quicksilver blood

Chapter 453 Chaos and Division

The crimson sunset light came in through the glazed roof, becoming dim and thin, unable to illuminate the surrounding space at all.

In the Dome Cathedral in Frankfurt—in this dome cathedral that cannot be entered unless summoned by the Pope, eleven people sat around a round table, arguing fiercely about something.

They wore bishop's robes of darker red, with straps around their necks.Their average age is over 60 years old, and the youngest one looks over 40 years old, with some wrinkles around his eyes.

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

Slapping the table, yelling, cursing, sneering.Except that they didn't really fight, they were no different from a group of merchants haggling in the vegetable market.

"Impossible! What are you still delusional about? Are the previous lessons not enough? You must not summon saints again! That will only make the situation worse!"

The youngest-looking cardinal emphasized loudly: "Saints—our rights are no match for those dead old guys. But what else can they do except pray? Will they handle diocesan affairs? They know that today How dangerous is the teaching of Tyrian? No! They won't! They only know to die for the glory of Tyrian! Because they know they can't die!"

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

"Fuck his saint! Do you know what that lunatic made the Holy City?" An old and strong bishop finally couldn't bear it, and lifted the neckline of the skinny old man: "Do you know what you are talking about? ?Massively summon saints and hand over their rights? Are you going to let a group of dead people hundreds of years ago, a group of undead who are behind the times, and a group of lunatics who know nothing but beliefs to save us? No! They are just weapons! There is no Jupiter His Majesty Te IV is here, they are just bombs that can get out of control at any time-they will only let us go to hell!"

"You deserve to go to hell!! You devil who forgot the teachings of Tyre! Coward! Murderer!"

The skinny old man stared at the strong old man as if he was giving a speech, and almost jumped up and shouted hoarsely: "What are you going to do! You killed the saint of Tyre! You are blasphemy! You killed the saint with your own hands today! St. Mochas is dead, and you will give up the glory of Tire tomorrow! When the blade is on your neck, you can spit on the ground and insult Tire with those devils who deserve to go to hell—"

"Be careful! Bishop Chryses!"

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

Looking at the middle-aged man, the thin old man's lips trembled, and his eyes became more angry.The sticky golden flame was about to overflow from his eyes: "Kasaka...do you support them too? Do you want to support this group of blasphemers?"

"Calm down, Chryses!"

An old man with golden round glasses and gray hair pulled Bishop Chryses's clothes from behind, and pressed his hands on his shoulders: "St. So it doesn't make sense."

"Master St. Mochas just wants the lost believers to regain their faith!"

"That's called regaining faith? He wants to become the pope!"

The strong old man was almost trembling with anger: "What is this? What is this! Without Thiel's appointment, without the approval of the Cardinals, without the appointment of the previous Pope, he will become the Pope? Why? He What have you done?"

"enough!"

A silver-haired old man with protruding cheekbones and thin lips frowned and interrupted their words: "It's a farce! You have to have a limit to your love of power! Even if Lord St. Mochas's idea of ​​trying to become the pope is really inappropriate , but you are simply fooling around! We are priests, those who worship the Holy Spirit, how can there be any reason to kill a saint? I think you are simply possessed by the devil!"

"Really?"

Kasaka sneered: "Then what do you mean, we should all be executed by silver injection? Then you who are not possessed by the devil can only become the new pope—ah, what a poor and strong person !Only you can save everyone in dire straits—”

"Heh, what do you mean by being so weird!"

"You know what I mean, Bishop Guderian."

Kasaka stood in front of Guderian with a height of nearly two meters, almost completely shrouding Guderian in the shadow: "Do you think I don't know what you are doing in the city? You spend a dozen dollars a day Going to talk with those bishops who escaped in secret, could it be that you just want to soothe their 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, saints are too dangerous. They are out of date, and they don't even know the current situation. We’re learning from experience – and the scariest thing is that we haven’t been able to stop them.”

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

A bishop clutching his forehead, lying on the table, with a painful and gloomy expression whispered, his voice was lifeless: "No matter which saint... I can't think of the possibility that they can turn the situation around."

Suddenly, under the bleak sunset light, there was a dead silence in the domed cathedral.

Finally, the sun had completely set.They fell into silent darkness.

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

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

"No, wait, everyone."

Kasaka suddenly said: "The Tianshi Department reported yesterday that a priest from Tyre appeared in the south and attacked Ra's temple with a magical attack... It is a bishop-level magic, and its power is infinitely close to that of the Pope."

"So what? Call a little-known little pastor who became famous overnight as a puppet? Then we couldn't decide to pay attention, so we asked him to make a judgment? Ah ha, what a good idea." A mocking voice sounded faintly.

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

Kasaka took it easy.

Suddenly, there was deathly silence in the dome church.

"……no."

Someone vetoed: "He has the Pope's ring, and we can't interfere with his resolution at all... He can even kill everyone who opposes him in an instant. What's the difference between this and calling a saint?"

"No, there is a difference."

Kasaka narrowed his eyes, and the light of ashes was fleeting: "No one can interfere with the status of a saint, and a saint can only interfere with his status... But if it is only the authority of the Pope, I hope you will remember one Individuals also have the authority of the pope, and cannot be interfered by the ring...and he is upright enough, powerful, and has a long reputation. He can restrain each other with the guy who holds the ring of the pope."

"...You mean, Bishop Xila?"

"Exactly. Besides, will the pastor who inherited the Pope's authority also inherit the thoughts and positions of Jupiter IV? Do you remember what Bishop Xila said?"

"—he said he was going to declare war on the Pope."

(End of this chapter)