A chorus of shouts, like a mountain shouting and a tsunami. n∈n∈,.
The eyes of thousands of believers were burning with pale fanaticism, and they raised their hands and shouted the same name in unison:
"Laurent! Saint Laurent!"
"Laurent! Saint Laurent!"
"Laurent! Saint Laurent!!"
As if the earth is about to crack, as if the sky is about to be shattered
The buildings were shaking slightly from the shouts, which were enough to make the hearts of those who were close to numb.
Everyone's voice was drowned in the loud shouts that roared like thunder and swept everything. Even if you shouted hard, you couldn't hear your own voice.
Their faces were flushed with excitement, their whole bodies were trembling with excitement, their heads were extremely hot, and a violent swelling feeling like drunkenness slid rapidly up their spines to the back of their heads.
Everything in front of them seemed to be gradually blurring, and their vision slowly narrowed. Only Roland's figure was locked in the center of their field of vision, extremely clear.
When they saw the archbishop trying to sacrifice himself to kill Roland, people exclaimed anxiously; when they saw Roland stabbing the arrogant bishop to death with a sword, people cheered excitedly. After Roland deprived the bishop of his divine grace,
At that time, people's enthusiasm reached its highest point.
Only the pope and gods can deprive believers of their divine grace. After Roland made such a move, there was no doubt about his identity.
People shouted excitedly because of this and raised their hands to praise Roland. As for what they were going to do in the first place and what they wanted, it didn't matter at all now.
Following the call of the collective, following the pace of the collective. They just followed the actions of the people around them, and everything went on in a chaotic and orderly manner.
It can be said that those following Roland at this time were not thousands of believers, but a collective group composed of pure fanatical believers.
No one would doubt that even the most elite knights would stop their charge in front of these fanatical believers.
That kind of unreasonable trust that recognizes all the fallacies in the world is enough to burst out the most powerful power. Death can't stop them, even if there are legions several times or even dozens of times their size in front of them, they will never do it.
Withdraw.
At this moment, Roland's burning personal will has been deeply burned into their brains.
Never question. Never back down. Never fail.
Adhering to this belief, even if they have not undergone any systematic training, under Roland's command, they can still become elite soldiers capable of tearing everything apart.
Just as the fanatics were slowly approaching like a tsunami, calling out the same name in unison, Roland stopped in front of the door of the dome cathedral and raised his right hand without looking back.
Like a marching guard of honor, the fanatical believers following Roland stopped and shouted in unison.
One second it was advancing unstoppably like a tsunami, and the next second there was complete silence without even a trace of noise.
This change from extreme movement to extreme stillness is enough to produce the strongest visual impact.
It was like a sudden waterfall suspended in the air, or a huge wave that had risen high suddenly subsided in an instant. There was not even a trace of ripples.
The faces of the cardinals who watched this scene from the windows of the domed cathedral turned pale and completely lost their color.
Their hearts were beating violently, and the violent pulsing could even be heard with their ears. Their fists were clenched unconsciously, and their nails were completely pierced into the flesh without feeling.
"He...this is..."
Osseus' voice trembled and he couldn't even speak complete words.
Kasaka's face was gloomy and he was breathing heavily. The expressions of several other cardinals were different, but it was generally the same.
The enemy is beyond imagination.
The foreigner from the country usurped the will of the entire city. Although those lambs were theoretically powerless to have any influence on the final result, that was only in theory.
Anyone with eyesight can see that they have gone completely crazy. The actions of a madman are completely unpredictable.
What if they actually attack the Dome? What if they force that bumpkin into the papacy?
The papal ring can deprive any believer of his divine grace. Even the cardinals are just a dozen mortals in front of Roland. And the reputation they usually accumulate and the connections they manage are compared to the sea of fanatical believers at this time.
Not worth mentioning at all.
No matter in which aspect, they are at an absolute disadvantage.
There are even several cardinals who are considering whether they can maintain their current status after switching to the new pope.
After seeing those crazy believers, they were convinced that the new pope had some ability to tamper with the will of others. If this was the case, then the support they used various means to win was just a joke. The will of those partners could be overturned at any time
To the new pope.
"It's the same as Jupiter IV again... Are they really the only ones who can become the pope..."
Kasaka said bitterly.
However, Cardinal Guderian suddenly froze as if he thought of something.
"That's not right! Everyone, that's not right!"
He shouted loudly, attracting the attention of other cardinals: "Our new pope is indeed powerful. But we are not without a chance of winning!"
"...What are you still delusional about?"
Kasaka's voice was hoarse: "Open your eyes and take a look at the outside world. Take a look at the people who support the new pope. Count their numbers clearly and then talk about your delusions."
"Kasaka, my brother, I am not kidding."
However, Guderian had a serious face. He came over excitedly and pressed Kasaka's shoulders with both hands: "That Suze guy ignored one thing! Something he never thought of!"
As he turned his attention to Xiela, the cardinals around him all showed expressions of sudden realization.
"That's right! We still have our dear warrior! Cardinal Syracuse, a man of pure justice who dares to argue with the Pope!"
Guderian shouted in a high-pitched voice like an opera: "We still have our dear brothers! No one can question the sanctity of Shira! He is noble, resolute, and wise! He is simply the leader given to us by Tire! For all eternity
Patriarch!”
"That's right! We are not denying the rationality of the new pope's identity! We are just recognizing that Xiela has the same level of authority as the pope! The authority is personally recognized by His Majesty Tyr!"
One by one, the cardinal's eyes became firmer.
Yes...this is the last resort.
If you let that country bumpkin take control of all this, he will ruin it all! He understands nothing and knows nothing!
Whether it's some unspeakable rules in the Holy City or some rigid laws that stick to the rules, he doesn't know anything! That young man named Roland will definitely mess everything up!
But Xila is different. Xila is their brother. He was pushed to this highest position by them personally! If the new pope wants to do something detrimental to them, Xila will definitely stop him.
However, Xiela just smiled gently and acquiesced to this honor. (To be continued.)