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The scorching light overflowed. The fervent prayers and praises filled the air with an anxious breath, almost steaming the earth into mist.
After the Archbishop angrily pushed open the door of the temple, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.
Just like Jupiter IV on tour.
No, it's even more spectacular than that.
Because it is not only the mature men who participate in the pilgrimage, but also the elderly, children and women are allowed to kneel and worship on the road where the Pope walks. The status of all people is equal at this moment. Because they are living as believers at this moment,
Not as a child, a woman or an old man.
Thousands of people knelt down to worship one person at the same time. People in a city knelt down to worship one person at the same time.
They each have their own status and identity. But at this moment, the pale fire of fanaticism is burning in their eyes, as if their spirits have been controlled, and they are madly worshiping the silver young man walking at the front.
Silver he is even silver!
Who knows if he is from Suze or a bastard from somewhere!
The archbishop's sanity completely collapsed. He almost knelt on the ground and loudly accused His Majesty Tire, are you blind? Why can a foreigner become your pope? Why can he use Tire's magic?
Have we been abandoned? Are all the bishops no better than a Suze bastard, a lower race from a heretical country without the blood of the gods in their body? Shouldn’t the Bantha be the noblest race?
Ah, yes, yes! He must have used the ring of Tyr to reveal such a holy fire. His holy light is all fake and his ring was stolen! He is just a man who wants to use the power of Tyr to reveal the holy fire.
A liar who flaunts his name in the name of Tyr!
Fury rushed up his spine and into his brain, and the scarlet rage spiraled, shattering his sanity.
The archbishop took a deep breath and roared in the loudest voice in his life:
"Heresy! Liar! Blasphemer"
He roared with all his strength, and even his whole body trembled due to excessive exertion. His fists were clenched, his nails dug into his palms, and his arms were shaking violently.
His roar finally made the prayers of the ignorant people following Roland a little quieter. But the old bishop, who was over seventy years old, was not satisfied with this.
He took another deep breath, bracing himself like an enraged lion.
"Take off your stolen power ring! You have no idea what you have done! Kneel down and pray to Tyr, you blasphemous Suze!"
The old bishop tried his best and roared at Roland with his eyes wide open: "You are not worthy of ruling Frankfurt!"
After shouting this sentence, he only felt stars in front of his eyes.
The severe lack of oxygen caused him to cough violently, and a severe dizziness that spread rapidly in his brain caused the Archbishop to completely lose the ability to speak.
"Are you done?"
But at this moment, an extremely calm and gentle voice sounded in the sky. It was in sharp contrast to the old bishop's hysterical roar and only a few curses.
As that voice sounded, the old bishop felt that the air around him became drier and colder. He accidentally inhaled a large mouthful of such cold air. He couldn't stop coughing for a while.
However, his roar was heard by the cardinals in the temple.
Behind him, a series of hurried footsteps gradually sounded, but the old bishop only felt that his head was starting to feel dizzy, and his throat and lungs hurt from coughing.
"I...cough cough...you...cough, cough cough..."
"If you question me and the authority of my Prophet and Savior, I will say you are guilty!"
Roland's gentle and authoritative voice rang out from the horizon, easily covering up the old bishop's voice: "Because my name is Roland. I am the incarnation of the sun, and I am the tongue of Tyr! If I say so, you will do the same.
Believe. Because I will never speak unjust words, I wear the robe of mercy and the crown of righteousness because I am also the embodiment of justice! I am justice! I am the sun!"
"You...cough cough cough..."
Following Roland's righteous words, the old bishop was almost too angry to speak.
However, the cold wind, which was colder than the wind of hell, poured directly into his mouth and nose, and he could not breathe at all. The extremely dry air filled with cold dust made him unable to stop coughing.
It was even difficult to breathe, there were snowflakes in front of my eyes, and the ends of my hands and feet began to go numb.
"O people! You must clap your hands and shout to me with a voice of victory! For I am righteousness!"
As soon as Roland finished speaking, thousands of people following him clapped their hands excitedly at the same time, and the old bishop's cough was completely drowned out by the ecstatic applause like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
"Praise justice!"
People shouted loudly at the same time.
"When the sun rises, there are shouts to send it to you; when Tire rises, there is the sound of trumpets to send it to you. All peoples! You must clap your hands and sing praises to me! Because I am the sun!"
Along with Roland's prayer, the trumpet sounded from the sky.
A spiritual knight wearing silver armor passed through the sky blowing a horn. When people saw this real miracle, they became even more excited.
"Praise the sun!"
So, people clapped their hands together, praised the sun, and sang hymns loudly.
"The ungodly will suffer in the night. The sun will set against them, and the day will turn into darkness."
"You should praise Tire! You should shout my name under the sun! I give you this right, because all living beings are equal under the sun."
"You should shout! You should shout my name! You should shout!"
The louder and louder sounds turned into huge waves, causing a tsunami that destroyed everything.
"Laurent! Saint Laurent"
At this moment, the Holy Spirit Knight blowing the horn suddenly shouted in the air.
People's minds were so hot that they were almost boiling. They had no idea what Roland had said and who the knight was, so they shouted loudly: "Roland! Saint Laurent!"
"Laurent! Saint Laurent!"
"Laurent! Saint Laurent!"
The sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami made the Archbishop's face turn pale as paper, but his eyes were blood red.
A deep murderous intention overwhelmed him.
never forgive
This behavior of distorting Tire's teachings and usurping Tire's faith will never be condoned!
However, with this thought in his mind, the old bishop obeyed and knelt down tremblingly on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the fanatical people behind Roland became even more fanatical. They were almost completely crazy, screaming and repeating the last sentence.
The cardinals looked at everything outside with pale faces, just like people on a desert island looking at the coming tsunami.
As Roland took his first step onto the dome cathedral, the icon of Tire on the top floor quickly lost its light and dimmed.
Instead, a silvery white shimmer replaced the rainbow light that penetrated the sky, slowly crawling towards the sky.
However, the moment Roland raised his head, the archbishop who was kneeling on the ground pounced on him like a wild dog!
His body was burning with increasingly intense holy fire, his eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his arms to capture Roland.
It was the flame he transformed from his life. If it exploded, it would be enough to level the ground dozens of meters around it.
As he rushed over, he roared the last words of his life in a trembling and hoarse voice:
"Accept the sanction! Heretic"
However, a long sword burning with holy fire penetrated his body directly, and his internal organs quickly froze, then shattered and burned into dregs in the blazing holy fire.
Until his death, the explosion he was looking forward to never came.
The shining ring of power directly stripped him of his divine grace, leaving nothing behind.
Roland raised his sword high, stood in front of the last temple in Tire, and shouted loudly: "You have no right to sanction me!"