The atmosphere in Frankfurt today is particularly heavy.∽↗
The results of the first round of voting have come out. However, beyond people's imagination, Cardinal Xila, whom they supported, did not receive the legal majority of votes and was elected as the pope.
And that's not all - Sera didn't even get a single vote.
Such a situation can't help but make people despair.
They have seen the ability of the Cardinals before. These believers of Tire are wavering at the moment. The only hope is to be forced into the dungeon for offending Jupiter IV, and has not made a move so far.
Only Shiraz has the possibility to save them. The only one who carries the last hope is Shiraz.
However, the situation before them could not help but make them despair.
It is not that they are unfamiliar with the three cardinals who appeared in the first round of voting. On the contrary, having grown up in the holy city of Frankfurt, they have long been familiar with the faces and characters of the cardinals.
"Priesthood! Blasphemers! You are going to hell! You liars!"
A stout man, about two meters tall, with arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs, roared in the crowd almost furiously.
He roared loudly at the priest who announced the results of the first day's voting. His roar could be heard even by people a street away, like a furious lion. People around the man covered their faces in fear.
He closed his ears and fled in all directions.
The thin priest was about to retort, but when he saw the man glare at him, he trembled violently.
But fortunately, the priest heard it clearly. This man insulted himself!
"Ride, knight!"
The priest looked around in a panic, retreating continuously while shouting in a sharp and hoarse voice like a castrated rooster: "Put him in jail! This little thief insults a priest! Knight! Catch him! Hurry!
!I suspect that he is slandering the reputation of the College of Cardinals! Catch him quickly!"
Suddenly, some knights stepped forward. But another knight suddenly realized who this man was and stopped suddenly.
But it was already too late. The moment they saw the heavily armed Templars walking towards this side, the crowd was already in chaos. Exclamations, curses, and voices calling other people's names sounded one after another. Some people thought
To leave, someone wanted to move forward, and the crowd suddenly became crowded.
The tall, lion-like man was also a little at a loss. He stood in the crowd. Looking at the chaotic crowd, he frowned and wanted to say something several times, but in the end he suppressed it.
What really caused the terrifying chaos was a crossbow arrow shot from the side.
An ice crossbow gleaming with scarlet light suddenly shot out from the crowd, shot into the priest's lungs from the side and back, and pierced upward from the collarbone.
The timid and mean priest did not die because of this. Because of the forward impact, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, scratching the cold crossbow arrow with his right hand, wanting to pull it out but didn't dare.
"Tyr...wish..."
The priest opened his mouth and struggled to say something. He pressed his right hand on his chest, and the magical light flickered slightly.
But just when his magic was about to take effect, dark red negative energy flames suddenly surged out of his body and completely engulfed him.
The next moment, the dark red ball of fire suddenly shrank inward and then exploded instantly!
The priest's body exploded in an instant. The kinetic energy of the explosion caused the fragments of flesh and bones to spray out in all directions, making a shallow pit in the Templar's armor. However, ordinary people without armor were burned.
Bone fragments with dark red flames were embedded in his face. He wailed and tried to pull it off, but he lost his strength before that. He fell to the ground helplessly, lifeless.
The tall man finally couldn't bear the chaos in front of him. He took a deep breath and wanted to command the chaotic crowd. But at this moment, a sharp dagger was stabbed from behind to interrupt him.
uttered his unspoken roar.
The dagger had just penetrated, and was stuck by his suddenly tightened muscles. If it were an ordinary assassin, he would probably have to give up his weapon and escape into the shadows again.
However, the assassin who appeared behind the man had no consciousness of being an assassin at all. He laughed wildly, jumping for joy like a child, and shouted in an exaggerated voice: "Johnny! The immortal John—
- Johnny! You are my childhood idol!"
The next moment, a golden light flashed in the assassin's hand. The blade instantly became sharp and penetrated the middle-aged man's body without any hindrance. It stabbed out of the lower abdomen. Then the assassin escaped with a smile.
Come.
That is a divine art. It is a divine art called sharpness that can only be used by gods who possess the field of [sword].
Johnny could recognize who the owner of the sword was just by the color of the sword blade shining out from in front of him.
Although that light golden color looks a bit like the color of Tyr's holy fire, in fact, it is not the golden color of the sun, but the golden color of gold coins.
"pull--"
Even though Johnny's roar rolled in his throat, dragging out a long vibrato similar to a war cry, the assassin was not afraid at all.
He even took the initiative to appear in front of Johnny. He scratched his nose, raised his right hand and said hello enthusiastically: "Good morning! This is the first time I see you! Immortal Yo-Johnny! I want to know
Would you drawl out like you just did, 'I'm Johnny!'"
However, Johnny paid no attention to him.
His face was heavy and full of anger: "Are you finally shameless? Are you going to take action? Believers of Ra! You are actually colluding with the cultists - are you planning to declare war on Tire!"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, how could we declare war like His Majesty Tyr? We are just knights who believe in the sun!"
Imitating Johnny's roar, the nervous man with twitching eyes opened his arms and turned his back to Johnny, making a gesture of embracing the sun.
Johnny was not polite when he saw this. He made a mistake in his steps and actually charged directly. He just raised his fist and wanted to hit the lunatic who was giggling like a clown in the back of his head.
But at this moment, there was a sudden sharp pain in his back, and Johnny couldn't help but stop charging.
His expression was heavy.
The moment he rushed out, he felt a terrible crisp sound coming from his back.
Johnny could feel that the moment the dagger penetrated him, one of his kidneys was crushed to pieces. But he didn't expect that he actually got the sword stuck in his spine.
"...What exactly do you want to do?"
Johnny frowned tightly.
If it were him twenty years ago, he would probably have rushed forward regardless. But now that he has a wife and a daughter, he is no longer the knight who can show up for Tyr at will.
"Hey! You're right! What I want to do...I don't even know! As long as it's fun!"
The man who seemed to be a believer of Ra, but was almost completely crazy, gave Johnny a thumbs up, laughed, and extended his hand to him: "Let's play a game of bombing -"
Johnny watched the rich golden holy fire gather into a point in the palm of the madman's hand, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink violently.