The atmosphere in Frankfurt today is particularly heavy.

The results of the first round of voting are already in. But, beyond what one might think, Cardinal Sila did not receive the required majority of votes to be elected Pope.

And not only that—Cyra didn't even have a vote.

Such a situation cannot help but make people despair.

The Cardinals' ability to do things, they have seen before. These Tyre believers wavered at the moment, and their only hope was for Cyra, who had been pressed into the dungeon for offending Jupiter IV and had not yet made a move.

Only Cyra had the possibility of saving them. Cyra is the only one with the last hope.

However, the situation in front of them can't help but despair.

The three cardinals who appeared in the first round of voting were not unfamiliar to them, on the contrary, they had grown up in the holy city of Frankfurt and had long known their faces and personalities.

"Buy and sell the priesthood! Blasphemer! You're going to hell! You liars! ”

A stout man, about two meters tall, with arms thicker than a normal person's thigh, roared in the crowd in an almost furious rage.

He roared loudly to the priest who announced the results of the first day's voting, and his roar could be heard even by anyone from a street away, like a raging lion. The people around the man covered their ears in horror and fled in all directions.

The thin priest was about to retort, but when he saw the man glaring at him, he shuddered violently.

But fortunately, the priest heard it clearly, this man insulted himself!

"Rider, knight!"

The priest looked around in a panic, retreating again and again, and shouting in a voice as sharp and hoarse as a castrated rooster: "Put him in prison!" This thief insults a priest! Knight! Get him! Fast! I suspect that he has tarnished the reputation of the Cardinals! Catch him! ”

Suddenly, some knights stepped forward. But another knight suddenly realized who this man was, and stopped suddenly.

But it was too late. The moment they saw the heavily armed Templars approaching this direction, the crowd was thrown into disarray. Exclamations, angry scolding, and calls for the names of others rang out one after another, some wanted to leave, some wanted to move forward, and suddenly the crowd was huddled.

The tall lion-like man was also a little at a loss. He was standing in the middle of the crowd. Looking at the chaotic crowd, he frowned and tried to say something several times, but in the end he pressed back.

What really set off the terrifying chaos was a crossbow bolt that shot from the side.

An ice-made crossbow bolt that shimmered with scarlet light suddenly shot out of the crowd, from the side and back into the priest's lungs, stabbing diagonally upwards from the collarbone.

The timid and mean priest did not die because of this. Because of the forward impact, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground, his right hand scratching the crossbow arrow that exuded cold air, trying to pull it out but didn't dare.

"Tyre...... May ......"

The priest opened his mouth. Trying to say something, he pressed his right hand on his chest, and the magic aura flickered slightly.

But just as his magic was about to strike, dark red negative energy flames suddenly poured out of his body, completely engulfing him.

The next moment, the dark red fire ball suddenly contracted inward, and then detonated in an instant!

The priest's body burst open in an instant. The scraps of flesh and bone exploded in all directions, sending a shallow pit into the Templar armor. Ordinary people who were not wearing armor were embedded in their faces by the shards of bones burning with dark red embers. Wailing to take it off, he lost his strength before he could do so. Fell to the ground weakly, losing its life.

The tall man finally couldn't bear the chaos in front of him. He took a deep breath, trying to command the chaotic crowd. But just then, a sharp dagger stabbed in from behind him, interrupting his unspoken roar.

As soon as the short sword pierced into the general, it was jammed by his suddenly tightened muscles. If he were an ordinary assassin, he would probably have to abandon his weapon and retreat into the shadows now.

But. The Assassin who appeared behind the man had no idea of being an Assassin. He laughed wildly, leaping with joy like a child, and cried out in an exaggerated voice: "Jo-Hanny! The Immortal Covenant - Hanny! You're my childhood idol! ”

The next moment, a golden glow flashed on the assassin's hand. The blade of the sword instantly became sharp, piercing through the middle-aged man's body without hindrance. Pierced out of the lower abdomen. Then the Assassin laughed and fled.

That's magic. It is a divine technique that can only be used by the gods of the realm that possesses the [sword], and it is called the Sharp Technique.

Johnny could tell who the owner of the sword was just by the color of the blade peeking out of front of him.

The pale gold color was somewhat similar to the color of Tyre's flame, but in reality, it was not the gold of the sun, but the gold of the coin.

"Pull—"

Even as Johnny's roar rolled in his throat, dragging out a long, warcry-like trill, the assassin was undaunted.

He even took the initiative to appear in front of Johnny's eyes. Scratching his nose, he raised his right hand and greeted him with great interest: "Good morning!" The first time I've seen you! The Immortal Covenant - Hanny! I wonder if you're going to be like you just like you just did and shout 'I'm Jo-Hanny!' ’”

Johnny, however, ignored him.

His face was heavy, and his face was full of anger: "Are you finally shameless! Ready to get your hands dirty? Ra's believers! You're in league with the cultists—are you planning to declare war on Tyre! ”

"No, no, no, no, no, how can we declare war like His Majesty Tyre. We are righteous knights who believe in Tai-Yang! ”

Mimicking Johnny's roar, the man, with his eyes twinkling and nervous, opened his arms and turned his back to Johnny in a sun-hugging pose.

Johnny was not polite when he saw this, and with a wrong step, he actually made a direct charge. He had just raised his fist to slam it on the back of the clown-like neurotic head.

But at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back, and Johnny couldn't help but stop the pace of the charge.

His expression was heavy.

As soon as he rushed out, he felt a terrible crunch in his back.

Johnny could feel that the guy had wrenched one of his kidneys the moment the dagger pierced him. But he didn't expect that he had stuck his sword in his spine.

“…… What exactly do you want to do? ”

Johnny frowned tightly.

If he was twenty years ago, he would have rushed straight forward without regard to it at this moment. But now that he has a wife and a daughter, he's no longer the knight who can show up for Tyre at will.

"Yikes! You're well spoken! What do I want to do...... I don't even know it myself! Just have fun! ”

The man who seemed to be a believer, but was almost completely crazy, gave Johnny a thumbs up, laughed, and held out his hand to him, "Let's play a game of—"

Johnny watched as the rich golden flame coalesced in the madman's palm, and his pupils contracted violently.

The premonition of death struck instantly. (To be continued.) )