The rising sun shines on this centuries-old church city.
The giant sun rose from the sky, and the huge sun disc covering half of the sky radiated hazy halos like clouds and mist to the surroundings. The wood-grained lines on the corona looked down solemnly like a wrinkled face looking down on this world that had experienced blood and blood. The land of fire, the century-old streets and alleys of Luan City, the ancient church spires, mottled walls and towers, and the stone roads soaked in blood and flames, all are bathed in this boundless and warm morning light, a kind of pale gold The bright colors of the city filled the city with the morning light. This scene makes people think of the picture that the saint Dumont painted to the world before his death four centuries ago.
I saw a huge city, endlessly wide, and light diffused from between the bricks and stones of the city, and the whole city seemed to be forged by light.
However, the scene depicted by Saint Dumont finally passed away with his long sleep. All the imaginations of people in later generations about the Kingdom of Holy Light can only stop at the ravings of a dying man. For the residents of Luan at this time As far as they are concerned, they have no time to care about what a saint who has been dead for four hundred years saw before he died. They just gathered in the square in front of the cathedral, cheering their victory and survival against the rising sun. .
"We won!! Bless the Holy Light, we won! Long live Cecil!!"
The cheers resounded throughout the square, and even the entire church area. Volunteer mercenaries and adventurers raised their swords and shields high and beat them vigorously to express their excitement. Farmers and craftsmen were also in the air Waving their pitchforks and hammers, laughing heartily with everyone, the merchants and gentry from the Carroll area seemed to have forgotten the barriers of status at the moment. They threw their sticks, hats, and handkerchiefs into the sky, and then enthusiastically A kind of excitement that no one has ever experienced is stirring in the crowd. Although no one can describe what this excitement is, its meaning is self-evident: the world The "inferior people" finally succeeded in rebelling against the "superior people" once.
And in a corner of the church square, under the close supervision (and protection) of a dozen white knights and a large group of volunteer mercenaries, a small group of priests and priests with bloody heads, tattered clothes, and even dying were huddling together, terrified Watching all this happening in front of your eyes.
They are the only surviving priests and priests of Luan Cathedral, and they are specially reserved for future "public trials". Except for them, more than half of the priests and priests died during the battle. Many were killed by the white knights on the spot, some were besieged and wiped out by the adventure team composed of mercenaries and adventurers, and a small part were killed. He was directly beaten to death with stones, sticks, and hoes by angry people when his physical strength was exhausted.
The small group of survivors watched and watched, genuinely horrified by the power of the outraged crowd: the sticks and stones may not be as powerful as a spell, but what lies behind them is astonishing. Terrified.
At the corner of the square, on a tall steeple, several young people from the Cecil Newspaper Office and their mentors recorded the scene on the square with the magic net terminal, watching the crowd bathed in the sun and the crowd in the morning light. In the shining ancient city, a young man couldn't help sighing: "It's really a miracle."
Another young man shook his head: "However, someone will definitely call this an atrocity."
"This is indeed an atrocity, or an act of violence. Any major change, involving the replacement of order and the reorganization of social rules, will inevitably be accompanied by acts of violence. There have been no exceptions in the history of thousands of years." The old man in the robe behind the young man, Godwin Orlando, the most famous scholar in the South today, said in a calm tone, this scholar who has studied history and grammar for most of his life can see clearly what is going on in front of him, and as a traditional scholar , He believes that he is obliged to teach these to his most trusted apprentices, "The difference is that the changes that have occurred in history are all at the same level, one lord attacks another lord, and a member of the royal family attacks another A member of the royal family, no matter how large the scale is, will change the social order very little, usually no more than a few decrees or the right to claim a few titles, more like the transfer of power and clever cross-dressing, and what happened here today , is a violent change from the bottom to the top, although our lord is behind it, but the change itself is completed by the participation of the masses, and the result is even more amazing: it directly destroys an old order."
"There will be vacancies after the collapse of the old order, so a new order must be filled in time. That's what you told us last time, mentor."
"That's right, but this is what our lord and the Protestant pastor are most concerned about," Godwin Orlando smiled calmly, "What we have to do now is to record this scene at this moment..."
Seeing the apprentices look thoughtful and getting busy again, Godwin Orlando nodded slightly, then he took out his own notebook, thought for a while, and wrote on it:
In Ansu 737, on the 30th day of the Frost Moon and the Day of Requiem, tens of thousands of people from the northern part of the southern border stormed the Cathedral of the Holy Light. The belief in the God of Holy Light was overturned, and the authority of the "God" will fall to the ground...
Godwin Orlando hesitated for a moment, raised his pen, crossed out the word "faith of the God of Holy Light", and changed it to "rules of faith".
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In the City of Saint-Sunil, the Cathedral of the Holy Light, and the Great Hall of Light, the bishops are reporting the news from the east of the plain to Pope Saint Ivan III.
Since the Crusaders of the Church of the Holy Light broke the rules and participated in the Ansu Civil War and joined the Kingdom Army camp, the balance of the war that had already started to tilt has regained its delicate balance.
All the way, they broke through Thorin Fort and more than ten fortresses, large and small, and successfully approached the giant wooden crossing. The Eastern Legion was finally contained when it was about to enter the central area of the Holy Spirit Plain. The soldiers of the Royal Army supported by the Holy Light Relying on the boosted morale and strong battlefield recovery ability to form a human wall, it broke the invincible situation of the Eastern Legion in front of the giant wooden crossing. After paying the price of thousands of soldiers' lives, the commander of the Kingdom Army, Earl Sorin, succeeded Repulsed the Eastern Front Legion, and took advantage of the trend to push the front line eastward for 30 miles. The front line was pushed back to a "safe distance" away from the hinterland of the Holy Spirit Plain, and then had to stalemate again.
