When the red sun faded from its blazing light and turned dark red, and the last rays of afterglow were taken away from the clouds, the sacrifice for the thousand-year independence anniversary of the Red Sun Empire finally came to an end. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info this sacrifice can be called a very spectacular since the establishment of the empire for thousands of years, although it is not as grand as the last time in terms of numbers, but it is rare in terms of the identity and status of the person who presided over the sacrifice. For the first time, His Holiness the Pope and Grandma Ali Sequoia collaborated, accompanied by hundreds of cardinals and members of the Sisterhood, a feat never seen in the Empire's thousand-year history. What's more, Pope St. Martin, who was more than 100 years old, chanted a total of four chants during the one-day sacrifice, and you must know that among the many Congregations of St. Peter, not many people have heard the Pope's chant in their lifetime. What's more, there is also the participation of the sister group's Ali Sequoia Mama.

When the current crown prince of the empire, accompanied by a priestess, slowly walked out of St. Peter's Church with a heavy tiredness, the St. Peter's Square erupted in warm applause and cheers, although it is not yet possible to verify how much of this was sincere, the point is that the effect is enough. People flocked to the bottom of the 1,000 steps of St. Peter's Church, and it was always the news media reporters who rushed to the front. At the beginning, they rushed forward, but later their legs could no longer keep up with the rhythm of their bodies being pushed forward, and many people were overwhelmed by the crowd and did not hold on to the end. Relying on tenacity and perseverance, he successfully withstood the huge pressure of tens of thousands of people, was rushed to the bottom of a thousand steps, and there were still a few breaths to say a few words to the deformed microphone that had already been squeezed.

"Audience friends in front of the TV and the Internet, I'm now, hey, fuck, don't squeeze me, where I'm now, I'm tired, who's fucking arching my ass in the back, day!Dear viewers, fuck, the prince has successfully completed the thousand-year sacrifice, friends, this is a time that will be loaded...... Andrew, you're blocking my view, the camera is rushing here, audience friends, day, where's my microphone?"

Empress Kate was still standing in the stands in front of the 1,000-step staircase from St. Peter's Church, the red sun turning away from its scorching edge and ushering in the evening. There was a hint of coolness in the wind. Queen Kate tightened her cloak on her shoulders and looked at the unprecedented spectacle below, with a smile of relief on her face. Her efforts were not in vain, at least on the surface. Her eyes fell in the direction of the palace, and inside, her father was leading the soldiers of the Qin family to investigate the pillar of light just now. The moment Empress Kate saw the pillar of light, she thought that someone might sneak into the tomb of Robert the Great with a fake one and try to open the door that had been sealed for nearly a thousand years.

In the shortest possible time, many images flashed through Queen Kate's mind. She left the search for the key to LaBel, and he told herself last night that the key was most likely in the hands of Fitley, and that it could have been that Fitley had sent someone to infiltrate the palace and enter the tomb? In addition to Fitle, the biggest suspect is the cunning eunuch LaBel. However, Queen Kate still decided to believe him once, because there were still many things for him to do after the sacrifice ceremony.

When Empress Kate thought that the anniversary of her independence would soon be over, a sense of excitement rose in her heart, as if she had seen her son sitting on the iron throne, a symbol of supreme power, and she herself sat beside him, holding his head high, and accepting the bows of the Manchu ministers as a matter of course. Queen Kate straightened her slender waist, and her eyes fell on the people who were constantly rushing towards the thousand steps in the square, and a strange smile appeared on her face.

As the last note of the chant dissipates in the empty church, the sacrifice finally comes to an end. The prince felt deep tiredness, slowly moved off the red lotus, and looked down at his little brother, fortunately there was no bloodshed. He let out a sigh of relief, stretched out as much as he could, and lay on his back on the red carpet of the hall of St. Peter's Church, staring at the high circular dome and the intricate and beautiful frescoes engraved on it.

Honglian sat up from the red carpet, cleaned up her body that was messed up by the prince just now, got dressed, and pushed the prince beside her, "Your Highness, the sacrifice is over, we should go out." Then he stood up and cleaned up what had flowed out of the two people on the ground, "Hurry up, Your Highness, or His Majesty the Pope will sing it again for the fifth time!"

