After several days of intense planning, Todd finally ushered in the ceremonial day of the election of the throne of the Holy Acropolis.

Early in the morning, after washing up and having breakfast, Todd returned to his room to open the soul space, arranged tactical communication for Twilight City and Froststone Camp respectively, and coordinated with Rachel about the cooperation of the Xenomorph Society.

After doing these things, Todd, who returned to the room, walked to the window, looked at the dense clouds in the sky, felt the cool breeze blowing slightly, and said softly, "The storm is coming." ”

Putting on the robe of the church, Todd went to the backyard of the cathedral and faintly heard a shrill voice.

"You and your teacher are both apostates under the Heavenly Father!" Cardinal Jacob, with a grim expression, yelled viciously at Tristan, "You must be hiding something!"

The latter puffed out his chest fearlessly: "Your Excellency, please pay attention to your words, I have nothing to do with it, but it is against the precepts of the Church to speak of another cardinal. ”

Before Jacob could say anything more, he swallowed his words and glared at Tristan with hatred, and turned to leave the backyard.

Todd walked over to Tristan, glanced at Jacob's back, and asked in a low voice, "Trouble?"

"A barking dog. Tristan looked around, pulled Todd's sleeve, came to a no-man's corner, and whispered, "I don't know what your relationship with Twilight City is, but I have information that may be of interest to you." ”

"Intelligence?

Tristan said with a straight face: "At today's election ceremony for the throne, the Church will give up its support for His Highness Matild. ”

Todd was slightly startled.

Tristan continued: "I don't know exactly why, but this news comes from internal channels in the church and should be reliable...... How's that? Surprising news, right?"

Todd smiled and nodded.

He was a little surprised, but not because of the church's decision to abandon Matild, but because Tristanken told him about it.

"Tristan, thank you. Todd said sincerely, "You've done me a great favor." ”

Tristan smiled and waved his hand, "It's not a big deal, if you can get in touch with the Twilight Mission, let them be more careful." ”

Todd patted the other man on the shoulder and walked to the carriage at the backyard gate.

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The Holy Acropolis is a rather peculiar kingdom, and although it is under the rule of the Heavenly Father, it still has the shadow of barbarian tribes in many customs.

For example, the election to the throne. In other diocesan kingdoms, the king only needs to appoint a child to inherit the throne and invite the church to preside over the succession ceremony for him.

However, in the Holy Acropolis, the successor to the throne must first obtain the approval of the majority of the nobles, which is somewhat similar to the succession of the leader of a barbarian tribe, and the superior has to obtain the consent of the majority of the patriarchs. As for the election process, it is called the "Throne of Sord" in the mouth of the people of the Holy Acropolis.

Todd stood in the royal hall of the Holy Acropolis, looking out at the hundreds of people around him, the bustling crowd crowding the place.

Looking at the Twilight Mission, Todd exchanged glances with Mary.

The latter was in the midst of this chaotic scene, her face pale, her fists clenched, but the moment she saw Todd, her stiff body slowly relaxed.

Todd shifted his gaze in the direction of the throne again, and Leoric, who was weakened, sat on the throne with a weak breath, his eyes looking into the distant nothingness.

Beside him stood a tall gray-robed man, his face covered by a pitch-black hood, and a chain made of bird's bones hung from an oak staff more than a man high.

Todd mustered up his spirits and carefully observed the gray-robed man's every move. To his surprise, the other party did not make the slightest movement from beginning to end, and he couldn't even see the ups and downs of his breathing.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" a nobleman of high stature walked to the throne and shouted to everyone in the hall, "It's time to elect a new master for the Holy Acropolis!"

The nobleman had no intention of asking for permission from Leorik to begin the election ceremony, as if he had not taken the old king into account.

Faced with this scene, Leorik sat on the throne, his eyes still looking into the distance, and his body did not move at all, as if everything that happened in the hall had nothing to do with him.

Another nobleman stepped forward, tilted his head, and spat on the ground: "Let's get the damn done! I can't wait to see the new king of the Holy Acropolis!"

One nobleman after another sang and began to sing, and the people cast their eyes of approval and words of flattery at the two highnesses in the center of the room, and no one remembered that there was an old man in his twilight sitting on the throne.

