quicksilver blood

Chapter 464 Invincible Power
"Sing ye! Sing ye the name of Tire!"

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

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

People shouted the name of "Your Majesty" feverishly, knelt on the ground in ecstasy and loudly praised the miracle of Tire, and knelt down to kiss the ground where Roland walked, as if honey and milk were flowing on it.

And amidst the people's frantic shouts and praises, Baskerville, who had broken free from his madness, followed Roland step by step, with a calm and comfortable expression.

He stared at Roland—no, to be precise, he should be looking at something between himself and Roland.

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

He even recognized it as the Twilight Thing at first glance, but after calming down, Baskerville immediately recognized that it was actually a silhouette of the Sleeping Mentor.

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

That's the Lord of the Crown—the King of the Earth!

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

Silver-white flames shone on Roland's body, and two spiral wings of light pierced out from behind Roland.

But what Baskerville watched was the looming giant that appeared behind Roland.

It was a doll of a clergyman that seemed to be sewn from sand and dust.It clasped its hands, maintaining a praying posture, and was stitched to its chest, while the black robe that covered its calves was flying backwards wildly under the howling wind, forming an inverted triangle shape.

In the dim yellow sandstorm, the doll of the clergyman disappeared at any time and then reappeared.The sand and dust flowed in the air like water, spiraling up or down, forming a barrier-like storm around Roland.

On Roland's head, a crown was looming, synchronized with the appearance of the dim yellow puppet behind him.

Overwhelmed by the hallucination, Baskerville even felt that he was walking against the wind.The dim yellow grains of sand hit his face, although it didn't hurt, but there was indeed a pressure to move forward.

Baskerville, however, was now joyful.

His frantic soul finally calmed down.The half true and false "truth" that popped up in my heart all the time disappeared completely, and the whispers that rang in my ears all the time also completely subsided.He could even feel that his already distorted soul was being repaired at an extremely slow speed under the silver-white halo.

Before dying, Baskerville found the peace he could only dream of.

Although the Sleeping Mentor asked him to give his loyalty to Roland.But Baskerville knew he would have done it even if his mentor hadn't told him to.

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

Madness, or death?After 30 years of painful choices, Baskerville regained 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 his throat without hesitation.

Therefore, Baskerville, along with the believers kneeling on the ground, piously sang the name of Tyre.

One street, two streets—the news of the new pope spread through Frankfurt faster than the fastest plague.People rushed out of the house one after another, looking at the golden sky in the distance or not far away, they couldn't help crying.

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

Pope elections, saints killing people—these things don't matter anymore.The Holy City had its pope again, and people hadn't realized what consequences this would bring, so they showed their ecstasy unabashedly.

As Roland walked while praying, dark golden traces remained on the ground.People kissed the ground piously, kowtowed to Roland, prayed to Roland, and confirmed the remaining temperature 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.The elderly, men, women, and children followed Roland neatly and orderly, like a spontaneous tour.

There were not many people at first.But the crowd seemed to have some kind of suction, bringing more and more people together.This kind of silent, customary collective action has a contagious force comparable to the plague, and even people who were not originally devout subconsciously joined the growing team.

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

Finally, someone inside the domed cathedral began to notice the crowd outside the cathedral, and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.However, at this time, less than 10 minutes had passed since Roland performed his miracle, and the cardinals were scattered in the corners of the entire cathedral, and it was very difficult to gather them together.

"This is an act of blasphemy! This is undoubtedly an act of blasphemy!"

An archbishop in white heard this, and angrily slapped the table several times, even blowing his gray beard: "It's only been three days since the ceremony started! The final result hasn't come out yet! Even if he is the Pope Do not interfere with the decision of the Cardinal Council! The Pope has been deposed!"

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

"Are you worried that the believers will start a riot? Don't be kidding, we are the bishops!"

The archbishop stood up abruptly, his face full of fury: "I'm going to stop him! I'm going to stop that countryman—an outsider must not be the pope! He doesn't know anything! He will destroy us of!"

"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 moment, the clerk's expression was full of worry and bewilderment.

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 not careful, he will be crushed into slag in an instant.

He is starting to regret it now—could it be the right choice to let the new pope directly enter the dome cathedral without showing any signs of expression?

"Do not be silly……"

His face was pale, and he leaned against the wall and muttered: "What kind of bishop, what kind of archbishop... Crazy people don't care about these things..."

The clerk came from a small town.He had once witnessed a terrible riot.

Numbers increase courage, and even more animality.

At this time, all the people in the city gather here, plus the young pope, that is the power of a thousand people, the invincible power——

They can destroy anything.They dare to destroy anything.

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

(End of this chapter)