quicksilver blood

Chapter 217 The Distorted Light Burial

Winter nights are always extraordinarily long.

At 04:30 in the morning, there is still no dawn in the night sky of the holy city of Frankfurt.

The deep night fell into the city like flowing water, and was then evaporated by the flames filling the city.

All the residents of the city got up from their beds and prepared to witness the birth of a new saint.

Even if women and children were not allowed to participate in the ceremony, they opened the windows at home, looked out curiously and prayed in a low voice.

All grown-up people are walking on the street.Every dozens of steps stopped in unison, loudly praising Tire's greatness.

There are brass braziers everywhere in the street.Even in winter nights, it doesn't feel cold at all.

The crimson flame licked the brazier inside, burning quietly.They don't jump up or shake, just like pets.

Under the scorching flames, the stars in the sky seemed to melt together.

When I looked up, I couldn't see a single star.

In the world of Farnes, even children know that every star in the sky is a god.The gods watch the world, and their eyes can reach every corner of the world.

But now that the ceremony is being held in the holy city of Frankfurt, even the gods can't help but lower their eyes.

Because they know that Tyre is coming—

"People cried out for light, and Tyr gave them light."

At this moment, an old voice sounded in the sky, peaceful and generous.

The whole holy city suddenly fell silent.

People stopped praying, stopped marching.Even the people who were still at home stopped talking and looked into the distance in reverence.

Anyone who lives in the holy city of Frankfurt is, without exception, a follower of Tell.Even if he had no faith in Tire, sooner or later he would give his faith to Tire in this city that has been sanctified by rituals many times.

Frankfurt has held thirteen major holy ceremonies and has become a real holy place.

Living in this land is not just a simple thing that people's diseases will be cured naturally.

Everything will develop in a direction that is more beneficial to Thiel.

In the whole world of Farnes, there is no more pure holy place than Frankfurt.

The moment he heard the old voice, the whole city fell silent, and there was no more sound.

“If I see the sun shining in the sky, my heart is happy.”

The voice of Jupiter IV came from above the sky: "This light is born from all sides, rises from the east, hides towards the west, and is endless day by day."

A warm light rose from the east of the city.Like the sun, it shines on the whole city.

People couldn't help but cast their gaze and saw a glazed illusory giant slowly walking towards the east gate.

About hundreds of meters tall.Ethereal like a phantom, crystal clear like a crystal.

The face of the giant was none other than their Pope Jupiter IV.

Shocked by Tyre's might, people couldn't help bowing to the east and singing in low voices.

Suddenly, a low voice of prayer sounded again in the dead silent city.

But this time is different.Under the gaze of the transparent giant, everyone's prayers turned into some kind of real power.

The sky melted.

The dividing line between heaven and earth became blurred.

The night flowed, dizzying like milk.

The deep black gradually faded and thinned, and three illusory suns rose from behind the giant.

Because of the warmth of the brazier, people can't feel the warmth of the sun for a while.It just felt that the surroundings seemed to really warm up a little bit.

But the prayer of Jupiter IV has only just begun.

"In Tire's mercy, sent the morning light on us from on high, to enlighten those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, and guide our feet into the way of safety."

The surrounding darkness gradually receded.

One of the illusory suns stayed in place, maintaining such a rising posture.

The remaining two illusory suns gradually rose with the prayers of Jupiter IV and stayed at the highest point.

The prayers of the old Pope gradually became more passionate.

His voice was like thunder, and it rumbled across the sky: "O peoples! Clap your hands and shout to Tyre with triumphant voices!"

So the people in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All glory to Tire!"

"When the sun rises, we are greeted with a cry; when Tyre rises, we are greeted with the sound of a trumpet."

"All peoples! Clap your hands and sing praises to God!"

With the prayer of Jupiter IV, trumpets sounded from the sky.

The figure of Jupiter IV in a golden robe has faintly appeared in people's sight.

People clap their hands and sing praises loudly

The second sun stayed in the middle of the sky.The third sun continued to sink.

"The ungodly will suffer in the night. The sun will set against them, and the day will turn into darkness."

Wherever Jupiter IV passed by, the flames in the brazier rose.

For a moment, on both sides of the street, hundreds of thousands of fire snakes the size of buckets stood up.The streets that had become as bright as day suddenly became warmer.

People praised the glory of Tire and kissed the ground where Jupiter IV walked.

The old pope praised step by step, and walked for nearly two hours before arriving at the place where Frankfurt was elevated to the Holy Spirit.

As the glass-like colorful light on the old pope's body converges, the vision in the sky also disappears.The three false suns disappear and the night closes again.

But even so, the fiery snake in the brazier will reflect the night sky that is about to dawn red.

The vision of the three suns is the embodiment of his temple of truth.Under the baptism of his almost infinite holy power, the whole city can no longer see a speck of dirt.

Although the dawn has not yet come, the building has already exuded a dim light.

The ceremony is drawing to a close.

"I praise the glory of Tyr under the sun, I call your name aloud—"

Leaning on the sun scepter in his hand, the old pope shouted loudly: "—Saint Cloud!"

Just as his voice fell, the sun just rose.

The first bright red morning light had just swept across the city, and the incomparably gorgeous light gathered in front of Jupiter IV.

The atmosphere in the holy city is completely boiling.

They shouted the holy name of Claude in unison, praised his glory, and blessed him to be with Tyre forever.

But little did he know that at this moment, "Saint Claude"'s eyes were filled with golden light, his expression was dull, and he stood there like a sculpture.

If you want to describe it, it is a sharp sword that has been forcibly put on an ill-fitting sheath.

His struggle was visible to the naked eye.

Unstable and sharp sword energy spread from him, crossed the holy light that locked him on the ground, and carved a series of ravines on the ground.

But his resistance was regarded by the people in the holy city as his strength.

The old Pope held up his scepter and signaled the people to keep quiet.

In just two seconds, Frankfurt was silent.

Immediately, people heard the old Pope's old voice echoing in the sky: "Saint Cloud, I ask you—"

"—Who killed you?"

That was more like a question than a compliment.

It seems a little unreasonable - but the greatest pope in Tire's history is enough to erase people's doubts.

Hearing this, people couldn't help but look at it intently.

However, the twelve cardinals holding the commandment suddenly fell into a sluggish silence.

Others don't know, but they know.

There has never been such a link in the canonization of the past——

But before the few of them could react, everyone in the holy city saw the lips of the figure shrouded in holy light move slightly.

It's really okay?
The cardinals couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Although the soul that has just been consecrated should be an existence without sanity, and it will answer whatever it asks.

But none of the popes in the past would ask such a question out of the constraints of the scriptures.

"...The person who killed me is called Roland. He is a druid, or a believer in the death gods."

Hearing the words of "Saint Cloud", the old Pope nodded in relief.

Immediately, he turned his head and shouted to the people in the Holy City with righteous indignation——

"—O people, listen! Be angry!"

"The man who stabbed Saint-Claude to death with poison and a dagger was the wizard of the White Tower!"

Suddenly, the holy city of Frankfurt exploded.

(End of this chapter)