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A scorching glow overflowed. Feverish prayers and praises scorched the air and almost vaporized the earth with mist.

After the archbishop angrily pushed open the door of the temple, he was stunned by what he saw.

Just like Jupiter IV on tour.

No, it's even more spectacular than that.

Because it is not only the men who take part in the procession, but also the elderly, children and women are allowed to bow down on the path of the Pope. All human beings are now equal. Because they are now living as a believer, not as a young child, or as a woman, or as an old man.

Thousands of people knelt down at the same time. The people of the city bow down to one at the same time.

Each of them has its own status, each has its own identity. But at this moment, the pale fire of fanaticism burned in their eyes, as if their spirits had been manipulated, and they frantically worshiped the silver-haired young man who walked in the front.

Silver-haired - he's even silver-haired!

The devil knows if he's a Suze or a bastard from somewhere!

The archbishop's sanity completely collapsed. He was almost on his knees and cried out - Your Majesty, are you blind! Why can a foreigner be your pope? Why was he able to use Tyre's magic?

Are we abandoned? Could it be that all the bishops are not even comparable to a mongrel of Suze, a lower race of a heretical nation without the blood of the gods in it? Shouldn't the Banza people be the noblest race?

Ah, yes. Yes! It must have been through Tyre's Ring that he was able to reveal such a fire, and his light was fake. His power ring was stolen! He's just a liar trying to trick him in the name of Tyre!

Fury rushed down his spine to his brain in one go, scarlet fury spiraling upward. Shatter his sanity.

The archbishop took a deep breath and roared in the loudest voice of his life:

"Heresy! Swindler! Blasphemer—"

His roar was so hard that even his whole body trembled from overexertion. His fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, and his arms trembling violently.

His roar finally quieted the prayers of the foolish people who followed Roland. But the seventy-year-old bishop was not satisfied.

He inhaled deeply again, his beard flamboyant like an enraged lion.

"Take off your stolen power ring! You have no idea what you've done! Get down on your knees and pray to Tyre, you blasphemous Suze! ”

The old bishop did his best, glaring at Roland with his eyes vigorous, and roared: "You are not worthy to rule Frankfurt!" ”

After shouting this, he only felt a gold star in front of his eyes.

The violent lack of oxygen caused him to cough violently. A sharp sensation of vertigo that quickly cleared through his brain made the archbishop completely incapable of speaking.

"Are you done?"

But at this moment, an extremely calm and gentle voice sounded in the sky. It was in stark contrast to the old bishop's hysterical roar, which could only be heard with a slight amount of anger.

As the voice rang out, the old bishop only felt the air around him become drier and colder. He accidentally inhaled a large mouthful of such cold air, and he couldn't stop coughing for a while.

However, his roar was heard by the cardinals in the temple.

Behind him, a series of hurried footsteps began to sound, but the old bishop only felt his mind begin to dizzy, and his throat and lungs ached.

"I ...... cough cough cough ...... You're ...... Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem, ......"

"If you question me. Question the authority of my prophet and Savior, and I will say that you are guilty! ”

Roland's gentle and authoritative voice rang out in the sky, easily overshadowing the old bishop's voice: "Because my name is Roland." I am the embodiment of the sun, I am the tongue of Tyre! Thus I say so, and ye believe so. For I will never speak unrighteous words from my mouth, and I will wear the robe of mercy and the crown of righteousness - for I too am the embodiment of righteousness! I am the Righteousness! I am the sun! ”

"You...... cough cough cough ......"

With Roland's righteous words. The old bishop was almost speechless.

However, a cold wind that was colder than the winds of hell poured directly into his mouth and nose. He couldn't breathe at all. The extremely dry, dusty, airborne air made him cough and couldn't even breathe. There was a snowflake in front of me, and the ends of my hands and feet began to tingle.

"O people! Clap your hands and cry out to me in a voice of triumph! For I am righteousness! ”

As soon as Roland's words fell, the thousands of people behind him clapped their hands excitedly, and the ecstatic applause of the mountain and tsunami completely drowned out the old bishop's coughing.

"Praise be to justice!"

People shouted at the same time.

"The sun rises, and there is a shout; Thiel rises, and horns send. O people! Clap your hands and sing my praises! Because I am the sun! ”

As Roland prayed, the sound of the trumpet sounded from the sky.

Spirit-knights in silver armor flew through the air with horns. When the people saw this real miracle, they were even more excited.

"Praise the sun!"

So the people clapped their hands in unison, praised the sun, and sang praises aloud.

"The ungodly will suffer in the night. and the sun shall sink down upon them, and the day shall be darkened. ”

"Praise Tyre! Call my name under the sun! I give you this right, because all beings are equal under this sun—"

"Cry out! Call out my name. Cry out. ”

The louder and louder voices turned into huge waves, causing a tsunami that destroyed everything.

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent—"

At this moment, the Holy Spirit Knight with the horn suddenly shouted in the air.

The people's heads were so hot that they were almost boiling, and they were completely unaware of what Roland had said and who the knight was, so they shouted at the top of their voices: "Roland! Yves Saint Laurent! ”

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent! ”

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent! ”

The sound of the mountain and tsunami made the archbishop's face pale as paper, but his eyes were blood-red.

A deep killing intent overwhelmed him.

There will be no forgiveness -

Such a distortion of Tyre's teachings, such a usurpation of Tyre's faith - such an act will not be condoned!

Yet thinking so, the old bishop fell to his knees in obedience and trembling, and fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the fanatical people behind Roland became even more fanatical, and they almost went completely crazy, screaming and repeating the last sentence.

The cardinals looked out with pale faces, just as the people on a desert island looked at the coming tsunami.

As Roland's first steps stepped onto the Dome Cathedral, the icon of Tyre on the top floor quickly lost its light and dimmed.

Instead, a silvery-white shimmer replaced the rainbow light that pierced the sky, slowly crawling towards the sky.

However, the moment Roland raised his head, the archbishop, who was kneeling on the ground, pounced like a wild dog!

The flames burned more and more intensely on his body, his eyes bloodshot, and he opened his arms to grab Roland.

It was the flame that he had turned into life. If it explodes, it will be enough to flatten tens of meters of ground around it.

He pounced on him as he roared the last words of his life in a trembling and hoarse voice:

"Accept the sanctions! Heresy—"

However, a long sword burning with a flame pierced his body directly, and his internal organs quickly froze and then shattered, burning to slag in the blazing flame.

Until he died, the explosion he had hoped for never came.

The shining power ring directly stripped him of his divine grace, leaving nothing behind.

Roland stood in front of Tyre's last temple with his sword aloft, shouting, "You have no right to sanction me!" ”

"- I am the righteous!"

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )