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"Sing praises! Sing praises to the name of Tyre! ”

Roland's prayers rumbled like thunder in the sky. Dazzling golden light poured out from Roland's body, clinging to the surrounding buildings like flowing flames.

The golden ring in his left hand shone brightly. At this moment, no one can question the sacredness of Roland.

The people frantically called out the name of "Your Majesty", knelt on the ground in ecstasy and shouted praises of Tyre's miracles, and prostrate and kissed the ground that Roland walked on as if it were flowing with honey and milk.

And in the midst of the frenzied shouts and praises of the people, Baskerville, who had broken free from his madness, followed Roland step by step, his face calm and comfortable.

He was staring at Roland—no, to be precise, at something between himself and Roland.

If your perception is high enough, you can realize what is there.

At first glance, he even recognized it as a twilight thing, but as soon as he calmed down, Baskerville immediately recognized that it was actually a silhouette of the Sleeping Mentor.

The huge dusk figure was purer and greater than Tyre and Enzos. He is the source of the world and the holder of authority.

That's the Lord of the Crown—the King of the earth!

In the Baskerville's vision, everything in front of you is very different from that of ordinary people.

Roland's body shone with silver-white flames, and two spiral wings of light pierced out from behind Roland.

What Baskerville was watching was a looming behemoth looming behind Roland.

It was a clergy doll that seemed to be sewn from sand. It folded its hands. The prayer posture was sewn to the chest with threads, and the black robes that covered the calves flew wildly backwards under the howling of the storm. It forms an inverted triangle.

In the midst of the yellow sandstorm, the clergy puppet disappears and then reappears. Sand and dust flow through the air like a stream of water. Spiraling up and down, creating a storm like a barrier around Roland.

And on Roland's head, a crown looms, synchronized with the appearance of the dim yellow puppet behind him.

Attacked by the illusion, Baskerville even felt like he was moving against a strong wind. The yellow grains of sand hit his face, and although it didn't hurt, there was a real pressure to move forward.

However, Baskerville was rejoicing at this time.

His frenzied soul finally calmed down. The "truth" that swells up in my heart all the time has completely disappeared, and the whispers that have been ringing in my ears all the time have completely subsided. He could even feel his already distorted soul repairing at an extremely slow pace under the silvery-white halo.

Before death. Baskerville got the tranquility he had always dreamed of.

Although the Elder Sleep Mentor asked him to surrender his loyalty to Roland. But Baskerville knew that he would do it even if the mentor didn't say so.

Roland was the one who saved him from endless madness and hallucinations. He is the savior of the Baskervilles. Baskerville's heart was moved and pious at this time, even more than Enzos, who saved him from death.

Madness, or death? After thirty years of painful choices, Baskerville regained its peace. At that moment, Baskerville almost burst into tears.

There is no doubt that Roland is his Savior. If someone said that Roland was not the savior at this moment, Baskerville would not hesitate to rush up and choke his throat.

Therefore, the Baskervilles joined the kneeling believers in singing the praises of Tyre.

One street, two streets - the news of the new pope spread through Frankfurt even faster than the fastest plague. People rushed out of their houses and watched as the sky turned into a brilliant golden sky in the distance or not far away. I couldn't help but hide my face and weep.

They whimpered, howled loudly, fell to their knees and prayed in low voices. The believers drew a triangle in front of them with trembling hands, and then pressed their hands slowly and solemnly to their chests.

What pope elections. What saint kills - these things don't matter anymore at this point. The Holy City has regained its Pope, and the people have not yet realized the consequences of this event, and they have not yet revealed their ecstasy.

As Roland prayed and walked. Dark golden streaks remained on the ground. People kissed the ground reverently, then bowed to Roland, prayed to him, and used their cheeks to confirm the residual temperature on the dark golden ground. Subsequently. An inexplicable sense of peace and happiness filled their hearts.

Subsequently, more and more people followed Roland. Old men, men, women, and children followed Roland in a neat and orderly manner. It's like a spontaneous pilgrimage.

Not many people started out. But the crowd seemed to have some kind of suction, making more and more people gather together. This kind of silent, conventional collective action is contagious like the plague, and even people who are not religious subconsciously join the larger and larger ranks.

As the flow of people gathered into a sea, Roland's trajectory became an arrow, pointing to the direction of the domed cathedral very clearly.

Eventually, people inside the Dome Cathedral began to notice the crowd outside the church and immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. However, less than twenty minutes had passed since Roland's miracle, and the cardinals were scattered all over the cathedral, and it was difficult to gather them together.

"This is blasphemy! This is undoubtedly blasphemous! ”

When a white-clothed archbishop heard this, he slapped the table several times in anger, and even blew his gray beard: "It's only been three days since the ring salute began!" The final results are not yet out! Even if he is the Pope, he cannot interfere with the decisions of the Cardinals! The Pope has been deposed! ”

“…… But, my lord, now the whole of the Holy City knows that the Pope has returned. If we don't let him in, I'm worried about ......."

"Are you worried that the believers will riot? No kidding, we're the bishops! ”

The archbishop stood up abruptly, his face full of rage: "I'm going to stop him!" I'm going to stop that redneck - the Pope must not be held by an outsider! He doesn't know anything! He's going to ruin us! ”

"Wait, Archbishop......"

The clerk was halfway through his sentence when the archbishop ignored his outstretched hand and slapped the table and rushed out of the room.

At this point, the clerk's face was full of worry and confusion.

He was the first to discover Roland's existence.

He was just a small clerk who was embroiled in the war between the cardinals and the new pope.

If he is not careful, he will be crushed into slag in an instant.

He was now beginning to regret that it was the right choice to quietly let the new pope go straight to the Dome Cathedral?

"Don't be stupid......"

His face was pale, and he leaned against the wall and muttered, "What bishop, what archbishop...... Crazy people don't care about this at all......"

The clerk came from a small town. He had witnessed a terrible riot.

The number of people will increase courage, and it will increase the animality.

At this time, all the people of a city are gathered here, and with the young Pope, it is the power of a thousand people, and it is an invincible force.

They can destroy anything. They dare to destroy anything.

Whether it's morality, the law, or the flesh and blood of a mere bishop.

[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.) )