The sound of the mountains roaring and the tsunami's neat shouts.

Thousands of believers burned with pale fanaticism in their eyes, raised their hands and shouted the same name in unison:

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent! ”

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent! ”

"Roland! Yves Saint Laurent!! ”

As if it was about to crack the earthquake, as if it was going to shatter the sky—

The buildings shook slightly to the sound of shouts, loud enough to make the hearts of those who approached tremble.

Everyone's voices were drowned out in the roar of thunder that swept through everything, and they couldn't hear their own voices even if they tried to shout.

Their faces flushed with excitement, their whole bodies trembled with excitement, their heads were extremely hot, and a drunken and violent swelling sensation slid up their spines and down the back of their heads.

Everything in front of them seemed to be gradually blurring, and their eyes slowly narrowed, only Roland's figure was locked in the center of their vision, extremely clear.

When the archbishop tried to sacrifice himself to kill Roland, the people exclaimed in a hurry; When Roland stabbed the bishop to death with his sword, the people cheered loudly with excitement. When Roland deprived the bishop of his divine grace, the enthusiasm of the people rose to its highest point.

Only the Pope and the gods can deprive believers of their divine graces. After Roland's move, his identity was beyond doubt.

People chanted excitedly, raising their hands in praise of Roland. As for what they were going to do in the first place, or what they wanted, it didn't matter at all.

Follow the call of the collective, follow the pace of the collective. They just followed the people around them, and everything went on in a chaotic and orderly manner.

It can be said that he was following Roland at this time. Not thousands of believers, but a collective—a group of pure fanatics.

No one will doubt it. Even the most elite knights will stop charging in front of these fanatics.

That unwarranted trust, which endorses all the fallacies of the world, is powerful enough to burst out with the greatest power. Death could not stop them, even if there were legions several times or even dozens of times their size in front of them, they would never back down.

At this moment. Roland's scorching personal will had burned deep into their brains.

Never question. Never back down. Never fail.

With this belief, even if they have not undergone any systematic training, under the command of Roland, they can still become elite soldiers who are enough to tear everything apart.

Just as the fanatics approached like a tsunami, calling the same name in unison, Roland stopped in front of the door of the Dome Cathedral and raised his right hand without looking back.

As if it were a marching honor guard, the fanatics who followed Roland stopped and shouted neatly.

One second it was like a tsunami moving unstoppably, and the next second it was completely silent. Not even a single murmur.

This change from polar movement to extreme stillness is enough to produce the strongest visual impact.

It was as if a waterfall had hovered in the air, or a huge wave that had risen high had subsided in an instant, without even a ripple.

The cardinals, who watched this scene from the windows of the domed cathedral, turned pale and completely bloodless.

Their hearts were beating violently, and the sound of the beating was audible even with their ears. His fists clenched unconsciously, and he didn't feel it when his nails were completely pierced into the flesh.

He ...... It's ......"

Orceth's voice trembled, and he couldn't even speak the whole sentence.

Kasaka's face was gloomy and he breathed heavily. The other cardinals had different expressions. But it's also roughly the same.

The enemy is beyond imagination.

The foreigner from the countryside usurped the will of the whole city. Although the lambs are theoretically powerless to have any influence on the final outcome, that is only theoretical.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they have gone completely insane. The actions of a madman are completely unpredictable.

What if they did attack the Dome Cathedral? What if they forcibly put that hillbilly on the pope?

The Pope's precepts can deprive any believer of his charism. Even the Cardinals were only a dozen mortals in front of Roland. And the prestige they usually accumulate and the connections they manage are not worth mentioning at all compared to the sea of fanatical believers at this time.

No matter what it is. They are all at an absolute disadvantage.

There are even a few cardinals who are considering whether they will be able to retain their position after switching to the new pope.

After seeing the mad believers, they were convinced that the new pope had some kind of ability to tamper with the will of others. That being the case, the support they have won by all means is just a joke. The will of those partners could turn in favor of the new pope at any moment.

"Again, the same as Jupiter IV...... Are they really the only ones who can become popes......"

Kasaka said hatefully.

However. Cardinal Guderian was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

"That's not right! Everybody. Wrong! ”

He shouted, drawing the attention of the other cardinals: "Our new pope is indeed very strong. But we are not without a chance of winning! ”

“…… What are you still delusional? ”

Kasaka's voice was hoarse: "Open your eyes and look at the outside world - look at the people who support the new pope." Count their numbers and talk about your delusions. ”

"Kasaka, my brother, I'm not kidding."

However, Guderian had a serious face, he walked over excitedly, and pressed Cassaka's shoulders with both hands: "That Suzer overlooked one thing! Something he would never have expected! ”

As he turned his gaze to Cyra, the cardinals around him looked suddenly realized.

"That's right! We still have our dear warriors! The one who dares to argue with the Pope, the man of pure justice - Cardinal Cyra! ”

Guderian cried out in an operatic voice: "We still have our dear brothers! No one can question the sanctity of Cyra! He is noble, resolute and wise! He's the leader Tyre has given us! Patriarch for all ages! ”

"That's right! We are not denying the legitimacy of the new pope! We just admit that Cyra has the same level of authority as the Pope! An authority personally recognized by His Majesty Tyre! ”

One by one, the cardinal's eyes became firm.

That's it...... This is the last resort.

If that hillbilly is in charge of all this, he'll ruin it all! He doesn't understand anything, he doesn't know anything!

Whether it was some unspeakable rule in the Holy City, or some iron law of conformism, he didn't know anything! That young man named Roland is sure to mess everything up!

And Cyra is different. Cyra is their brother, and he was pushed to this supreme position by their own hands! If the new pope wanted to do something against them, Cyra would have stopped him—

However, Cyra only smiled mildly, acquiescing to the honor. (To be continued.) )