Almighty Alchemist

The afternoon is the best time of the day.

Vibrant sunlight peeked out from the dark clouds, shining brightly on the top of the hill and the Arcane Tower in the distance, as well as the Imperial Palace.

But the most glorious thing is not these buildings, but the large-scale church.

This magnificent church has a rectangular plan, with a shrine protruding from the end, and the top is shaped like a spear piercing the sky. Its nave is wide and its vaults are covered with statues and decorations. Two rows of small prayer rooms are used on both sides to replace the original side corridors. A dome rises from the center of the cross. The altar of the church is richly and freely decorated, and the mountain flowers on it break through the classical French style, serving as icons and decorative lights.

This is the most important church of the Church of the Holy Spirit located in the capital of Reims - Winnington Cathedral.

It is one of the three top cathedrals of the Church of the Holy Spirit, the other two being located in the capital of the Franconian and Georgian empires.

The person who can become the bishop of such a church must be the most trusted person of His Majesty the Pope, and has a high position in the church.

Faircliffe was such a man.

Since he came to Winnington Cathedral three years ago, he has become the most powerful figure in the Reims Empire Church. He receives hundreds of noble believers every year, preaches all over the country, preaches teachings, and accepts offerings from believers. Although the expansion of the Lance Empire was not welcomed by the Church of the Holy Spirit, it brought great opportunities to Faircliff—the people who were defeated in the war needed comfort and the pain in their hearts, and the three groups of Frank’s people needed the gods to listen to their voices, and all the offerings naturally belonged to the name of the church.

Therefore, in Faircliffe's own opinion, it is unnecessary for the church to interfere in the national war. No matter who wins or loses, as long as their people still believe in the Church of the Holy Spirit and the gods representing light, then the church does not need to intervene.

Of course, if the Lance Empire was defeated, maybe Faircliffe would immediately go aggressively to ask for an explanation. It is said that the reason why the Church of the Holy Spirit intervened in this matter was also related to the Archbishop of the Frank Empire.

Today, however, Faircliffe is in no mood to complain about all this.

In fact, today he is putting on the robes and crown with unprecedented grandeur, holding a scepter in his right hand and a scripture in his left hand, followed by a large group of priests standing in front of the cathedral. Behind them, a choir of eighty-eight teenagers stood respectfully wearing flower crowns.

They had been waiting here for almost half an hour.

The sun was scorching hot, and many priests were already tired and drowsy.

"Why haven't you come yet?" Someone whispered.

"Huh?..." Faircliff cast a dissatisfied glance behind him, and the speaker immediately shut up in fright.

Waiting for a long time is tormenting people's hearts, but fortunately there will be an end.

The sound of trampling horseshoes came from a distance, gradually becoming clearer from far to near.

A war horse appeared in everyone's field of vision. It was a tall warrior wearing blood-colored armor, exuding incomparable majesty from top to bottom. There were three sharp thorns on the shoulders of his armor, and a bloody pattern was engraved on his chest. He also held a pitch-black spear in his hand, with a sharp tip.

After seeing the welcoming crowd, the samurai raised his spear towards the sky, and then a cavalry team roared and charged behind him, making a sky-shattering explosion, like a herd of beasts roaring on the ground, with all kinds of momentum.

If you look carefully, this cavalry team is actually only a hundred people, but it is this one hundred cavalry team, when their horseshoes fall, they are uniform, like soldiers stepping, which shows the quality of training.

The cavalry roared and rushed towards the cathedral. Seeing that they were getting closer, they didn't show any intention of slowing down. They were so frightened that everyone who greeted them panicked.

The leader, General Gao, rushed straight towards Faircliffe, and was about to hit him. The warrior slammed his horse, Herod the horse let out a cry, raised its hooves, kicked in the air with both front feet, barely hitting Faircliffe's head.

It was almost the same movement, all the knights made an emergency stop after rushing at the same time, and all the horses roared in unison, with great momentum.

