Chapter 278 Pilgrimage
The new army of the Holy See, the Immortal Legion descended from the sky, flattened the Engelland Empire, and captured His Majesty the Emperor alive. ． In just half a month, COM has quickly spread throughout the Orosan continent. Everyone thought that it was His Majesty the Emperor's attempt to use the Empire's army to attack the Holy City, which caused the new Pope Urban II to become furious and reveal his trump card.
A powerful flying legion, this is the ultimate legion with strong mobility. It doesn't have to worry about terrain and various conventional tactical ambush, but can attack wherever it wants! After receiving such facts, more than a dozen countries in the human kingdom not only did not believe it, but also felt complete fear and fear.
If such a corps can openly capture the capital of the most powerful empire, then in the entire world, even the barbarians who are gifted in fighting, the orcs known for their endurance and ferocity, and the weird Mulam people, all have magic and combat skills. The outstanding elves were helpless in the face of such an army. Therefore, without exception, when the emperor called all the kings and grand dukes in his own name to meet the new Pope Urban II, there was not a single voice of resistance. All acquiesced.
And three months later, it will be the spring of the next year. All the kings and monarchs of all the kingdoms on the continent, except for the new kingdom Kalechi, the king of the Camelot dynasty, who did not come at all after receiving the letter, all came to the holy city of Kasiri, which most of them had never been to before. Before coming here, they heard that the evil Night Owl Society had attacked this place, and everyone thought they would see a piece of wreckage and desolation.
But unexpectedly, what unfolded in front of us was a scene of prosperity. Several guards stood at the city gate in good spirits. Pure white stone houses on both sides of the road. Flower pots were also decorated at this moment, and one or two young girls in white robes pointed eagerly at the carriages where the kings were sitting. From time to time he burst into laughter.
Except for the fruit stalls and toy stalls on both sides of the street, there were vendors who were buying and selling. Naturally, the most common people on the road are clergy. It can be seen that some black-clad priests who came from various places for pilgrimage took three steps and made the sign of the cross on their chests before heading to St. Peter's Basilica that stands behind Castel Sant'Angelo in the distance.
A low-ranking priest wearing simple white clothes. Small groups held crosses and chalices in their hands, chanting strange scriptures as they walked. Dip your hands into the Holy Grail and sprinkle the holy water on passers-by. There was also a bishop wearing a red five-sided hat and red robes, standing on the roadside chatting about some topics. Apparently he didn't notice the arrival of the kings at all.
On the marble fountain not far away is a beautifully carved statue of Enos, with his iconic hands stretched out and a loving smile on his face. On both sides of the fountain. Some local children came to play and laugh. It was very nerve-wracking for the nuns in their choir to bang the sheet music in their hands.
Looking up, the elegant stone houses and stone buildings on both sides were all hung with a long white cloth, and the white cloth was in the middle. Unsurprisingly, it is the coat of arms of the Key of Heaven that symbolizes the Holy See. The kings had more than a dozen gorgeous and exquisite carriages, accompanied by knights wearing strict and shining armor. After entering this white world, I suddenly felt that I was out of place. There is a sense of shame that the filth of the world has defiled this holy place.
Many kings looked at this harmonious scene in amazement. Those Templars who came and went hardly had to perform their duties and just took a symbolic stroll around. The kings who were proud of the prosperity of their capitals were even more secretly depressed.
Soon, the carriage passed the stone bridge in front of Castel Sant'Angelo. We arrived at the center of Castel Sant'Angelo, which was responsible for inspection. Twelve doors formed a long corridor, which was suddenly opened. Templar warriors on both sides were densely packed, filling the space where people could stand. These kings were respectfully invited to get off the carriage, and after a search, they unloaded their weapons. Only then can you enter St. Peter's Basilica on foot. …,
"A small city, an insignificant city lord. Seeing us, the kings who dominate the continent, are so arrogant!" got off the carriage. A northern king who had just followed the other kings out of Castel Sant'Angelo with the support of knights complained in frustration. Hearing this, the kings around him were dismissive.
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 armies. and the mysterious Inquisition. As well as the monastic knights and armed monks organized by themselves in various places. Not to mention the Immortal Legion that ravaged the Imperial Capital of the strongest empire last year and humiliated His Majesty the Emperor. Faced with this kind of strength, they had no other idea except to degrade themselves.
But His Majesty, the Emperor of the Engelland Empire, had a look of indifference on his face. Such an attitude was naturally regarded as a loss of face by others and they did not dare to mention it further. However, they all ignored the faint golden light in the eyes of His Majesty the Emperor and even the various people they saw along the way. Looking at the majestic St. Peter's Basilica in front of us getting closer and closer.
The king of the Norton Kingdom, a big man with a scar on his face and a big beard suddenly asked: "Recently I heard that a mercenary named Kalechi is on an equal footing with us. Why didn't he come this time?" He dares to come? A conspirator who overestimates his capabilities. He is busy flirting with the Elf Queen! If a despicable race rebel dares to come here, these fanatical believers will hang him alive on the spot and execute him at the stake."
Next to him, the king of the Kingdom of Lucdo had a creamy face. He was considered young among many kings. He brushed away his long blond hair and came here with great disdain. "Well, if the information I got is correct, this pope is just twenty-six years old this year. How did he get so many cardinals to give in and give up the papal throne to him at such a young age? Buttercup, I heard that you have the closest ties with the cardinals. Have you contacted them?"
A middle-aged uncle with a very elegant appearance asked King Lucdo just now like a scholar. Obviously, the latter had many interactions with this middle-aged man. He just glared at the former and saw the same concerned expressions of other kings around him. He said angrily: "Contact? I gave them women, gold coins, and luxury." Enjoy it, and even have a reputation! I only wiped my butt after doing evil things, but in the end, no one paid any attention to me! No matter what price I offered, it all came to nothing, and no one replied! "
Buttercup, who obviously felt incredible, complained. However, these words suddenly made everyone interested in this Paladin, who instantly surpassed the Pope's throne and could even make these powerful archbishops dare not give a shit.
But with this, everyone arrived at the door of St. Peter's Cathedral. The Templar guarding the door bowed slightly and immediately turned around and entered the cathedral. The king and others could clearly see that the templar had been running for a long time and knelt on the ground deep in the cathedral filled with holy white light. He calmly reported: "His Majesty the Pope, the kings have arrived."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scarred man from the Norton Kingdom, who had good eyesight, immediately saw the man sitting lazily on the throne of St. Peter, wearing a triple crown whose face could not be seen clearly. He suddenly put down the hand holding his cheek and said with a kind of A different kind of voice came slowly, and the voice immediately spread throughout St. Peter's Cathedral, and entered the ears of the kings very clearly: "I am sitting here, with my throne, my crown, and my anger. Sit 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 (.) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation .)