The bell rang melodiously, and after seven rings, everyone in the conference room was a little dazed at first.

Archbishop Eugene reacted first, and his face changed drastically. Then the others seemed to remember something, and they all stood up a little uncertainly, and all looked at Archbishop Eugene with a dozen pairs of eyes, expecting that Archbishop would disprove their conjecture.

But Archbishop Eugene didn't care about the dozen or so of them, but instead had all his beard, as if he was already on the verge of rage, and said to Old Terry with a serious expression.

"Archon Terry, what do you want to do? The alarm bell has not been rung for three hundred prayer years, and there is still room for negotiation in the matter, and if you use the alarm bell, it will be irreparable, you have to think clearly. ”

At the end of the sentence, Archbishop Eugene let out a low cry that could not be suppressed.

In the face of Eugene's questioning and warning, Old Terry remained indifferent.

"Didn't you call me over today just to make me bow my head in the Hall of Punishment and hand over Os? Eugene, if you put Philip of the Papal Hall in the situation of Os, will you willingly hand over Philip over? Agato, two thousand cavalry are coming out to coerce me? and the Criminal Hall, you want to punish severely, are you qualified?"

"Smack"

Old Terry pulled a palm-sized badge from his bosom and threw it on the table.

"It's not that I look down on you, the Holy Punishment ordered me to be placed here, who of you here dares to catch you? You, you, or you? His Majesty the Emperor and His Majesty the Pope are still about the same. ”

Old Terry left his seat and walked to the door of the conference room, and as he passed by Duke Agato's side, Old Terry glanced at him and said disdainfully.

"Just because you can look down on the Holy Punishment Hall? Three hundred years ago, the alarm bell was also ringed by me, you didn't see it at that time, today, you can feel it well. Hehe, two thousand cavalry, you must not retreat, if you retreat, I will look down on you and the Weiting family. ”

"Conson Terry, please think twice, would you put away the Holy Punishment Order first? It's not good for anyone if things get bigger. Wait a minute, I'll go and ask the Pope, what do you think?" Archbishop Eugene never looked at the Holy Punishment Decree that Old Terry threw on the table, but said to Old Terry in a soothing tone.

Archbishop Eugene didn't dare to touch the Holy Punishment Order that Old Terry had dropped, he understood the meaning, this was the Holy Punishment Hall's declaration of war to the outside world, and whoever took it had to be prepared to meet the wrath of the entire Holy Punishment Hall.

"Eugene, the alarm bell has sounded, it means that the cavalry of the Wettin family has besieged Mount Cyril, what is the use of you going to ask His Majesty the Pope now. I've been very restrained, otherwise what you hear is the alarm bell ringing, and then our Holy Punishment Hall will be the old witch and Xiaoqing. The consequences of the choices made by Duke Agato will also be borne by himself. ”

At this point, Old Terry didn't say anything more, and walked out of the conference room, leaving behind a dozen people who were at a loss.

Duke Agato was originally victorious, and the family's private soldiers pointed directly at Cyril Mountain, forcing the Holy Punishment Hall to abandon the pawn to protect the car, and then imprison a candidate for the Saints of Light, the family's prestige will definitely reach its peak, and he himself will be favored by the Pope.

Things were going well, but after the alarm bell rang, Archbishop Eugene's unusual behavior made him realize that things were out of his control.

"Archbishop Eugene, why should we be afraid of him as an old man who is about to die? Why should we be afraid of him in a holy punishment hall without any military support? Even if Second Master Qing is a god-level powerhouse, it is impossible for him to withstand the collective charge of two thousand cavalry. Duke Agato asked unwillingly.

A Holy Punishment Hall composed entirely of penance, even if it has a special status in the Holy Sect, but what can it be, there is the Pope's Hall standing behind him, standing the Pope, and most of the Holy Sect. This is an era where the winner is king and the loser is the villain, and it's just a big deal to change a group of people to be the consuls of the Holy Punishment Hall.

"If you had known about the eight ringing of the alarm bell three hundred prayer years ago, you wouldn't have asked that. It was he who single-handedly entered the residence of the Cardinal Knights and took the head of the head of the Knights at the time, Green. Afterwards, a reorganized division of the Cardinal Order laid siege to Mount Cyril, and then it was he who rang the alarm eight times. ”

Archbishop Eugene paused for a moment, glanced at Duke Agato, gave him a look of self-pity, and then continued.

"In the end, the three god-level powerhouses of the Holy Punishment Hall led the three thousand ascetics who had gathered, and directly defeated the full formation of cardinal knights. ”

"How is it possible, how is it possible. Duke Agato muttered to himself, the news shocking to him.

The head of the Cardinal Order was killed, a reorganized division was defeated, this kind of thing happened in the hinterland of the Holy Empire, in front of the eyes of the Pope, why did that old man still live so well?

"This matter was later classified as top secret, and only members of the Holy Church above the cardinal archbishop could know about it, and you can't blame you if you don't know. But now you must rush to Cyril Mountain and recall the knights of the family, hopefully before it's too late. ”

Archbishop Eugene glanced at the Holy Punishment Decree on the table, this matter is now only for the Pope to decide, and he does not dare to make a choice easily.

"Archbishop Eugene, are the Holy Religion and the Empire just watching the Hall of Punishment behave like this? Isn't this the Hall of Punishment above His Majesty the Pope?"

