Blood of Mercury

Shouting like a tidal wave of mountains and tsunamis. ∏∈∏∈, .

Thousands of believers burned with pale enthusiasm, raising their hands high and shouting the same name in unison:

"Roland! Saint Laurent!"

"Roland! Saint Laurent!"

"Roland! Saint Laurent!!"

As if to shatter the earth, as if to shatter the sky

The buildings were shaking slightly with the cries, which were enough to make the hearts of those who approached go numb.

Everyone's voices were drowned out by the loud cries that roared like thunder, and they couldn't hear their own voices.

Their faces were flushed with excitement, their whole bodies were shaking with excitement, their minds were extremely hot, and a drunken and violent swelling quickly slid up the back of their heads along their spines.

Everything in front of them seemed to gradually become blurred, and the line of sight slowly drew closer, only Roland's figure was locked in the center of their field of vision, which was extremely clear.

When they saw that the archbishop tried to sacrifice himself to kill Roland, people exclaimed anxiously; when they saw Roland stabbed to death the bishop who uttered his words with a sword, people exclaimed excitedly. When Roland deprived the bishop of the divine grace, the enthusiasm of the people rose to the highest point.

Only the Pope and the gods can deprive believers of their divine grace. After Roland made such a move, his identity was beyond doubt.

People shouted excitedly and raised their hands to praise Roland. As for what they were going to do in the first place, what they actually wanted, it doesn't really matter now.

Follow the collective call, follow the collective pace. They just followed the people around them, and everything went on in such a chaotic and orderly manner.

It can be said that what followed Roland at this time was not thousands of believers, but a group of pure fanatics.

No one would doubt that even the most elite knights would stop their charge in front of these fanatics.

The unreasonable trust that endorses all the fallacies in the world is enough to explode the most powerful force. Death can't stop them, and they will never back down even if they are blocked by a legion several times or even dozens of times their size.

At this moment, Roland's scorching personal will has been deeply branded into their brains.

Never question. never back down. Never fail.

Adhering to this belief, they are under Roland's command even if they have not undergone any systematic training. Still able to become an elite soldier capable of tearing everything apart.

Just as the mad believers were slowly approaching like a tsunami, calling out the same name neatly, Roland stopped in front of the door of the Dome Cathedral and raised his right hand without turning his head.

Like a marching guard of honor. The fanatics who followed Roland neatly stopped and shouted.

The first second was like a tsunami of unstoppable progress, and the next second was complete silence, not even a trace of noise.

This change from extreme motion to extreme stillness is enough to produce the strongest visual impact.

It was as if the rushing waterfall was hovering in the air, or the huge waves that had been raised up instantly subsided. Not even a ripple.

The cardinals who watched this scene from the window of the dome cathedral were pale and completely lost their blood.

Their hearts were beating so violently that they could even be heard with their ears. The fists were clenched unconsciously, and the nails completely pierced into the flesh without feeling.

"He...this is..."

Ossi's voice was trembling, and he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

Kasaka's face was gloomy and his breathing was heavy. Several other cardinals looked different, but roughly the same.

The enemy is unimaginably powerful.

The foreigner from the country usurped the will of the whole city. While those lambs were theoretically powerless to make any difference to the final result, that was only theoretical.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they've gone completely mad. The actions of a lunatic are completely unpredictable.

What if they did attack the Dome Cathedral? What if they forced that hillbilly to the Pope?

The Pope's precepts can deprive any believer of his charism. Even the group of cardinals was only a dozen mortals in front of Roland. And the prestige they usually accumulated and the contacts they managed were nothing compared to the sea of ​​mad believers at this time.

in any way. They are all at an absolute disadvantage.

There are even several cardinals who are considering whether they can keep their current status after switching to the new pope.

After seeing the mad believers, they were convinced that the new pope had some ability to tamper with the will of others. That being the case, the support they have won by various means is nothing but a joke. The will of those partners could at any time fall to the new Pope.

"It's the same as Jupiter IV again... Are they really the only ones who can become Popes..."

Kasaka said bitterly.

However, Cardinal Guderian seemed to have thought of something at this time, and suddenly froze for a moment.

"No! Everyone, no!"

He shouted loudly, drawing the attention of the other cardinals: "Our new pope is indeed powerful. But we are not without a chance!"

"...What are you still thinking about?"

Kasaka's voice was hoarse: "Open your eyes and take a look at the outside world. Look at the people who support the new Pope, count their number, and then talk about your delusions."

"Casaka, my brother, I'm not joking."

However. Guderian had a serious face. He came over excitedly and put his hands on Kasaka's shoulders: "That Suze guy overlooked one thing! One thing he never thought of!"

As he turned his eyes to Xila, the surrounding cardinals showed a sudden realization.

"That's right! We still have our dear warriors! Dare to argue with the Pope. Cardinal Syrah, the man of pure justice!"

Guderian shouted in an operatic voice: "We still have our dear brothers! No one can question the sanctity of Cyrah! He is noble, determined, and wise! He is simply the leader that Tyre gave us! Forever! Patriarch!"

"That's right! We're not denying the legitimacy of the new Pope's identity! We're just acknowledging that Cyla has the same level of authority as the Pope! An authority recognized by His Majesty Tyre himself!"

One by one ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ cardinal's eyes became firm.

Yes...this is the last resort.

If you let that hillbilly get hold of it all, he'll ruin it all! He doesn't know anything, he doesn't know anything!

Whether it is some kind of unspoken rule in the holy city, or some iron law that sticks to the rules, he doesn't know anything! That young man named Roland is sure to screw everything up!

Syrah is different. Syrah is their brother. They were even pushed to this supreme position by their own hands! If the new Pope wants to do anything against them, Syrah will stop him

However, Xila just smiled gently, acquiescing to this honor. (To be continued.)