Before officially entering the city of Rome to be crowned, Randy used the plague event to raise his reputation once again, and won several very good titles.

One of them: "Soldier Supporter" You have the wholehearted support of the soldiers under your command, they are willing to die for you, willing to live and die with you, what kind of means did you use to buy the hearts of the army? The big-headed soldier who deceived these gauze garbage? +3 prestige, +3 morale,

The second of them: "God's favored mortals", you once again brazenly deceived the feelings of the onlookers, and brazenly declared that it was a miracle, I think only you know what is going on. Prestige +3, Popular Support +3, Piety +3, Involvement +3,

In the previous war with Eastern Rome, although the Norman army was at a disadvantage in the end, because the Eastern Roman army finally took the initiative to stop the pursuit and withdraw from the battlefield, the final judgment given by the system was that the two sides were tied, and the outcome was undecided, which made Randy pick up a bargain, and did not make Randy's dominance lower as expected, in fact, because of the wonderful performance of the last rainy night raid, Randy's attributes were improved.

"Outstanding Cavalry General": Those who have led the cavalry to obtain the best fighter plane, the commander of the cavalry +3,

"Bloody Battle": Domination +1, Morale +3,

Night Raid: Domination +1, Night Battle +1,

In this way, Randy's various indices have risen again, from the level of quasi-first-class celebrities to first-class celebrities, and he is truly a legend.

Especially prestige, after the two attributes of soldier support and God's favor, Randy's prestige was the first to reach full value, a total of twenty points of prestige, with the name of Messiah in the new millennium, the conditions for Randy to become emperor were finally ripe, and the expression of piety of faith also reached sixteen points, which can be called the saint level.

"It's finally time to get out! Forty-five thousand curly flowers are not wronged. Seeing the Enides system prompt, the twenty points of prestige you have capped, Randy sighed and said to himself in his heart.

That's right! Forty-five thousand scrolls, a seven-day healing fountain exchanged from Enides.

Randy leads the soldier to dig well water, which is why the soldier can truly heal.

"Speaking of which, you are really good at acting, do you think that people all over the world have been deceived by you?" Aurora's sarcasm mixed with a little appreciation makes her way to Randy's room.

"How is it possible, if it is just deception, it is absolutely impossible to reach this point, even if it is a good actor, there will always be a day when someone will be exposed."

"Oh? It's really not like you can say it, so how did you succeed? ”

"Of course, it depends on true feelings, at least half of them."

Aurora snorted lightly, not knowing what to mean, and then said, "Don't say much, there are still a lot of things waiting for me to deal with, when will you come back?" This is what you have never seen in Europe, in the East, leave such a big country behind for so long. ”

Randy chuckled twice: "Anyway, there is such a smart and capable sister in the family, what am I afraid of?" ”

"Humph! Those sweet words are told to other women, and I won't eat you. ”

On October 3, 1103, the Norman army of 100,000 troops entered the outskirts of Rome, and was allowed by the Pope to parade in front of the Papal Chamber.

This time is different from the last time, the Seventeen-Nation Alliance will meet under the city of Rome, everyone bargained for a long time, and finally allowed some elite troops to enter Rome, although the second battle of Budapest was undefeated and undefeated, but in the propaganda of the Papal States, it was the Norman warriors led by Randy, who successfully, thoroughly, and ruthlessly taught the group of Eastern Roman heretics a lesson, making them cry bitterly and wail all over the field, and finally had to give up the Kingdom of Hungary that had been in their hands, and cede land and pay reparations.

Once again, Christendom will continue its victory, and this victory will be brought about by the Pope himself, who has been personally chosen by the Pope to represent Christendom's highest achievement, the youngest and greatest ruler of Christendom, Randy von Hoffmann, yesterday's Norman king, today's Norman emperor.

Just like a young man who has achieved great things and shows off in front of his elders, Randy uses a tone that pretends to be modest, but in fact is proudly asking for comments, but in fact he just wants people to say good things, and introduces the elite soldiers and fierce generals under his command to the Pope's Holy Seat standing on his right hand one by one, so that this old pope who is very deep in the city understands his power and understands the power of the Norman kingdom.

"This is the Royal Knight! This is heavy cavalry! This is hoplite! This is a longbowman! This is light assault infantry! This is hoplite assault infantry! ”

Randy continued to point to the soldiers walking through the Papal Chamber, dressed in fully armed, new armor, and fresh and shiny new overalls from Italy.

They walked in a neat stride, holding bright and swaying hands, and it seemed that they were not at all used for military parades or ceremonies, but weapons used to kill.

As the army moved more and more, Pope Innocent III seemed a little overwhelmed, and I don't know if it was because he was shocked by the slaughter of these soldiers, or because he had stood for too long, and his legs were a little insufficient, in short, the spiritual leader of Christendom began to sweat on his forehead, his hands trembled slightly involuntarily, and his body swayed as if he was going to fall down at any time, but Randy didn't understand the Pope's mind at all, or deliberately ignored it, or because he was too excited, so he ignored it, in short, Randy still pointed at the troops in gusto.

"These are conscripts from Scandinavia, these are conscripts from the British Isles, these are warriors from the Scottish Highlands, and these are the Franks......"

It seemed as if the army would never run out, and the aging papal see, apparently not wanting to be inferior to a secular king who was not yet twenty years old, was still holding on, and using his eyes to stop several bishops of the Papal States who wanted to come up and admonish.

Eventually, when the parade was over, the Pope felt that his legs were completely numb and he could barely walk, which also left a very deep impression on him......

The Norman King Randy is an extremely arrogant king!

There is also the army of the Norman kingdom, and there are more masters than the stars in the sky.

Tracking an exciting moment begins!

The Pope, supported by the two cardinals, walked into the Papal Chamber, where the bishops of the Papal States, who had been waiting impatiently, as well as the Norman military, as well as the emissaries from other kingdoms, and the emissaries from the various vassal states of the Holy Roman Empire, were the most indignant and at the same time the most excluded, after all, at the beginning of the battle of Budapest, the Holy Roman Empire did not make any efforts.

And their previous failures can also be useless, people will not notice how much human and material resources the Holy Roman Empire and the Eastern Roman Empire are at war, they will only notice that the Holy Roman Empire has failed, while the Norman Kingdom, France, and Italy have succeeded, this is the gap.

In spite of the sullenness, in spite of the shouting:

"It's ridiculous!"

"This is the most unforgivable betrayal!"

"It's a farce!"

But this is nothing more than the wail of the loser, as the best embellishment of the winner.

Bitterness! Anger! Jealous! Vicious invective and sarcasm! How can a successful person not suffer such treatment? Or that only successful people can enjoy this kind of treatment.

Randy thought so, and with a confident smile, glanced at his most trusted spy leader, Norman Director of Intelligence, Nemulis, who was hiding in the crowd, and after receiving the latter's subtle nod, he no longer had any worries, and strode towards the Pope, who was also dressed in ornate robes, and the priest who held a second crown still made of fine iron.

At this moment, Randy is wearing a pure black post-life military uniform with gold trim, with epaulettes on his shoulders, and a knight's medal with a purple ribbon on his chest, engraved with Norman characters:

Dedicated to the Guardian of Christ, the most powerful knight in the world!

Randy wears two rings on his right hand, one of which is a heraldic ring of solid gold, which is worn on the index finger.

The other is a diamond-encrusted wedding ring worn on the ring finger.

This little decoration made Randy's whole person look a little noble, and at the same time, after a few hours of grooming, Randy looked radiant and unusually energetic, and behind him the two priests dragged the hem of his deliberately changed big red cloak so that it would not fall to the ground.

Behind Randy a total of a hundred heavily armed knights in heavy plate armor followed Randy in two rows, without even taking off their helmets.

The young, handsome, and confident smile of the would-be won the admiration of most people after his appearance, and even the Holy Roman Empire envoy, who was extremely annoyed, had to admit:

"If you were to choose the most beautiful king of Christendom, it would be this guy."

