Blood of Mercury

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 Sheila, whom they support, did not get the required majority to be elected as Pope.

Not only that, Syrah didn't even have a single vote.

This situation can not help but let people despair.

The ability of the Cardinals to do things, they have seen before. These believers of Tyre are swaying at the moment, and their only hope is to offend Jupiter IV, who has been pressed into the dungeon and has not yet shot Cyla.

Only Syrah could save them. Sheila was the only one carrying the last hope.

However, the situation in front of them could not help but make them despair.

The three cardinals who appeared in the first round of voting are not unfamiliar. On the contrary, they grew up in the holy city of Frankfurt, and they have long been familiar with the faces and characters of the cardinals.

"Buy and sell the priesthood! Blasphemers! You're going to hell! You liars!"

A stout man, about two meters tall, with arms thicker than the thighs of ordinary people, roared in the crowd almost furiously.

He roared loudly at the priest who announced the results of the first day's vote, and his roar could be heard from a street away, like a furious lion. The people around the man covered their ears in horror and fled in all directions.

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The skinny priest just wanted to refute a few words, but when he saw the man glaring at him, he shivered suddenly.

But fortunately, the priest heard it clearly, this man insulted himself!

"Ride, knight!"

The priest looked around in a panic, backing away and shouting in a sharp and hoarse voice like a castrated rooster: "Put him in jail! This little thief insults a priest! Knight! Catch him! Quickly! I suspect he is slandering the reputation of the Cardinals! Catch him!"

Suddenly, some knights came forward. But another knight suddenly realized who this man was and stopped abruptly.

But it's too late. The moment they saw the fully-armed Templars approaching, the crowd fell into chaos. Exclamations, scoldings, and calls to other people's names sounded one after another. Some people wanted to leave, and some people wanted to move forward. Suddenly, the crowd huddled together.

The lion-like tall man was also slightly at a loss. He was standing in the crowd. Looking at the chaotic crowd, he frowned several times and wanted to say something, but in the end he pressed it back.

What really caused the terrifying chaos was a crossbow bolt that was shot violently from the side.

An ice crossbow bolt flashing scarlet light suddenly shot from the crowd, shot into the priest's lungs from the side and rear, and stabbed diagonally upward from the collarbone.

The timid and mean priest did not die because of it. Because of a forward impact, he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, scratching the crossbow arrow emitting cold air with his right hand, but he didn't dare to pull it out.

"Tail...wish..."

The priest opened his mouth. Trying to say something, he pressed his right hand on his chest, and the divine magic light flashed slightly.

But just as his magical technique was about to be shot, dark red negative energy flames suddenly gushed out of his body, completely engulfing his entire being.

The next moment, the dark red fire group shrunk inwardly, and then detonated instantly!

The priest's body burst open in an instant. The kinetic energy of the explosion of minced meat and bone splattered all around, smashing the Templars' armor into a shallow pit. However, ordinary people without armor were embedded in their faces with bone fragments burning with dark red embers. She screamed and tried to hold it down, but she lost her strength before that. Weakly fell to the ground and lost his life.

The tall man finally couldn't stand the chaos in front of him. He took a deep breath, trying to command the chaotic crowd. But at this moment, a sharp dagger suddenly stabbed in from behind him, interrupting the roar that he had not yet exited.

Just as the dagger pierced through, it was blocked by his suddenly tightened muscles. If it was an ordinary assassin, he would have to give up his weapon and re-enter the shadows now.

but. The assassin who appeared behind the man did not have the slightest sense of being an assassin. He laughed wildly, jumping like a child, shouting in a loud exaggerated voice: "Johnny! Immortal Johnny! You are my childhood idol!"

The next moment, a golden light flashed on the assassin's hand. The blade instantly became sharp, and penetrated the middle-aged man's body without hindrance. Stabbed out from the abdomen. Then the assassin fled away laughing.

That's magic. It is a divine art called sharpness that can only be used by gods in the domain that possesses [sword].

Johnny was able to recognize who the owner of the sword was just by the color of the blade that peeked out from in front of him.

Although the thin golden color is somewhat like the color of Tyre's sacred flame, 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 war-cry-like vibrato, the assassin was not at all afraid.

He even took the initiative to appear in front of Johnny. Scratched his nose, raised his right hand, and greeted cheerfully: "Good morning! It's the first time I see you! Immortal Johnny! I wonder if you will drag a long tone like you did just now. Shout out 'I'm Johnny!'"

However, Johnny ignored him.

His face was heavy, and his face was full of anger: "Are you finally shameless! Are you going to make a move? Believers of La! You guys are actually fighting with the cultists. Are you planning to declare war on Tyre!"

"No, no, no, no, how could we declare war like His Majesty Tyre. We are righteous knights who believe in the sun!"

Imitating Johnny's roar, the nervous man opened his arms and turned his back to Johnny in a gesture of hugging the sun.

Johnny was not polite when he saw this, and when he made a mistake, he made a direct charge. He just raised his fist, wanting to hit the back of the crooked neurotic like a clown.

But at this moment, there was a sudden pain in his back, and Johnny couldn't help but stop the pace of charging.

His expression was heavy.

The moment he rushed out, he felt a terrifying crunch from his back. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Johnny could feel that the moment the dagger pierced through him, that guy smashed one of his kidneys. But he didn't expect that he actually stuck the sword on his spine.

"...What exactly do you want to do?"

Johnny frowned tightly.

If it was him twenty years ago, at this moment he would have rushed forward without hesitation. But he now has a wife and a daughter, and he is no longer the knight who can show up for Tyre at will.

"Hey! You're right! What do I want to do... I don't know myself! Just have fun!"

The man who seemed to be a believer in La, but was almost completely crazy, gave Johnny a thumbs up, laughed, and stretched out his hand to him: "Let's play the game of smashing rotten."

Johnny watched the rich golden holy flame gather in the palm of the madman's palm, and his pupils could not help shrinking violently.

The premonition of death struck instantly. (To be continued.)