Blood of Mercury

The crimson sunset light shot in through the glass ceiling, becoming dim and thin, unable to illuminate the surrounding space at all. ∷∷,

In the Dome Cathedral in Frankfurt In this dome Cathedral, which cannot be entered unless the Pope summons it, eleven people are sitting around a round table, arguing fiercely about something.

They were wearing dark red bishop's robes with sashes around their necks. Their average age is over sixty years old, and the youngest one looks to be in his forties, with a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

In Bansa, they were once the most noble group of people besides the Queen and Jupiter IV. But there is nothing noble in their actions now.

Slap the table, yell, scold, sneer. Except that they didn't really fight, they were no different from a group of merchants who were haggling at the wet market.

"Impossible! What are you still delusional about? The previous lessons are not enough? There must be no more summoning of saints! That will only make the situation worse!"

The youngest-looking cardinal said loudly: "Saints, our rights are no better than those of the dead old ones. But what else do they do but pray? Do they deal with diocesan affairs? They know what Thailand is today. How dangerous are your teachings already? No! They won't! All they know is to die for Tyre's glory! Because they know they can't die!"

"What else do you want to deny! What else do you want to deny!!" A white-haired old man stood up tremblingly, his voice hoarse and his fingers trembling, "Do you want to deny the existence of saints as well? Do you also deny your belief in Tyre! You traitors! Heretics! Heresies! Wizards!"

"Go to his saint! Do you know what the **** that madman made the Holy City look like?" An old and strong bishop finally couldn't help himself, and lifted the thin old man's neckline: "Do you know what you are talking about? Summoning saints on a massive scale and handing over their rights? Are you going to let a bunch of dead people from hundreds of years ago, a bunch of undead behind the times, a bunch of lunatics who know nothing but faith to save us? No! They are just weapons! No Jupiter His Majesty the Fourth is here, they're just bombs that can get out of control at any time, they'll just send us into hell!"

"You should have gone to hell!! You devil who forgot Tyre's teachings! Coward! Murderer!"

The thin old man stared at the strong old man as if he was giving a speech, and almost jumped his feet and shouted hoarsely: "What else are you doing! You killed the saint of Tyre! You are blasphemy! You killed yourself today. Die Saint Morcas, and tomorrow will give up Tyre's glory! When the blade is on your neck, you can spit on the ground and insult Tyre with the devils who deserve to go to hell"

"Be careful! Bishop Chrisses!"

A blond, slightly bald middle-aged man stood up frowning. While interrupting the old man's words, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the thin old man's collar from the strong old man's hand: "And you, Bishop Ossius, don't be rough here."

Look at this middle-aged man. The thin old man's lips trembled, and his eyes became more angry. The sticky golden flame almost overflowed from his eyes: "Kasaka... do you support them too? Do you want to support these blasphemers?"

"Calm down, Chriss!"

A grey-haired old man wearing golden round glasses tugged Bishop Chriss's clothes from behind, pressing his hands on his shoulders: "St. So it doesn't make sense."

"Lord St. Morcas just wants the confused believers to regain their faith!"

"That's called regaining faith? He wants to be the Pope!"

The strong old man was almost trembling with anger: "What is this? What is this! There is no appointment from Thiel. Without the approval of the Cardinals, without the appointment of the previous Pope, he will become the Pope? What is he? He What have you done?"

"enough!"

A silver-haired old man with bulging cheekbones and thin lips frowned and interrupted them: "It's a farce! There must be a limit to your love! Even the idea of ​​Lord St. , but you are just fooling around! We are sacrificers, kneeling to the Holy Spirit, how can there be any reason to kill the saint? I think you are simply possessed by the devil!"

"Really?"

Kasaka sneered: "Then what do you mean, we should all be put to death? Then you who are not possessed by the devil can only become the new Pope, what a pitiful and strong person! Only With you, you can save everyone from dire straits"

"Heh, what do you mean by yin and yang!"

"You know what I mean, Bishop Guderian."

Kasaka stood in front of Guderian with a height of almost two meters. Almost completely shrouded Guderian in the shadows: "You think I don't know what you are doing in the city? You spend more than ten hours every day secretly talking with the diocese who have escaped, are you just trying to comfort them? Tired and frightened mind and body?"

"In any case, the saint must never be summoned again."

In the end, the old man with glasses concluded: "Without the restraint of Lord Jupiter IV, the saints are too dangerous. They are out of time, and they don't even know the current situation. The scariest thing about acting out of experience is that we haven't been able to stop them yet."

"Frankfurt is on the verge of collapse, folks."

One covered his forehead and lay on the table. The bishop with a painful and gloomy face said in a low voice, with a dead voice in his voice: "No matter which saint... I can't think of the possibility that they can turn the situation over."

Immediately, under the bleak sunset light, there was a dead silence in the dome cathedral.

finally. The sun has completely set. They fell into silent darkness.

"...So, what should we do?"

After a while of silence, a person asked in the dark: "No one has the ability, the right, and the qualifications to stand up at this time and everyone can't convince the crowd."

"No, wait, everyone."

Kasaka suddenly said: "The Sky Vision Division reported yesterday that a priest of Tyre appeared in the south. A divine attack was carried out on Ra's temple... It was a bishop-level divine art, and its power was infinitely close to the Pope-level."

"So what? Make a little-known priest who became famous overnight as a puppet? Then we can't pay attention, so we ask him to make a verdict? Aha, what a good idea." A mocking voice sounded faintly.

"...The priest has the ring of Jupiter IV on his hand."

Kasaka took it unhurriedly.

Suddenly ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the dome church was dead silent.

"……no."

Someone vetoed: "He has papal authority, and we can't interfere with his decision at all... He can even kill all those who oppose him in an instant. What's the difference between calling a saint?"

"No, there is a difference."

Kasaka narrowed his eyes, and the light of the ashes flickered: "No one can interfere with the status of a saint, and a saint cannot interfere with only his status... But if it is only the authority of the Pope, I hope you still remember one The individual also has papal-level authority and cannot be interfered by the authority... and he is upright, powerful, and famous for a long time. He and the guy who holds the papal authority can restrain each other."

"...You mean, Bishop Sheila?"

"Exactly. Besides, will the priests who have inherited the authority of the Pope also inherit the thoughts and positions of Jupiter IV? You probably remember what Bishop Shira said."

"He said he was going to declare war with the Pope." (To be continued.)