Everyone was terrified by this move, but Faircliffe's expression remained calm as usual.

He clapped his hands slowly: "Rush fast and stop beautifully."

Under the blood-colored helmet, a gleam of admiring gazes passed by, and a deep and thick voice sounded: "The archbishop is indeed worthy of being a person whom His Majesty the Pope values."

"Your Excellency Hamilton, my lord, Faircliffe, on behalf of all the believers in the Lance Empire, welcomes the patrons of the gods."

"You are welcome, Your Excellency the Archbishop, you and I are on the same level, so you don't have to be too humble."

After being polite, Hamilton got off his horse, and the singing teenagers began to sing hymns.

As for the other knights, they turned to the back of the church under the guidance of others, and only two knights followed behind Hamilton.

Hamilton and Faircliffe talked as they walked into the church.

"I believe the archbishop already knows the purpose of my coming here?"

"Yes, Hugh Iglesel."

"Honestly speaking, I don't think it takes that much effort to deal with a repair Iglesne. I need to mobilize a team of Holy Knights. The Scourge Church has been active in the North Continent recently. They have established several underground churches to preach secretly. I just destroyed one of their strongholds a while ago, and I got a message that they are going to make a big move recently and are collecting resources everywhere. I originally planned to follow this route, but His Majesty the Pope sent me to arrest a boy." I can hear Hamilton's tone. With some dissatisfaction.

Faircliffe was a little surprised: "Have you heard of this young man before?"

"I know a little bit, and I have done some things that gave Strick a headache, but that doesn't explain the problem." Hamilton replied confidently: "I am a person who believes in strength, and the most disdainful thing is conspiracy. This world cannot be supported by conspiracy. Only fists and beliefs can support the invincible sky."

Hamilton raised his iron fist as big as a bowl, and the ferocious thorns on the iron gauntlet shone brightly in the sunlight.

Faircliff sighed.

He originally thought that Hamilton didn't understand Hugh Igleser, so he said that. Now it seems that he is too confident.

Arrogance is not the virtue of a believer in God, but self-confidence is.

The problem is that the line between the two is hard to draw.

Hamilton has always been arrogant, arrogant, and defiant in the church. In his eyes, Hugh Igles is like a grasshopper in the palm of his hand, and it is impossible to escape. In his opinion, there was only one reason why the Lance Empire was being manipulated by Xiu Yi - not because the enemy was too cunning, but because the Lance people were too incompetent.

Faircliff doubted what would happen to Huey with Hamilton's mentality. However, the church was in charge of preaching and church matters, the court was in charge of adjudicating crimes and sentencing, and the Holy Knights were in charge of carrying out tasks. Each of the three parties had their own divisions. On this issue, even if the archbishop had a high status, he could only make suggestions and not make decisions on his own.

So in the end he could only say: "Hugh Iglesma might not be difficult to deal with, but his alchemy is very troublesome. His black warrior may already have the strength to challenge the stars. If he is allowed to develop, his future will be limitless."

Hamilton replied in a cold tone: "This is exactly the purpose of my coming here. We will not accept the emergence of a second Electra. But the important thing is that no matter how great his potential is, the current him cannot be our opponent."

"I hope you will," replied Faircliffe.

"So... any news about him?"

"Yes, our people in the Arcane Tower told us that Hugh Igles will appear in the Royal Theater, and the time is set tonight."

Hamilton's eyes ejaculated: "The Royal Coliseum?"

"The problem is that we don't know who Hugh Igleser is. If he wants to pretend, it may be difficult for us to find him. The Association of Magicians specially went to find Raschel, hoping that he can find a way to force Hugh Iglesia."

Hamilton waved his hand: "Why bother? As soon as the time is up, immediately surround them from all sides, and kill everyone except the royal family, leaving no one behind! In the name of God, cleanse all heresies. The martyrs will be in bliss forever!"

The first release of this book is from Novels.com, so you can read the genuine content for the first time!