When the prince heard this, he sat up suddenly, and hurriedly arranged his clothes, and at this time, the last thing he wanted to hear was the hymn. Seeing this, Honglian couldn't help but laugh out loud. The prince realized that Honglian was teasing herself, so he rushed behind her and grabbed her plump ass. "Your Highness, don't make trouble, let's get out quickly!" Honglian straightened the prince's clothes and led him to the door of the church. At this time, the prince suddenly asked, "Sister Honglian, can I still see you in the future?"

"Of course, I won't run!"

The crown prince nodded, "From now on, you must often come to the palace to tell me the Ister Quran!"

"Little villain!"

Honglian twisted it on the prince's face, knowing that this person is a little ghost, the prince let himself enter the palace definitely not to listen to himself talk about the classic teachings of the sisterhood, but to do that kind of thing. But she didn't get angry about it, after all, it was done in the Imperial Clan Temple and St. Peter's Church, where else could it not be? Honglian took a deep breath, took the prince's hand, and walked to the door of the church. I only heard a heavy shrill sound slowly spreading through the church, and a cool breeze blew away the stuffy seriousness of the church!

Pope St. Martin Carroll Ramon took a slow breath, and the Cardinal Archbishop Mings Vilok Hyère, who was beside him, hurriedly stepped forward to support him. "Your Majesty, are you alright?" Pope St. Martin waved his hand slightly, signaling his old friend who had followed him for more than fifty years not to worry, he was fine, but it was the first time he had sung the hymn so many times, and it was really a little unbearable. Cardinal Yael nodded, but did not let go of the hand holding the Pope, once upon a time, the two of them supported each other through the vicissitudes of the empire.

"Old man, what do you think of that pillar of light?"

Mins Willow Yael glanced at the Pope beside him with a little surprise, usually the two of them would call each other so intimately in private. Yael pondered for a moment, lowered his voice and said, "Anyone can see that this is not a St. Peter's apparition. ”

The Pope was well aware of the temperament of his most powerful assistant and closest friend, and although he wore a red robe of power and learning, and was St. Peter's spokesman in the world, he was an atheist in his heart. But even this would not affect Yael's love for the most miserable poor people in the whole empire, and even if he said such disrespectful words to St. Peter, Pope St. Martin did not mind in the slightest.

"Someone must have broken into the tomb of Emperor Robert the Great and tried to open that bronze door!"

The Pope knew this, but he did not have the broad vision of Yael, because from the moment he put on the cross, which symbolized the devout believers of St. Peter, he had given himself to St. Peter with his whole body and mind. St. Martin nodded in agreement, and could not escape from the confusion of what was happening: why had someone broken into the tomb at this time? Was this a coincidence, or was it really St. Peter's arrangement in the dark?

St. Martin closed his eyes slightly, drew a cross slowly but solemnly on his chest, bowed his head and kissed the ring on his hand, and muttered a prayer.

After a while, the silence was pierced by the sound of the doors of St. Peter's Church opening, and to the inscription of the Holy Bell, the prince and the priestess walked out. The crown prince's face showed a look of exhaustion, and Pope St. Martin exchanged glances with Ali Sequoia when he saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward and took two steps. The Dauphin and the Pope meet under the statue of St. Peter. The prince knelt on one knee, and Pope St. Martin simply recited a prayer, and sprinkled holy water on the crown prince's head and shoulders that had been prepared for a long time.

"St. Peter's blessing to you, Your Highness!"

The prince said a few words as Red Lotus had taught him, and then Pope St. Martin, the archbishops, and the sisters gave way to the red carpet in the middle, and Red Lotus helped the prince slowly down the thousand steps along the red carpet. Thousands of people had gathered under the steps, and many more had gathered from all sides of the square, wanting to see for themselves the future heir to the empire who had won the favor of St. Peter. People cheered, but no one dared to climb a thousand steps.

“…… The prince has walked out of St. Peter's Basilica, followed by his priestess, look, the prince is waving to everyone, oh maiga, the prince is smiling at my camera, dear viewers, grass, Andrew, kicked the reporter of the "Morning News" to death, he is stealing our camera again, I'm tired, hurry up, Andrew, keep up, where the hell are you shooting, I'm here, who is that woman? What are you filming her? Huh? The woman in the trench coat is ......."