According to normal procedures, in order to prove the sanctity of this kind of jihad, religious leaders must mobilize before Queen Ivana speaks.
But now that Saint Laurent is gone, the supreme bishop has been martyred, and as a saint, Claudia is already the highest person in religious status.
In other words, she should be the one to mobilize these commandment-keepers and supervise the battle. This is her duty as a saint.
However, until now, Claudia still has doubts about her abilities.
It is true that by the standards of her peers, Claudia is already among the best. But perhaps because Roland is holding her down, she cannot feel her own talent at all.
Until now, she didn't know why her mentor chose her to be her saint. There were obviously many people better than her, but she was not the top one in terms of piety or wisdom.
Claudia believed that forming the Scarlet Knights for Roland was the limit of her abilities. She was even ready to spend her life as a saint as a vase.
But things in the world are unpredictable, and one day she needs to launch a jihad mobilization against the believers, and she needs to personally go to the front line to supervise the battle.
Looking at the Keepers who lined up to form the legion, Claudia exchanged glances with the remaining three, slowly took a step forward, and exchanged positions with Ivana.
She stood at the front of the high platform, holding on to the railing, looking at the believers who were looking at her devoutly, and took a deep breath.
Then, she read loudly: "You should praise and you should pray!"
"May the glory of Saint Laurent last forever, and may Saint Laurent be pleased with our tribute."
"May sinners be wiped out from the world, may the wicked cease to exist, may people praise Saint Laurent for his great miracles, may they honor him in the congregations of his people, may they praise him in the chair of elders."
"May his exaltation be higher than the heavens! May his glory be higher than all the earth!"
"I will fight alongside you!"
"Praise Roland!"
The next moment, she was drowned out by a tsunami-like sound of praise.
"Praise Roland!"
"Praise Roland!"
"Praise Roland!"
Claudia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back, and made room for Ivana.
The petite queen slowly walked forward with an extremely solemn attitude, and kept cheering and praising the keepers of Saint Laurent. She was so overwhelmed by the atmosphere that she couldn't help but become quiet.
But Ivana did not start her speech immediately.
She just looked down at the army of tens of thousands of fanatic believers, as if she wanted to remember the appearance of every one of them in her heart.
At this time, Ivana was so excited that her whole body was almost shaking.
The long lost war.
After devoting everything to Saint Laurent, she thought she would have to say goodbye to the only thing she loved forever. She never thought that she could taste this sweet taste again.
War, war, she longed for nothing else but war.
She naturally knows that war should be used as a means rather than an end. But she is different, she is the kind of person who regards means as an end.
A girl named Ivana has been obsessed with war since she was a child.
After she experienced the war for the first time, she was like a mad dog who had tasted the smell of blood and could not forget the taste.
Taking advantage of this holy war, she could finally taste the long-lost taste.
"Today, you have received a true blessing."
"Today, you will fight for Saint Laurent!"
Her voice was sonorous and powerful, like the clash of swords.
"I am Ivana, Ivana Nerola. Saint Laurent is my godfather. I have dedicated my body, spirit and soul to him. I have sworn to keep the way of the Three Saints for the rest of my life. I have sworn that
Keep all that triple great Roland has given me."
"I have sworn to maintain the peace of all things. I have sworn that I will oppose any greed and injustice. I have sworn that I will practice impartiality with fairness and compassion. I have sworn that I will defend the right of my people to survive. I have sworn that I will defend the right of my people to survive.
I swore that I would protect the dignity and creed of my people as if I were protecting my own life, and I swore that I would never give up the possibility of saving any of my people in any dangerous situation."
"Today, demons rise from the ground to fight for the light of Saint Laurent. They have desecrated the church and the saint."
"They desecrated the body and soul of our brother, desecrated the thrice great Saint Laurent!"
"They must pay!"
Ivana clutched the railing tightly, and a faint silver-grey flame gradually ignited in her eyes.
"We want war! Let our brothers rest in peace!"
"We will pierce their hearts and skulls with swords, break their spines with hammers, cut them in half with axes, and purify their souls with holy fire."
"Are you angry, my brothers in the Lord?"
"Tell me, are you angry when you see the dead walking openly on the earth, when you see the demons committing blasphemy in the face of our old friends, and when you see them crushing innocent people to death?"
The commandment keepers didn't say a word, but just made a clanging sound. At the same time, they stretched out their right hands, connected three points on their forehead, throat and heart, and then put them on their left shoulders.
Seeing this scene, Ivana showed a happy smile.
At that moment, she was like a child.
"very good!"
Ivana spread her hands and shouted loudly as if embracing the world: "Then let's go to war!"
"Ordinary war is meaningless. The blood of the enemy alone will never quench our anger!"
"Jihad!"
"What we want is a holy war!"
"Drive the dead back to their hell and crush Saint Laurent's opponents to ashes."
"We are the agents of Saint Laurent, destroying our enemies with the wrath of God! No one will be spared!"
In the increasingly high-pitched roar, the silver-white holy fire in Ivana's eyes became more and more powerful, and finally burst out from her eyes, covering her whole body.
She shouted loudly: "Holy Saint Laurent!"
Everyone spoke at the same time and responded in unison: "Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!"
Every time they praised, they stretched out their right hands to perform a sacrament. Although they were only wearing cloth clothes, when they performed it in units of ten thousand people at the same time, they still made a roar like a tsunami.
Finally, they paused at the same time and shouted in unison:
"Saint Laurent, holy!"
The roaring holy fire surged out from everyone present at the same time. In an instant, a sea of pure white fire that distorted the air descended. 》≠》≠》≠》≠,
Amidst the crackling sound, Ivana showed a smile of genuine joy.
Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes seemed to be shining. She was like a little girl who got a favorite toy.
"Then let's get started."
Claudia took a deep breath and clenched her fists.