Lord of Glory

In the camp outside the forest. ． COM, headed by Oxwell, who was wearing a bandage, and a large number of executive officers and Knights Hospitallers were standing on the plain outside, listening to the mournful music played by the band around them, while the priest recited prayers on the side. The descendants and devout knights who were tragically assassinated were buried one by one.

The cold wind was blowing, and from Oxwell's perspective, this everlasting plain was filled with hidden murderous intent and full of killing intent. Seeing the former church members and companions die under such dirty and despicable means, not only Oxwell himself, but also the other knights and executives who came to attend the funeral had tears of anger rolling in their eyes.

"Director, let's fight. We can't let these reptiles crawling in the dark be so proud!" At this time, an executive next to him came to Oaksville and said with fighting intent in his eyes. The latter silently shook his head and glanced at the young man, and sighed helplessly. Just when he was about to let these young people calm down and see the situation clearly, there was suddenly a burst of anxious horse hooves walking on the wet soil and grass not far away. The grass comes flying.

"Huh?" Oxwell frowned and turned around, only to see a bishop wearing a purple round hat and purple robe riding a white horse from the Holy City of the Holy See, holding a scroll and coming. This kind of dress is very familiar to Oaksville, it is the messenger delivering news from the Holy City. Just when he was wondering why the Holy City would send a messenger at this time, he saw the messenger coming to Oaksville, reining in the horse and dismounting.

Breathless and blushing, he walked up to the director and asked, "Excuse me, who is the director of the Inquisition? The Thirteenth Cardinal Red Archbishop?" "I am, what's wrong?" Oxwell was Wearing a red robe, with gorgeous shawls and scarves around the shoulders and neck. Seeing this, the messenger handed him the scroll in his hand. He said, "This is a message from the new Pope, His Majesty Urban II."

Oxwell took the scroll and unfolded it, glanced at it briefly, and suddenly waved his hand to the other people around him: "You guys should stay away for now." Many knights and executives immediately backed away. Soon there was no one else around.

Seeing this, Oxwell suddenly laughed sarcastically, shook the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "This guy Paladin, what does it mean to send me a blank scroll? He should have brought you another message."

As Oxwell swung, the blank side of the scroll was revealed in front of his eyes. The messenger listened to this question and reiterated expressionlessly: "Attention. It's His Majesty the Pope. If you want to call him by his full name, please call him Paladin, St. Peter, His Majesty Flamel."

"Saint Peter? Is he worthy? Stop the messenger. What exactly does he want you to tell me? Get out of here! I still have to fight against heretics for my faith!" Oxwell held up his empty hands with disdain. The scroll was thrown to the messenger, but who knew that the messenger silently threw it away and turned to look at Oxwell, with a faint golden light flashing in his eyes: "Stubborn old man, you have ambitions that you shouldn't have. But you will know how to do it yourself Seeking death."

"What?" Oxwell, who was slightly stunned, turned around and stared at the messenger, but the messenger still stated expressionlessly: "You have no idea who the enemy you are facing is. You have never experienced it personally. The enemy is powerful. Since you are willing to hide in the shadows, I will present the light in front of you. Let the hot light burn you to ashes."

"Who are you!" Oxwell jumped back, drew his sword and shouted. He suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. But the next second, he only saw a flash in front of his eyes. The figure of the messenger has actually arrived in his arms! "Have you forgotten me? I am your Pope." The messenger said, ignoring the pale Oxwell next to him. A big hole suddenly opened up in front of his forehead, and a golden ball of light shot out from the big hole like lightning, slamming onto the front of Oaksville! …,

"Ah..." Oxwell trembled. He could feel the ball of light eroding crazily in his mind, and his memory disappeared quickly. His vision began to blur, and his consciousness sank. Oxwell suddenly half-knelt on the ground. With the last trace of his mind, his eyes were filled with blood and tears, and he slowly grabbed the soil on the ground with trembling hands, extremely unwilling to do so.

Just when he was about to use the art of divine punishment to destroy his body together, he suddenly felt in a blur that two golden pupils suddenly opened in the dark corner deep in his heart! As if everything was illuminated, Oaksville's last ditch effort finally failed. He was seen half-kneeling on the ground in a daze, but his eyes were radiating golden light.

"The despicable Night Owl Society actually pretended to be a messenger from the Holy City and intended to assassinate me!" Suddenly he jumped up and pointed at the corpse of the messenger and shouted. The knights and executives who heard the news immediately became furious! "Director, attack! The Night Owl Club is so abominable. They are trying to assassinate you again!" The clone saw the crowd getting angry, and immediately pulled out the sword at his waist and shouted: "Attack! Capture the evil Night Owl Club. !”

Soon after, Oaksville seemed to be a different person, no longer hesitant and afraid to attack. Instead, he suddenly and decisively led the Hospitallers and Executive Officers to surge into the forest to exterminate the heresy. And the very next day, after almost all the kings and archdukes on the continent received information about the new pope. The entire human kingdom on the continent was boiling in an instant!

"What is this Paladin? But he just became the Pope within half a year of becoming a Cardinal. I have never seen him! What benefits can this guy bring to me by becoming the Pope? I spent a whole time Are all these bishops bought with huge sums of money blind?"

In the capital of Engelland Empire, after receiving the news, His Majesty the Emperor threw the envelope to the ground angrily and cursed! In fact, many papal elections in previous years were a competition between various countries in the human race. Clergy from various countries all went to the Holy City, trying to make their own citizens the pope. Therefore, elections in previous generations have been carried out by more than a dozen countries in assassinations, bribes and threats. But this time, before they knew that the previous pope had died, the notice of the new pope came to them!

This is not only the anger of being ignored and teased, but also a big change of suffering losses for nothing! After getting angry, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly calmed down. With eyes wide open, he looked at the ministers below and suddenly said: "Immediately send out pigeon messengers to ensure that all kingdoms and principalities receive them. I will tell those kings in my name, If you still want a share of the pie after experiencing such humiliation, then join forces. Then you secretly send a message to the southern countries. If they rely on my strong arm, Engelland, I can help them with their elven problems. After all, we already have Mulam and orc barbarians, so we don’t care about one more elf.”

His Majesty, who was like this, suddenly paused. While watching the four clerks below writing letters quickly, he did not forget to say to a guard general who was waiting beside him: "You give me an order to have the people hoarded outside the Night Owl Club." The five legions stopped advancing and ignored Oxwell's orders. They drove a hundred miles outside the holy city of Cassili and faced these magic sticks who dared to tease me in a warlike manner! I want this inexplicable Paladin, wearing the Pope's attire Wearing a triple crown in his divine robe, he personally knelt on the ground and kissed my shoes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his face was full of pride and pride. Of course, he didn't know what kind of existence he was dealing with. But some people know that there is also a group of utopians who swear to defend the balance and justice of the continent. Guys who call themselves the Warriors of the Apocalypse. At this moment, they are gathering in the most ordinary monastery in the east, which stands in the forest. (To be continued...)

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