among those priests from Luan Cathedral, two highly respected assistant bishops were looking at themselves in despair. Beside them, a dim layer of holy light was gradually shattering, and The pitch-black cracks are growing more and more.
The Great Divine Word Technique, which was supposed to spread only towards the square, unexpectedly affected the group of priests after it was suddenly strengthened!
"Persist in the faith!" Flambérand finally couldn't help exclaiming, "Don't doubt your belief! Don't doubt what you're doing!"
After exclaiming, the temporary bishop suddenly flashed the picture he just saw
On the square, among the civilians closest to the high platform of the trial, a few groups of extraordinarily bright and constant rays of light suddenly appeared just now...
He once thought that it was a commoner with exceptionally firm beliefs and a natural affinity with the Holy Light. Although it was very rare, it was not unimaginable, but now he finally realized the abnormality of this matter belatedly. In other words, he should have realized it at the beginning, but the state of astonishment at that time made him lose his judgment in the most critical few seconds.
Those brilliance are not the radiance emitted after passing the test of the "Great Divine Word Technique", but the holy light! It's something like magic!
"The Cecilians are in the square!" Flambérand raised his scepter high, and shouted to the panicked knights and soldiers around the platform, "Go and grab those... "
His shouting stopped abruptly, because when his eyes swept across the square, all those suspicious people had already disappeared.
Those people had been evacuated when the situation first started to spiral out of control.
He only saw a few weird metal plates falling to the ground, bright holy light floating on the surface of those metal plates, and bursts of powerful divine arts waves came from those metal plates.
For a moment of stupefaction by Flambérand, those metal plates seemed to finally be unable to withstand a certain pressure, sparks and a little smoke came out while crackling, and the holy light floating on the surface of the metal plates immediately dissipated.
And as those weird "magic props" stopped working, the great divine words spreading around the square finally stopped.
But everything is irreparable, and the whole square is falling into a deathly silence.
Flambérand stood on a high wooden platform, maintaining a terrifying face like a statue. He looked at the same sluggish civilians and silent priests, and there was a frenzy running in his mind. question:
When a heresy trial ceremony directly identified almost the entire city's believers and priests as heretics, as one of the only people who were not heretics, what should I do? !
Shouting the name of the Lord to purify the city of heresy? Or just pretend that nothing happened, that the power of the master occasionally failed
For the first time in his life, Frank Bereng hoped that the God of Holy Light would immediately send divine punishment and burn himself to death cleanly, which was better than facing the most difficult decision in his life here.
However, at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting the temporary bishop's life choices.
He was stunned for a moment when he heard the whistling sound, as if he didn't realize what it was, but soon he noticed the fearful expressions on the faces of the exiled knights who had taken refuge at the edge of the square, so he realized instantly. to what those sounds represent.
It's Cecil, it's Cecil's "Sky Fire" coming in! Those Cecilians finally got their hands on it!
Flambérand couldn't restrain his ecstasy at this moment. All his problems seemed to be solved with the fall of Cecil's sky fire. He turned around suddenly and looked at the group of priests behind him. On the face of Milai's priest, he also saw similar joy.
The Cecilians have finally brought their weapons to bear on the holy city!
Whether it is the out-of-control heresy trial, the doubts and confrontations spreading in the city, all these will become a thing of the past. When the Cecilians directly attack, all the mistakes made by the priests of the cathedral will become generous Embellishment before martyrdom, and Flambérand... was already ready for martyrdom.
He is indeed pious, and the priests in the cathedral are also pious. They were not afraid of death from the very beginning. In the bones of these senior priests, even the most greedy and selfish priests will burst out with great courage when facing the matter of "sacrificing for the Lord".
"The time to sacrifice for the Lord has come!" Flambérand suddenly shouted, he raised the scepter in his hand high, and the brilliant holy light gushed out from behind him, "I will prove my piety with blood!"
The group of priests also shouted enthusiastically: "The time to sacrifice for the Lord has come!"
The whistling sound in the air came from far and near, and finally reached the sky above the city. Flambérand's extraordinary eyes had already seen the appearance of those magical weapons wrapped in light blue airflow flying in the air. He saw those Things flew from the southeast of the city, and they rushed towards the ground like a falcon. They couldn't help but narrow their eyes slightly, and opened their arms towards those devil's weapons, quietly waiting for death to come.
The great belief of sacrificing for the God of Holy Light encouraged him, making his body tremble slightly with excitement.
Then, those "sky fires" flying from afar exploded on their own over the city.
Accompanied by a much smaller sound than the explosion of ordinary magic crystal cannonballs, the cyan air masses flying over the city disintegrated and exploded one by one, and the metal structures wrapped in the air masses also fell apart. After the hollow shells exploded, , countless eloquent pieces of paper fluttered down from the sky.
Flambérand squinted his eyes and opened his hands, waiting for a long time but did not wait for death to come. He couldn't help but opened his eyes in confusion, but saw the civilians in the square stretching their necks and looking at the sky.
A piece of paper fell from the front of his eyes, and the temporary bishop immediately grabbed it. He looked at the thing that fell from the sky in confusion, but what caught his eyes was the familiar exquisite print:
"...the Inquisition is the greatest lie...
"...the willingness to sacrifice civilians, kidnap civilians, this behavior is no different from robbers...
"... the holy light should not be decided by the priests in the church, the holy light belongs to everyone...
"Give up unnecessary confrontation, Cecil will treat all friends equally..."
Accompanied by whistling and explosions one after another, more and more pieces of paper drifted down. Flambérand looked up at the sky dully. He felt that the pieces of paper were like snow falling, endlessly.
The leader of the discipline monks finally came to his senses. At this moment, the senior priest in black yelled out the only sentence he could think of that might save the situation a little:
"It's the evil magic of the Cecils! The Cecils interfered with the heresy trial ceremony with evil magic and the devil's contract! The ceremony was destroyed by them. This trial is void, void!"
The group of priests echoed loudly, and Flambérand recovered a little bit from these shouts. He encouraged the Holy Light for the last time, and loudly announced the result of today's farce: "This heresy trial has been punished by evil. Due to technical impact, it is temporarily suspended."
Afterwards, the tall interim bishop directly ignored everyone in the square. He completely ignored the reactions of the common people, and led the priests quickly through the gate of the church area as if fleeing.
On the outer edge of the square, a pair of amber eyes watched indifferently through the window of a private house that the farce on the square ended in the most farce-like way.
Flambérand hid back in the church area, and the bishops and priests of Luan City were still alive.
But the Church of the Holy Light in the southern land finally died.
There is only one thing left to do now.