Blood of Mercury

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"You shall sing! You shall sing the name of Tyre!"

Roland's prayers rumbled like thunder in the sky. Dazzling golden holy light poured out from Roland, clinging to the surrounding buildings like a flowing flame.

The golden power ring on his left hand shone brightly. At this moment, no one can question Roland's sanctity.

People shouted the name "Your Majesty" frantically, knelt on the ground in ecstasy and praised Tyre's miracle aloud, prostrate and kissed the ground that Roland walked on, as if honey and milk were flowing on it.

And amid the frenzied shouts and praises of the people, Baskerville, who had broken free from the madness, followed Roland step by step, with a calm and comfortable expression on his face.

He was staring at Roland or not, to be precise, he should be staring at something between himself and Roland.

If the perception is high enough, you can realize what is there.

At first glance, he even recognized it as something of the dusk, but after calming down, Baskerville immediately recognized that it was actually a silhouette of the dormant mentor.

Compared with Tyre and N'Zoth, the dim yellow figure was purer and greater. He is the source of the world, the holder of authority.

That is the lord of the crown is the king of the earth!

In Baskerville's vision, everything in front of him is completely different from ordinary people.

Roland's body shone with silvery white flames, and two spiral wings of light pierced from behind Roland.

What Baskerville watched was the looming giant that appeared behind Roland.

It was a cleric doll that seemed to be sewn from sand. It folded its hands and was sewn on its chest in a praying posture, while the black robe that covered its calf fluttered wildly backwards under the whistling wind, forming an inverted triangle.

In the yellow sandstorm, the cleric dolls disappeared at any time and then reappeared. Sand and dust flowed in the air like water, spiraling up or down, forming a barrier-like storm around Roland.

And on Roland's head, a crown loomed. Synchronized with the appearance of the dusky yellow puppet behind him.

Invaded by the hallucination, Baskerville even felt like he was going against the wind. The dull yellow sand hit his face, although it was not painful, it did have a kind of pressure to move forward.

However. Baskerville was rejoicing at this time.

His frantic soul finally calmed down. The "truth" that was constantly emerging from the bottom of my heart disappeared completely, and the whispers that were ringing in my ears all the time also completely subsided. He could even feel that his long-distorted soul was being repaired very slowly under the silver-white halo.

Before his death, Baskerville had the serenity he dreamed of.

Although the long-sleeping mentor asked him to give his loyalty to Roland. But Baskerville knew he would do it even if his mentor didn't tell him.

Roland was the one who rescued him from endless madness and hallucinations. The savior of the Baskervilles alone. Baskerville's heart was moved and pious at this time, even far more than N'Zoth who saved him from death.

crazy. Or death? After 30 years of painful choices, the Baskervilles have regained their peace. At that moment, Baskerville almost burst into tears.

There is no doubt that Roland is his savior. If someone said that Roland was not the savior at this moment, Baskerville would rush to strangle him without hesitation.

Therefore, Baskerville, along with those kneeling believers, reverently sang the name of Thiel.

The news that a new pope had appeared one or two streets spread across Frankfurt faster than the quickest plague. People rushed out of the house one after another, watching the distant or not-so-distant sky turned into a brilliant golden sky, and couldn't help crying.

They whimpered, howled loudly, and knelt on the ground in low prayers. The believers drew a triangle in front of them with trembling hands, and then slowly and solemnly pressed their hands to their chests.

What Pope Election. What saint kills these things are no longer important at this time. The Holy City has his Pope again, and people have not yet realized what the consequences of this incident will bring, so they unabashedly show their ecstasy.

As Roland walked while praying, dark golden traces remained on the ground. People kissed the ground reverently, then knocked at Roland, prayed to Roland, and confirmed the temperature remaining on the dark golden ground with their cheeks. Then, an inexplicable sense of peace and happiness filled their hearts.

Afterwards, more and more people followed behind Roland. Old people, men, women, and children followed Roland neatly and orderly, like a self-guided tour.

There were not many people at the beginning. But the crowd seemed to have some kind of suction, attracting more and more people. This silent, conventional collective action has the contagious power of a plague, and even people who were not religious before subconsciously joined the growing ranks.

With the flow of people gathered into the sea. Roland's movement trajectory became an arrow, pointing in the direction of the dome cathedral very clearly.

Finally, someone in the Dome Cathedral began to notice the crowd outside the church, and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. However. At this time, less than 20 minutes had passed since Roland showed his miracle. The cardinals were scattered around the corner of the cathedral, and it was difficult to gather them together.

"This is blasphemy! This is unquestionably blasphemous!"

When an archbishop in white heard this, he slapped the table several times in anger, and even blew his gray beard: "It's only been three days since the ring ceremony started! The final result has not yet come out! Even if he is the Pope, Can't interfere with the decision of the Cardinal! The Pope has been removed!"

"...But, my lord. Now the whole Holy City knows that the Pope is here. If we don't let him in, I'm worried..."

"Are you worried that the believers will riot? Stop kidding, we are the bishops!"

The archbishop stood up abruptly, his face full of rage: "I'm going to stop him! I'm going to stop that countryman's pope position and never let an outsider take over! He doesn't know anything! He will destroy us! "

"Wait, Archbishop..."

The clerk was only halfway through speaking when the Archbishop ignored his outstretched hand, slapped the table and rushed out of the room.

At this time, the reporter's face was full of worry and confusion.

He was the first person to discover Roland's existence.

He was just a small clerk, but at this time he had to be involved in the war between the cardinals and the new pope.

If he is a little careless, he will be crushed into **** in an instant~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He is now beginning to regret that it is the right choice to let the new Pope directly enter the dome cathedral quietly?

"Do not be silly……"

His face was pale, and he leaned against the wall and muttered: "What bishop, what archbishop... Crazy people don't care about this at all..."

The clerk came from a small town. He had witnessed a terrible riot with his own eyes.

The number of people will increase the courage, but also increase the animal nature.

At this time, all the people of a city are gathered here, plus the young Pope, that is the power of a thousand people, an invincible force

They can destroy anything. They dare to destroy anything.

Whether it is morality, law, or the flesh and blood of the district bishop

(To be continued.)

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