At four-thirty in the morning, there was still no dawn in the night sky in the holy city of Frankfurt.
The deep night dripped into the city like running water, and was then evaporated by the fire that filled the city.
Residents all over the city got up from their beds, preparing to witness the birth of a new saint.
Even though women and children were not allowed to participate in the ceremony, they opened the windows at home and looked outside curiously while praying in a low voice.
All adults were walking on the street. They would stop every dozens of steps and loudly praise the greatness of Tire.
There are brass braziers everywhere on the street. Even on a winter night, you don't feel the slightest bit cold.
The red flames licked the brazier inside, burning quietly. They did not jump up or tremble, and were as obedient as pets.
Under the heat of the flames, the stars in the sky seemed to melt together.
When I looked up, I couldn't see a single star.
In the world of Farnes, even children know that every star in the sky is a god. The gods look at the world and their eyes can reach every corner of the world.
But now that the ceremony is being held in the holy city of Frankfurt, even the gods can't help but lower their gaze.
Because they knew that Tire was coming——
"People cried out for light, and Tire gave them light."
At this moment, an old voice sounded in the sky, peaceful and generous.
The entire holy city suddenly became quiet.
People stopped praying and marching. Even those who were still at home stopped talking and looked into the distance with reverence.
Everyone who lives in the holy city of Frankfurt is, without exception, a believer in Tire. Even if you have no faith in Tire originally, you will sooner or later give your faith to Tire in this city that has been sanctified by rituals many times.
Frankfurt has held thirteen large-scale holy ceremonies, and it has become a real holy place.
Living on this land is not just about people's diseases being cured naturally.
Everything will develop in a direction that is more beneficial to Tyr.
In the entire Farnes world, there is no more pure holy place than Frankfurt.
The moment he heard the old voice, the whole city fell silent and there was no more sound.
"If I see the sun shining in the sky, my heart will be happy."
The voice of Jupiter IV came from the sky: "This light comes from all four directions, rising from the east and disappearing to the west, and it is endless day by day."
A warm light rises from the east of the city. Like sunlight, it shines on the whole city.
People couldn't help but cast their eyes away. They saw a glazed illusory giant slowly walking towards the east gate.
It is about several hundred meters tall. It is as misty as a phantom and as clear as crystal.
The face of that giant was none other than their Pope Jupiter IV.
Shocked by Tire's power, people couldn't help but kneel to the east and chant in low voices.
Suddenly, a low voice of prayer rang out again in the dead silent city.
But this time was different from before. Everyone's prayers turned into some real power under the gaze of the transparent giant.
The sky melted.
The dividing line between heaven and earth becomes blurred.
The night flows, spreading like milk.
The deep black gradually became lighter and thinner, and three illusory suns rose from behind the giant.
Due to the warmth of the brazier, people could not feel the warmth of the sun for a while. They just felt that the surroundings seemed to be getting a little warmer.
And Jupiter IV's prayer has just begun.
“Because of Tire’s mercy, the morning light from on high comes down on us to give light to those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.”
The surrounding darkness gradually receded.
One of the illusory suns stayed in place, maintaining its rising posture.
The remaining two illusory suns gradually rose with the prayers of Jupiter IV and stayed at the highest point.
The old pope's prayers gradually became more passionate.
His voice was like thunder, rumbling in the sky: "All people! You must clap your hands. You must shout to Tire with a triumphant voice!"
So the people in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All glory to Tire!"
"When the sun rises, it is greeted with shouts; when Tire rises, it is greeted with the sound of trumpets."
"All peoples! You must clap your hands and sing praises to God!"
Along with the prayers of Jupiter IV, the sound of trumpets sounded from the sky.
The figure of Jupiter IV, wearing a golden robe, has vaguely appeared in people's sight.
People clapped their hands together and sang hymns loudly
The second sun stayed in the middle of the sky. The third sun continued to set in the west.
"The ungodly will suffer in the night. The sun will set against them, and the day will turn into darkness."
Wherever Jupiter IV passed, the flames in the brazier rose.
For a moment, hundreds of fire snakes as thick as buckets stood up on both sides of the street. The street, which had become as bright as day, suddenly became warm.
People praised the glory of Tire and kissed the ground where Jupiter IV walked.
The old pope continued to praise step by step, and walked for nearly two hours before arriving at the place where Frankfurt was upgraded to the Holy Spirit.
As the seven-colored light like glass on the old Pope's body converged, the vision in the sky also disappeared. The three false suns disappeared, and the night closed again.
But even so, the fire snake in the brazier will reflect the night sky that is about to break into red.
The illusion of the three suns is the embodiment of his palace of truth. Baptized by his nearly infinite holy power, the entire city can no longer see any trace of innocence.
Although dawn has not yet arrived, the buildings are already giving off a dim light.
The ceremony is coming to an end.
"I praise the glory of Tire under the sun and call your name aloud——"
The old pope leaned on the sun scepter in his hand and shouted loudly: "——Saint Claude!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sun just rose.
The first bright red morning light had just swept across the city, and the extremely brilliant light condensed in front of Jupiter IV.
The atmosphere in the holy city is completely boiling.
They chanted Claude's holy name in unison, praising his glory and blessing him to be with Tire forever.
Little did he know that at this moment, "Saint Claude"'s eyes were filled with golden light, his expression was dull, and he stood there like a sculpture.
If I had to describe it, it would be like a sharp sword that was sheathed in an ill-fitting sheath.
His struggle is visible to the naked eye.
The unstable and sharp sword energy spread out from his body, crossing the holy light that locked him to the ground, carving ravines on the ground.
But his resistance was regarded by the people in the Holy City as the strength of his power.
The old pope raised his scepter high and signaled the people to keep quiet.
For only two seconds, Frankfurt fell silent.
Immediately, people heard the old pope's old voice echoing in the sky: "Saint Claude, I ask you -"
"——Who killed you?"
That was more like a question than a compliment.
It seems a little unreasonable - but the greatest of Tire's successive popes is enough to erase people's doubts.
After hearing this, people couldn't help but look over attentively.
However, the twelve cardinals holding the ring suddenly fell into a dull silence.
Others don't know, but they know it.
There has never been such a link in canonization in the past——
But before any of them could react, everyone in the entire holy city saw the lips of the figure shrouded in holy light move slightly.
It actually works?
The cardinals couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Although the soul that has just been canonized should be a non-sentient being, it will answer whatever is asked.
But no one in the past has ever asked such a question outside the constraints of the canon.
"...The person who killed me is called Roland. He is a druid or a believer in the death gods."
Hearing the words of "Saint Claude", the old pope nodded happily.
Immediately, he turned back and shouted angrily at the people in the Holy City——
"——All peoples, listen! Be angry!"
"The man who stabbed Saint-Claude to death with poison and a dagger was the wizard of the White Tower!"
Suddenly, the holy city of Frankfurt exploded. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piotian.net