Because the harvest day had passed, the royal army missed the last chance to recover the grain production areas in the east, and the grains grown on Solim Fort and the surrounding large tracts of fertile land fell into the hands of the rebels in the east.
After filling their stomachs and regaining their morale, the Eastern Front Legion once again gained a firm foothold on the Holy Spirit Plain.
The stalemate in the war left the leaders in Silver Castle at a loss, and I am afraid it also made the leaders of the rebels in the East Territory anxious. However, as a force that has just joined the war, the leaders of the Church of the Holy Light are very concerned about the current stalemate. It's a lot to see.
"Your Majesty, the activity of the Crusaders on the front line is obvious to all. Now the people around the giant wooden crossing have become extremely willing to convert to the Holy Light. There are a large number of new baptized people appearing every day. Among them are believers of alien gods and soldiers of the Kingdom Army who have converted their beliefs. Ladies and gentlemen," a bishop said loudly, with joy in his voice, "Earl Thorin specially wrote a letter of commendation and thanks to our priests for helping him withstand the line of defense."
"A temporary stalemate can make people realize the significance of priests and knights of the Holy See appearing on the battlefield," St. Ivan III's deep and slow voice echoed in the Great Hall of Light. power. And we must be vigilant, the heretics are also taking advantage of this opportunity to grow stronger... "
"Yes, Your Majesty, there are a large number of Ability God believers who have entered the eastern region, and recently there have been hostile priests with the power of the God of War and the God of Blood on the front line. They may imitate the Crusaders and form the Eastern Territory Priests..."
Saint Ivan III was silent for a moment, as if he was listening to the hazy whisper from the distant kingdom of God, and broke the silence after half a minute: "The Lord doesn't care, those heretics haven't found the right way, and they are just a mob when they gather. We should just continue to spread the Gospel of the Lord and stop those heretics who try to escape to the east... ”
The meeting in the Great Hall of Light was carried out in a solemn and solemn atmosphere. Under the guidance of the old but wise Pope, all matters were finally arranged properly and appropriately. Finally, the meeting came to an end.
Veronica Moen, who was canonized as a "living saint", stayed with St. Ivan III after all the bishops left the hall as usual.
During the long silence, St. Ivan III hunched over in the large and gorgeous seat as if he was half asleep and half awake. The brilliant holy light shone on him and cast a long shadow behind his seat. The light clearly came from the front. In the light from above, the shadow stretches long and slender and bends for a long distance, and branches out. Its shape is like a strange tree, and the top of the tree is covered with palms, eyes, faces, and grinning flowers. The mouth is like an illusion that is constantly shaking and changing.
Veronica turned her head slightly and glanced at the shadow behind the Pope's chair, her face expressionless.
According to the sacred law, no one can stand behind the pope's chair, and no one is allowed to spy on the scene behind the pope's chair except living saints and archbishops, because it is considered a place where "God" hides and stands , the original text of the Holy Light describes it like this: The God of Holy Light stands behind the Pope, watching His people and kingdom with the Pope's eyes.
At a certain moment, Saint Ivan III seemed to be completely asleep, a peaceful and serene atmosphere enveloped him, and faint sacred music came from the air, this state lasted only a few seconds In the blink of an eye, the old pope suddenly raised his head: "The glory of the Lord has dimmed..."
Veronica leaned slightly: "South?"
"...It's the south. I saw the brilliance of the Lord shaking on that land, blood and fire spreading across the land, and the sound of swords being drawn..." Saint Ivan III had already opened his eyes, but his tone seemed still Some dreamed, "A phenomenon that has never happened before... Even in the Eastern Realm, this phenomenon did not appear..."
Veronica finally had a hint of astonishment in her seemingly eternally calm and indifferent expression.
Prince Edmund in the east has begun to officially expel the priests of the Holy Light, and issued an order to eradicate the belief in the Holy Light. Those who follow the God of the Holy Light can only secretly pray in their hearts. It can be said that in that land, the Holy Light The blow to God's faith is unheard of, but in the south... has there been a more terrible and thorough decline in faith than in the east? !
What happened behind the majestic walls of Rock Fortress? Could it be that the revived Founding Duke slaughtered all the believers of the God of Light
Soon, Veronica put away the astonishment in her eyes, and continued to say in a calm and calm voice: "I would like to go to the south and witness the changes there with my own eyes."
"You may not be allowed to enter the hinterland of the southern border, but as long as you are close enough, you should be able to sense what factors are affecting the glory of the Lord," Saint Ivan III said in a deep voice, the eyes of this old man who seemed old to the point of death flickered With the powerful radiance of the Holy Light, "Find it, investigate it, if Duke Gawain Cecil really did some sensational act of exterminating beliefs, then give priority to protecting your own safety, and discuss countermeasures after you come back. The power of blasphemy has entered the world...then destroy it."
"Yes, Your Majesty," Veronica bent slightly, "for the glory of the Lord."
"Let's get ready... It just so happens that Silver Castle will send envoys to the south recently," the old Pope's voice sank, as if he was about to enter the next dream, "The land in the south... has been neglected by us for too long..."