Randy paused in front of the Pope and smiled at the spiritual leader of Christendom, both genuinely and pretendingly, and the Pope smiled tolerantly and kindly at him.

"Congratulations, my child, you must know that there are not many people who can receive such an honor, even if you go through all the history books."

"I'm deeply honored."

Randy took a deep breath and lowered his head, drew a cross on his chest, and knelt on one knee before Pope Innocent III.

Innocent III nodded and held the crown in his hand high: "With the authority bestowed upon me by the Father, as a follower of Jesus Christ and the successor of St. Peter, I hereby declare that I canonize Randy von Hoffmann as the unique Northern Emperor of Christenworld, rich in authority and territory, prestige and honor, all, everything, and everything. ”

After solemnly saying all this, Innocent III completely ignored the stunned crowd and slowly prepared to put the crown in his hand on Randy's head.

"Wait!"

Among the spectators, an envoy of the Holy Roman Empire finally couldn't stand it, because Randy's Emperor of the Northerners sounded much better than the Roman Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire. It's just too deceitful.

However, before this guy could speak, he had just spit out a syllable, and the Norman spy who had been staring at him for a long time by his side immediately moved his hand, covered his mouth, and quickly dragged the messenger and his entourage down, the spies' movements were extremely light, and they barely made any sound, and when the other guests looked at it curiously, they found that it was empty, and there was no one, and they couldn't help but wonder if they had heard it wrong.

The papal seat in the center of the papal hall waited for a moment, and no one said anything to stop him as he imagined, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, he was already ready to send someone to disrupt the coronation, so that the Norman emperor could not get off the stage, and then he acted as a peacemaker to help Randy speak, so that the new emperor would lose face and his face would be bright.

But none of this happened, what the hell is going on?

Stunned for a moment, Randy was a person who couldn't kneel, seeing the Pope looking around, he suddenly understood, the corners of his mouth cracked and a sarcastic smile appeared, and then he reminded in a voice that only two people could hear: "Holy See, what are you expecting?" ”

When the Holy See heard this, he immediately understood the current situation, and when he looked at the past, he found that there were many Normans in the Pope's Hall, and those who didn't know how to get in stared at the guests, as if they could know that something would happen at any time without guessing, they were all Norman spies.

Innocent III was suddenly choked with anger, and when he looked down at Randy again, he found that the Norman quasi-emperor was smiling, Innocent III had a preconceived idea, and immediately understood the emperor's smile as mockery, and there was an impulse at that time, wanting to smash the iron crown in his hand and let the little white-faced emperor open his head.

But in the end, the Pope chose forgiveness and placed the steel crown on Randy's head with both hands.

"Congratulations, my child!" The Pope stepped back, his hands on his hands, and Randy took advantage of the situation to his feet.

"Bless you too, Holy See!"

Both sides were very hypocritically smiling, hugging, saluting, laughing heartily, holding hands side by side, and of course, if you look closely, you will find that His Majesty Randy is standing a little bit in front of him, waving to the crowd below.

"Hooray! Long live the Norman Empire! Long live Randy von Hoffmann! ”

The crowd erupted in earth-shattering cheers, and in an instant it was like a spoonful of frying oil added to boiling water, and everyone seemed to be crazy, shouting desperately with all the strength of their bodies, almost tearing down the ceiling of the Papal Room.

"Normans, we have fought for nearly four years, from the ice and snow to the vast grasslands, and finally we have succeeded, and we have created a new empire, one of the most powerful empires in Europa!"

Randy was equally extremely excited, four full years, almost four years after the resurrection.

It all paid off, and now that he had finally come to this point, above all the people, and the eternal glory enveloped him, Randy was completely intoxicated with great joy and couldn't stop laughing.

"Long live Your Majesty Randy! Ruler of Europa! ”

"Nope! It's Europa! Ruler of Asia, Africa, the whole world, ruler of the whole world, the greatest emperor of the earth! ”

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

(End of chapter)