Amid the croaking of the people, two large wooden frames were lifted out.

One was placed on the left side of the throne and the other on the right side of the throne.

Sinclair first untied his saber and placed it on the left shelf, while Matild placed his saber on the right shelf.

Someone shouted, "Let the elections begin! What are we waiting for?!"

"Wait!"

At that moment, a man suddenly stepped out of the church group.

Cardinal Jacob held a gold-leaf text in his hand, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the front of the throne, slowly opened the paperwork, and said aloud: "In the name of the Father, in order to respect the traditions of the Holy Acropolis and ensure the fairness and impartiality of the elections, Pope Alexander has decided to withdraw the secular holy order previously granted to His Highness Matilid......"

"What?!" Matild, who was confident a second ago, was struck by lightning when he heard the news announced by Jacob.

He waved his arms, ran to the cardinal in a panic, grabbed the other man's sleeve, and shouted, "I don't believe it!

Jacob showed the document, with the handwriting of Pope Alexander and the seal of the Cardinal, which made the nobles around him talk a lot, and completely destroyed the last trace of luck in Matilde's heart.

"Why?why????!

Matilde looked at Jacob stupidly, his expression was sluggish, and the whole person seemed to have lost all hope.

Dion, the head of the Twilight Mission, whispered a conversation with Mary, and the two glanced at Todd in the crowd, only to see that the other was shaking his head slightly.

As a result of the temporary withdrawal of the Church, the nobles began to re-examine the situation, and those who had supported His Highness Matild began to carefully consider their choices.

Soon, a nobleman stepped out of the crowd, holding a sword with the family crest on it, and gently placed it on Sinclair's sword stand.

More and more people began to put the sword representing the family on the wooden frame of Sinclair. In a few moments, Sinclair's wooden frame was full of all kinds of long swords, but Matild's wooden frame was empty.

Ten minutes later, each nobleman had voted on behalf of his family.

Sinclair won by an absolute margin without any suspense, and he was supported by the majority, but he could not see the arrogance after the victory. On the contrary, he greeted everyone with humility, thanked them for their selfless support, and repeatedly promised to give back to everyone.

Looking at the sincere look on Sinclair's face, Todd felt something churning in his stomach.

If it weren't for knowing in advance that this guy had a dirty secret agreement with the church in private, Todd might have thought that he was a pretty good guy. But now, all that was left to his senses was an indescribable disgust and disgust.

While everyone was celebrating for His Highness Sinclair, a nobleman of the Holy Acropolis walked up the steps of the throne, looked at the 'previous king' with impunity, and shouted, "Leoric, remove your ass from the throne, it's time to give way to the new king!"

Leorik didn't move.

Todd's hand slowly turned into a tyrant, and he first gave Dion and Mary a hidden look, then looked up at the roof, and slowly closed his eyes.

Just as he was about to start executing his plan, something unexpected happened......

Perhaps annoyed by Leoric's indifference, the nobleman who walked up to the throne stretched out his hand to drag the old man who refused to give up the throne from the throne.

As soon as it was too late, Leorik flipped his palm, and the sword placed on the armrest of the throne, with the swing of his master, completed the action of unsheathing and slashing in an instant. The sharp blade of the sword left a trail of blood on the nobleman's neck, slowly expanding.

The nobleman, whose throat was slit, pressed his hand to his neck in disbelief, and blood splashed like a fountain on every corner of the throne.

The sound of lotus came from his throat, and the nobleman's legs went limp, and in the screams of everyone in the hall, he fell to the bottom of the steps, completely lifeless.

Dark clouds covered the sky, the sky outside the temple completely darkened, and lightning like golden arrows shot from the dense clouds to the earth, and in an instant the light illuminated the entire palace of the king.

Covered in blood, Leorik had a sword in his hand, his silver-white hair fluttering with the wind that poured into the hall.

His eyes widened, looking at everyone present, and none of the invincible nobles just now dared to look him directly into the eyes.

Leorik turned the sword in his hand, and a slash slashed with all his might, representing Sinclair's succession, the sword seat was broken, and the weapon symbolizing the power of the nobility was scattered to the ground.

"No one can drive me from the throne, not even God!"

With Leoric's angry roar, thunder roared outside the hall, and rain poured down on the city like a waterfall. (https:)

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