Blood of Mercury

Winter nights are always extraordinarily long.

At 4:30 in the morning, the night sky in the holy city of Frankfurt is still without dawn.

The deep night dripped into the city like running water, and was then evaporated by the flames that filled the city.

Residents all over the city got up from their beds, ready to witness the birth of a new saint.

Even though women and children were not allowed to participate in the ceremony, they opened the windows at home, looked out curiously and prayed in a low voice.

All grown people are walking on the street. Every tens of steps, he stopped in unison and praised Tyre's greatness loudly.

Braziers of brass are all over the street. Even on winter nights, it doesn't feel cold at all.

The crimson flames licked the brazier inside, burning quietly. They don't jump up or shake, and they're as well-behaved as pets.

Under the scorching flames, the stars in the sky seemed to melt together.

When I looked up, I couldn't see a single star.

In the Farns world, even children know that every star in the sky is a god. The gods watched the world, and their eyes could reach every corner of the world.

But now that the ceremony is being held in the holy city of Frankfurt, even the gods can't help but look down.

Because they know that Tyre is coming—

"People call for light, and Tyre gives them light."

At this moment, the old voice sounded in the sky, peaceful and generous.

The entire holy city suddenly fell silent.

People stopped praying, stopped marching. Even those who were still at home stopped talking and looked at the distance with reverence.

Anyone who lives in the holy city of Frankfurt, without exception, is a believer of Tyre. Even if he had no faith in Tyre at first, he would sooner or later hand over his faith to Tyre in this city that had been sanctified many times by rituals.

Frankfurt has held thirteen large-scale sacraments before and after, and it has become a real holy place.

Living in this land is more than simply that people's diseases will be cured naturally.

Everything will develop in a direction that is more beneficial to Thiel.

In the entire Farns world, there is no purer holy place than Frankfurt.

The moment the old voice was heard, the whole city fell silent. There was no more sound.

"If I see the sun shining in the sky, my heart will rejoice."

The voice of Jupiter IV came from above the sky: "This light is born from the four realms, and it rises from the east and disappears from the west. Every day is endless."

A warm light rose from the east of the city. Like the sun shining on the whole city.

People couldn't help but cast their gazes, only to see a glazed illusory giant slowly walking towards the east gate.

About a few hundred meters tall. As ethereal as a phantom, as crystal clear as crystal.

The face of that giant was their Pope Jupiter IV.

Shocked by Tyre's might. People could not help kneeling to the east and chanting in a low voice.

Suddenly, the silent city resounded with a low voice of prayer.

But this time is different. The prayers of the people turned into some kind of real power under the gaze of the transparent giant.

The sky melted.

The dividing line between heaven and earth is blurred.

The night flowed, fainting like milk.

The deep black gradually faded and thinned, and three illusory suns rose from behind the giant.

Because of the warmth of the brazier, people could not feel the warmth of the sun for a while. It just feels like the surroundings are really warming and a little bit.

And the prayer of Jupiter IV has just begun.

"In Tyre's mercy, let the morning light come upon us from on high, to illuminate those who sit in the darkness and the shadow of death, and lead our feet to the path of peace."

The surrounding darkness gradually receded.

One of the phantom suns stayed in place. It maintains such a rising attitude.

The remaining two illusory suns gradually rose with the prayer of Jupiter IV and stayed at the highest point.

The old Pope's prayers gradually became more intense.

His voice was like thunder, and it rumbled in the sky: "All the people! You all have to applaud and shout to Tyre with a triumphant voice!"

So the people in the city clapped their hands excitedly: "All the glory goes to Tyre!"

"The sun rises, and there are shouts; Tyre rises, and there are horns."

"Manmins! You all have to clap your hands and sing praises to God!"

Trumpets sounded from the sky following the prayers of Jupiter IV.

The figure of Jupiter IV in a golden robe has already appeared faintly in people's sight.

People clapped their hands and sang praises loudly

The second sun stayed in the middle of the sky. The third sun continues to set in the west.

"The ungodly shall suffer in the night. The sun shall fall on them. The day shall be turned into darkness."

Where Jupiter IV walked, the flames in the brazier rose.

For a time, on both sides of the street, there were hundreds of fire snakes with the thickness of buckets standing up. The street, which had become as bright as day, suddenly became warm.

People praised Thiel's glory. Kissing the ground where Jupiter IV walked.

The old Pope praised him step by step, and walked for nearly two hours before he came to the place where Frankfurt was elevated to the Holy Spirit.

As the glazed colorful light on the old Pope converged, the vision in the sky disappeared. The three false suns disappeared, and the night closed again.

But even so, the fire snake in the brazier will make the night sky that is about to break red.

The vision of the three suns is the embodiment of his temple of truth. Under the baptism of his near-infinite holy power, the entire city can no longer see a trace of Wushou.

Although the dawn has not yet come. The building is already emitting a faint light.

The ceremony is drawing to a close.

"I praised Tyre's glory under the sun, calling your name aloud—"

The old Pope leaned on the sun scepter in his hand and shouted loudly: "—Saint Claude!"

His voice had just fallen, and the sun had just risen.

The first bright red morning light just swept across the city, and the incomparably gorgeous light condensed in front of Jupiter IV.

The atmosphere in the holy city was already boiling.

They chanted Claude's holy name in unison, praised his glory, and blessed him to be with Tyre forever.

But as everyone knows, at this moment, "Saint Claude" is full of golden light in his eyes, his expression is rigid, and he is standing in place like a sculpture.

If I had to describe it, it was a sharp blade that was forcibly sheathed in an ill-fitting scabbard.

His struggle was visible to the naked eye.

Unsettled sharp sword qi spread out from him, crossing the holy light that locked him on the ground, carving out ravines on the ground.

But his resistance was regarded by the people in the holy city as the strength of his strength.

The old Pope raised his scepter and signaled the people to keep quiet.

It only took two seconds, and Frankfurt was silent.

Suddenly, people heard the old Pope's old voice echoing in the sky: "Saint Claude, I ask you-"

"—Who killed you?"

It was more like a question than a compliment.

It seems a little out of the ordinary - but one of the greatest Popes of Tyre has been enough to erase people's doubts.

Hearing this, people could not help but look over attentively.

However, the twelve cardinals who were on the precepts suddenly fell into a sluggish silence.

Others don't know, but they know.

There has never been such a link in the past canonization—

But before they could react, everyone in the holy city saw the figure shrouded in the holy light and their lips moved slightly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is it true?

The cardinals froze for a moment.

Although the soul of the newly consecrated soul should have no sanity, he will answer whatever he asks.

But no pope in the past has ever asked such a question from the constraints of the canon.

"...The person who killed me was called Roland, a Druid, or a believer of the gods of death."

Hearing the words of "Saint Claude", the old Pope nodded in relief.

Immediately, he turned his head and shouted to the people in the holy city with righteous indignation—

"—Manmin, listen! Get angry!"

"The man who stabbed St. Cloud with poison and a short knife is the wizard of the White Tower!"

Suddenly, the holy city of Frankfurt exploded. (To be continued.)