Lord of Glory - Chapter 278

[Chapter two hundred and seventy-eight worship]

The new army of the Holy See, the Legion of Immortals, descended from the sky, leveled the Engelland Empire, and captured the matter of His Majesty the Emperor alive. . In just half a month, COM has spread rapidly throughout the Orosen Continent. Everyone thought that it was His Majesty the Emperor’s attempt to attack the Holy City with the army of the Empire, which caused the new Pope Urban II to be furious and reveal his trump card.

A powerful army that can fly, this is the ultimate army that has powerful mobility. You don’t need to care about the terrain and various conventional tactical ambushes. Instead, you can refer to the ultimate army! After receiving such a fact, more than a dozen countries in the human kingdom, apart from not believing it, are completely terrified and afraid.

If such a corps can conquer the most powerful imperial capital in a grand manner, then in the whole world, even barbarians with a talent for fighting, orcs known for their stamina and ferocity, and strange Murams, are all skilled in magic and combat. An outstanding elves, facing such a legion, can only end up helpless. Therefore, without exception, when the Emperor of the Empire issued a collective interview to all the kings and grand dukes in his own name to meet the new Pope Urban II, there was not even the slightest sound of resistance. All acquiesced.

And three months later, is the spring of the second year. All the kingdoms in the entire continent, except for the newly born kingdom, King Kaleich of the Camelot Dynasty, who received the letter, all the kings and monarchs, all came to the holy city of Kasiri, which most of them had never been to. Before they came, they heard that the evil night owl would have attacked here, and everyone thought they would see a piece of wreckage and desolation.

But unexpectedly, what appeared in front of us was a scene of prosperity. Several guards stood at the city gate in a very spirited manner. Pure white stone houses on both sides of the road. At this moment, flower pots were also decorated, and one or two young girls in white robes pointed eagerly at the carriage where the kings were sitting. Every now and then there was a smirk.

Except for the traders who bought and sold with fruit stands and toy stands on either side. The most people on the road are naturally the clergy. It can be seen that there are some black priests who come to pilgrimage from various places to worship three steps at a time, and cross their chests to go to the St. Peter’s Basilica that stands behind the Castel Sant’Angelo in the distance.

A low-ranking priest in plain white clothes. In groups of threes and fives holding crosses and chalices, they walked and recited bizarre scriptures. Infect your hands in the Holy Grail and sprinkle holy water on passers-by. There is even a bishop wearing a red five-brimmed hat and a red robe, also standing on the side of the road and chatting about some topics. Apparently, the arrival of the kings was not taken into account at all.

On the marble fountain not far away, there is a beautifully carved statue of Inos, with the iconic outstretched hands and a loving smile on his face. Both sides of the fountain. There are some local kids here to laugh and play. Made the nuns in their choir beat the sheet music in their hands.

Looking up, the elegant stone houses and stone buildings on both sides are all hung with long white cloths, and the white cloth is in the middle. Unsurprisingly, it is the coat of arms of the key of the kingdom of heaven, which symbolizes the Holy See. The kings had a dozen ornate carriages, accompanied by knights in tight and shiny armor. After entering this pure white world, I suddenly felt that I was out of tune with this place. There is a sense of humiliation that taints this holy place with worldly filth.

Many kings looked at this harmonious scene in amazement. The Templars who came and went had little to do with their duties, just a symbolic stroll. The kings who made Calvary proud of their prosperous capital were even more depressed.

Soon, the carriage passed the stone bridge in front of Castel Sant’Angelo. Came to the middle of the Castel Sant’Angelo, who was in charge of the inspection. Twelve gates form a long corridor and are pulled up with a bang. The Templars on both sides were densely packed with places where people could stand. Respectfully invited these kings to get off the carriage, searched, and unloaded their weapons. Walk into St Peter’s Basilica. …,

“One city, an insignificant city lord. So arrogant to meet us kings who dominate the continent!” He got off the carriage. A northern king who had just followed the other kings out of Fort Sant’Angelo with the support of the knights complained aggrievedly. Hearing this, the king around him didn’t care.

Because everyone knows it’s just a complaint. Such a city lord has millions of believers, and is powerful enough to challenge the three major knights of the national army. And the mysterious Inquisition. As well as the monastic knights and armed monks established by themselves in various places. Not to mention the immortal legion that ravaged the most powerful empire last year and made His Majesty the Emperor humiliated. Faced with this kind of strength, they have no other idea except to surrender their status.

On the other hand, His Majesty the Emperor of the Engellan Empire had a look of indifference on his face. Such an attitude is naturally regarded by others as a face-saving reaction and dare not mention it more. However, they all ignored His Majesty the Emperor, and even the faint golden light in the eyes of various people they saw along the way. Watching the magnificent St. Peter’s Basilica in front of you getting closer and closer.

The king of Norton Kingdom, a big man with a scar on his face and a bearded face suddenly asked: “I heard about a mercenary named Kaleich recently, and he is on an equal footing with us. Why didn’t he come this time?” He dares to come? A traitor beyond his own power. He is busy flirting with the Elf Queen! A vile race rebel, dare to come here, these fanatics will hang him alive on the spot and burn him at the stake.”

The king of the Luxor Kingdom next to him had a creamy face. He was considered young among many kings. He brushed off his long blond hair and was very disdainful. “Well, if the information I got is good, this Pope is only 26 years old this year. How did he make so many cardinals and red-clothed archbishops make concessions and give him the Pope’s throne at such a young age? Buttercup, I heard you have the closest contact with the cardinals. Have you contacted them?”

A very elegant, middle-aged uncle asked King Luxor just now like a scholar. Obviously, the latter had a lot of interactions with this middle-aged man, but he just glared at the former and saw the same concerned expressions of other kings around him, and said angrily: “Contact? I gave them women, gold coins, luxury. My enjoyment, and even my reputation! I only wiped my ass when I did evil things, but in the end, no one paid any attention to me! No matter what price I offered, it was all in vain, and no one replied!”

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Buttercream, who apparently felt incredible, complained. But these words made everyone interested in this Paladin, who was above the Pope’s throne for a moment, and even made these powerful archbishops dare not let a fart.

But like this, everyone came to the door of St. Peter’s Basilica. The Templar guarding the door bowed slightly and immediately turned around and entered the cathedral. The king and others could see clearly that this Templar had been running for a long time, kneeling on the ground in the depths of the cathedral filled with holy white light, and calmly reported: “Your Majesty, the kings have come.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp-eyed Norton Kingdom’s Scarred Man immediately saw that the man who was sitting vaguely on the throne of St. Peter, wearing a triple crown and couldn’t see his face, suddenly put down his hand on his cheek, in a kind of Another voice came slowly, and the voice immediately spread throughout the entire St. Peter’s Basilica, and entered the ears of the kings with incomparable clarity: “I am sitting here, and I am with my throne, my crown, and my anger. Sit up and wait here. Let the kings come in and worship it.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (.) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. .)