quicksilver blood

Chapter 465 I Am Justice

The scorching light overflowed.The fervent prayers and praises sent an anxious breath in the air, almost steaming the earth into mist.

After the archbishop pushed open the door of the temple angrily, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Just like Jupiter IV's tour.

No, even more spectacular than that.

Because it is not just strong men who participate in the pilgrimage, even the elderly, children and women are allowed to kneel down and worship on the road where the Pope walks.The status of all people is equal at this moment.Because they are living as a believer now, not as a child, a woman, or an old man.

Thousands of people knelt down to worship one person at the same time.All the people in the city knelt down and worshiped one person at the same time.

They each have their own status and identity.But at this moment, the pale fire of fanaticism was burning in their eyes, as if their spirits were being controlled, and they were madly worshiping the silver-haired young man walking at the front.

Silver hair - he even has silver hair!
Who knows if he is from Suze or some kind of bastard!
The archbishop's sanity completely collapsed.He almost knelt on the ground and complained loudly - Your Majesty Tire, are you blind?Why can a foreigner be your Pope?Why can he use Tyre's magic?

Have we been abandoned?Could it be that all the bishops were no better than a bastard of Su Ze, a lower race from a heretical country without the blood of the gods in their body?Aren’t the Banthas supposed to be the noblest race?

Ah, yes, yes!He must have used the ring of Tyr to reveal such a holy fire. His holy light was all fake and his ring was stolen!He is just a liar who wants to use the name of Tyr to deceive others!
Fury rushed up his spine and into his brain, and the scarlet rage spiraled, shattering his sanity.

The archbishop took a deep breath and roared in the loudest voice in his life:

"Heretics! Liars! Blasphemers—"

He roared with all his strength, and even his whole body trembled from the excessive force.He clenched his fists tightly, his nails pierced into his palms, and his arms trembled violently.

His roar finally made the prayers of the fools following Roland a little quieter.But the [-]-year-old bishop was not satisfied with this.

He took a deep breath again, his beard and hair flaunting like an enraged lion.

"Take off your stolen ring! You don't know what you've done! Get down on your knees and pray to Tyre, you blasphemous Suze!"

The old bishop tried his best, glared hard and roared at Roland: "You are not worthy of ruling Frankfurt!"

After shouting this sentence, he only felt a golden star in front of his eyes.

The severe lack of oxygen caused him to cough violently, and a severe dizziness that quickly spread in his brain caused the Archbishop to completely lose the ability to speak.

"Are you finished?"

But at this moment, an extremely calm and gentle voice sounded in the sky.It was in stark contrast to the old bishop's hysterical roar and only a little bit of cursing.

With the sound of that voice, the old bishop only felt that the air around him became drier and colder.He accidentally inhaled a big mouthful of such icy air, and couldn't stop coughing for a while.

However, his roar was heard by the cardinal in the temple.

Behind him, a series of hurried footsteps gradually sounded, but the old bishop only felt that his head was starting to dizzy, and his throat and lungs were coughing.

"I...cough cough cough...you...cough cough cough cough..."

"If you question me, the authority of my Prophet and Savior, I will say you are guilty!"

Roland's gentle and authoritative voice sounded from the sky, easily covering the voice of the old bishop: "Because my name is Roland. I am the incarnation of the sun, and I am the tongue of Tyre! I say so and you do so Believe, because I will never speak unrighteous words, I wear the robe of mercy, and the crown of justice—because I am also the embodiment of justice! I am justice! I am the sun!"

"You...cough cough cough..."

Following Roland's righteous words, the old bishop was almost too angry to speak.

However, the cold wind that was colder than the hell's wind directly poured into his mouth and nose, and he couldn't breathe at all.The extremely dry, cold dust-soaked air made him cough so hard that he couldn't even breathe. There was snowflakes in front of his eyes, and the extremities of his hands and feet began to feel numb.

"O peoples! Clap your hands and shout to me with triumphant voices! For I am justice!"

As soon as Roland finished speaking, the thousands of people behind him clapped their hands excitedly at the same time, and the ecstatic applause like a mountain roaring and tsunami completely drowned out the coughing of the old bishop.

"Praise justice!"

People shouted loudly at the same time.

"When the sun rises, there is a cry; when Tire rises, a trumpet sounds. O peoples! Clap your hands and sing praises to me! For I am the sun!"

Along with Roland's prayer, the trumpet sounded from the sky.

A spirit knight in silver armor blows a horn and walks through the air.When people saw this real miracle, they became even more excited.

"Praise the sun!"

So, people clapped their hands together, praised the sun, and sang hymns loudly.

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

"You should praise Tire! You should shout my name under the sun! I give you this right, because all living beings are equal under the sun -"

"Cry out! Shout out My Name! Shout out!"

The louder and louder voice turned into huge waves, attracting a tsunami that destroyed everything.

"Roland! Saint Laurent—"

At this moment, the Holy Spirit Knight blowing the horn suddenly shouted in the air.

People's minds were so hot that they were almost boiling. They didn't realize what Roland said and who the knight was, so they shouted loudly: "Roland! Saint Laurent!"

"Roland! Saint Laurent!"

"Roland! Saint Laurent!"

The sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami made the archbishop's face pale as paper, but his eyes were blood red.

The deep killing intent overwhelmed him.

never forgive--

Such twisting of Tyrian's teachings, usurping of Tyrian's beliefs - such behavior will never be condoned!
But thinking so in his heart, the old bishop knelt down obediently, trembling, and fell on the ground.

Seeing this scene, the frenzied people behind Roland became even more frenzied. They almost went crazy, screaming and repeating the last sentence.

The cardinals looked at everything outside with pale faces, just like people on a desert island looking at the coming tsunami.

As Roland stepped onto the domed cathedral with his first step, the icon of Tyre on the top floor quickly lost its light and dimmed.

Instead, a silvery white shimmer replaced the rainbow light that penetrated the sky, slowly crawling towards the sky.

However, the moment Roland raised his head, the Archbishop who was kneeling on the ground rushed towards him like a wild dog!
The holy fire was burning more and more intensely on him, his eyes were bloodshot, and he opened his arms to grab Roland.

It was the flame that he turned his life into.If it exploded, it would be enough to level the surrounding tens of meters of ground.

As he rushed over, he roared the last words of his life in a trembling and hoarse voice:

"Accept the punishment! Heresy—"

However, a long sword burning with holy fire penetrated his body directly, and his internal organs quickly froze, then shattered and burned into dregs in the blazing holy fire.

Until his death, the explosion he was looking forward to never came.

The shining power ring directly deprived him of his divine favor, leaving nothing behind.

Roland raised his sword high, stood in front of the last temple in Tire, and shouted loudly: "You have no right to punish me!"

"——I am justice!"

(End of this chapter)