"Be careful!" exclaimed Archbishop Eugene, "this is the right of the Hall of Punishment given by the God of Light in the Creation Bible. ”

Perhaps he felt that he had not been able to explain it clearly, which caused Agato to be mistaken, and Archbishop Eugene had to explain again.

"His Holiness the Pope is supreme, there is no doubt about it. But when the Holy Punishment Hall is threatened with death, it has the right to call on believers to fight back. It was so three hundred years ago, and it is the same now, you shouldn't have sent troops out of your own hands. As for the more inside story of the 300 prayer years ago, I can't tell you, it's still top secret. ”

Duke Agato was about to say something more, but was interrupted by Archbishop Eugene with a direct wave of his hand.

"Duke Agato, don't say it again, now the most important thing for you is to recall the family knights, don't delay any longer, how much can be recalled, I also have to rush to meet His Majesty the Pope now, explain the situation, and ask His Majesty the Pope to mediate in person. ”

St. Caesar's City covers a huge area, and if you talk about the area alone, it is definitely the largest city in the mainland.

Therefore, there is not only one Vatican Basilica in the city, but also dozens of small churches of all kinds, and there are many churches around the city. If we expand the area a little more, to the whole of Vatican County, the number of churches should exceed 400.

When the alarm bell rings, for ordinary people, there will be questions, where is this bell. But for those ascetics who confessed year after year, day after day in a rudimentary stone house, it was no less than a thunderclap.

The ascetics put aside what they were doing, walked out of their dwellings, and began to converge on Mount Cyril.

On the road, if they encounter pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages, they will take the initiative to avoid them, and some people will even help the carts with too much weight to push a certain distance. When a devout believer saluted them, they would also stop and pray, and then praise the God of Light.

If you look down from the air, you can see that these ascetics are like small drops of water, pouring in from all directions, slowly rolling forward, slowly converging. First they converged into small streams, and then the small streams met again and merged, eventually forming several rushing rivers, surging.

The two thousand cavalry of the Wettin family were led by a paladin of the twentieth order, and his name was Thorman. Sauermann, an experienced leader, led his troops to the foot of Cyril Hill and set up his army in a classic Khachitonian defensive formation, then awaited further instructions from the Wettin family.

However, before the family order arrived, he waited for more than 4,000 ascetics dressed in white religious robes. As a paladin, he had a very keen sense, and he soon discovered that there were as many as sixteen saint-level powerhouses in the opposite team, more than a hundred sixth-level masters, and more than a thousand fifth-level high-level professionals.

In the face of such a lineup, even if it is the same number of elites of the three major knights, they dare not say that they will win. So Sollman immediately made a decision, which was to send a few personal guards cavalry to negotiate.

However, more than 4,000 penances just silently surrounded them, ignoring the words of Solman's personal guards.

In the end, they quietly formed a huge ancient Roman circle to besiege and attack in formation, without making any sound and without anyone commanding, showing a terrifying discipline and tacit cooperation.

Saulman's brows furrowed into a Sichuan word, which was originally just a simple siege mission, but now he encountered a larger number of counter-sieges against them, which made him a little dazed. Fortunately, it didn't take long for a griffin cavalry to bring him an order from the family council of elders to withdraw immediately!

Saulman held the retreat order signed by Duke Agato, the head of the family, and his mouth was full of bitterness, how could he retreat now in this situation?

"Commander, why don't we rush into battle and give it a try?" suggested the cavalry beside him.

Solman pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and ordered: "The whole regiment is ready, Kukaron is in formation, charge!"

Although the combat quality of the knights of the Wettin family family is not as good as that of the three major knights of the Holy Sect, it is almost the same as the regular army of the empire, and in two prayers, two thousand cavalry completed the transformation of the formation.

Initiated, advanced, accelerated, and the two thousand Witin family cavalry, like a long dragon, began to charge at the foot of the Cyril Hill against the besieged defensive circle of more than 4,000 penances.

The ascetics also reacted quickly, and when the Wettin family's cavalry began to change formation, their defensive circle began to shrink, and finally formed an infantry column of more than 2,000 people directly opposite the cavalry, and standing at the forefront were twelve saint-level powerhouses. Although they were all bare-handed, their momentum was stronger, their movements were uniform, and the energy of colorful forces erupted out.

The first collision between the two sides was evenly matched, with the cavalry occupying the superiority in armor and the penance taking more advantage over the stronger. With more than 200 people killed each, the battle entered a stalemate.

The ascetics began to infiltrate the cavalry without fear of death, and the cavalrymen were not to be outdone by condescendingly swinging their spears and stabbing them.

The turning point of the battle soon came.

Thorman, who was on a warhorse, was the first to spot the anomaly, as there were anomalous mana fluctuations in the air. He pierced the chest of an ascetic with his spear, and then shook the knight's spear in a dashing manner, shaking the body away. After solving this annoying penance, he looked up at the very end of the penance, and this sight made him feel cold for a moment.

At the end of the array of more than 2,000 ascetic infantry, there were four mages standing who were quickly carving the magic circle, the complex magic circle of human height was gorgeous and obscure, and Saulman could see at a glance that those four mages were actually his uncle was a magic sage of the nineteenth order or above!

Tholman watched in despair as the four circles formed, bloomed, and then strangled.

In the end, more than 1,000 cavalry regiments of the Weiting family were killed and wounded, and the remaining more than 900 cavalry surrendered.