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My Curia can not be so divine

"No one will dedicate themselves to gods for the sake of illusory beliefs. The Holy See is creating a thousand-year career. Whether it is conquering aliens or safeguarding faith, it is the heaven on earth that is shaped for survival..." And Fang Wensi suddenly thought of a game he once played, "To Win the Smile of the Gods." Pope Menoglio's voice stopped suddenly, and the clear candlelight reflected on his face, flickering brightly and dimly. Politics always uses various abstract doctrines to decorate itself, but who would have known that the original intention of the Holy See was just to seek hope for continuity with the help of gods.

Nicodeus · Fantasy
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29 Chs

signpost of strife

The arcane wind mixed with a little bit of wetness and salt caressed the sails gently, and a little light was like dancing elves passing over the towering domes, and finally lingered around the majestic Temple of Light, with bursts of melodious light coming from the temple. The hymns, accompanied by the lingering sound of the harp, bewildered the holy Al,

Perhaps the glimmer of light no longer lingered, and it finally crossed the beautiful dome of the temple, and drew an elegant arc in the dimly lit streets, until it flew hundreds of feet across, wiping away the last shimmer of the elements. The snapping sound dissipated over the thousands of miles of city walls.

"I am Archbishop Gustav. I have come to guard the City of Light with the decree of Pope Menolio. Please open the city gate."

The guard captain Icares used the faint light of the torch to vaguely look at the dense crowd of people under the city, trying to find the person who just spoke. After some fruitless efforts, he couldn't help but frown.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, I have not received a deployment order from the Holy City of Ulthuan. Is there anything that can prove your identity?"

There was no response as expected, only the silence of the other party and the sound of the sea breeze and the collision of armor and swords coming from the city. This made Ikares nervously hold the handle of the knife at his waist.

However, a beam of gentle white light pierced the darkness and shined in his sight. At that moment, Ikares seemed to see the purple embroidery on the white robe of the caster and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Open the city gate, open the city gate",

After giving the order, Ikares hurriedly ran down the city wall. After all, a figure like the archbishop was not something he, a guard captain, could do carelessly. As everyone turned the winch and pulled the iron locks, this building was built in the middle of the Alexian Empire. The roar of the gate of Tiheros, known as nine meters above the ground, gradually rose.

"Lord Gustave, does His Majesty the Pope have any orders?"

Icares arrived at the Archbishop's side before the army outside the city began to enter the city. After all, he would not give up this opportunity to clinch a position with the powerful.

However, full of expectation, he used the light in his hand to vaguely see a face that looked like a rotting corpse under the bishop's robe. The frightened Ikares hurriedly turned around and shouted: "The enemy...", and then he was stabbed into the chest by a dagger. He could only hear Gustave's withered hands holding Icares's body gradually becoming weak. shoulder, whispering: "The Pope ordered you to die",

 

He reluctantly broke away from Gustav's hand and fell heavily to the ground. Only the miserable screams of death gradually obscured his last consciousness.

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Ebroria, the royal capital of Northronland, is known as the palace capital. Having fought against the Tikhtara Empire all year round, they not only learned the military technology of this humanoid country, but also became infected with the rulers of Tikhtala's love for the majestic A culture of spectacle worship,

William Northernland used the power of mages to plunder countless wealth from other countries, and built himself an extremely large number of palaces in the royal capital - the Nightless Palace. Whenever night falls, the noise of the palace banquet will break the silence, and the king and his courtiers will play here every night.

"Morey, our ally, it's time to take action now," William Northland said to the young man standing sideways on the throne.

It is said that in order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, the U-Seer family has always married between direct relatives. Therefore, many new family members have more or less physical or psychological defects.

Of course, Morey-U-Ser is no exception. This person is famous for his strong desire to play women and his transvestism. At this time, he fiddled with his skirt, pursed his lips and smiled: "Your Majesty the King, you may not even be able to do it now." The Temple of Light must have been captured."

William's face tightened, and he knocked Morey to the ground with a slap: "Call me Emperor William, who is the king? Get out."

The singing and dancing in the palace suddenly stopped. The courtiers and maids knelt nervously towards the person on the throne. Everyone was trembling and silent.

William stood up and looked around, drew out the sword beside him, pointed at the courtiers and shouted angrily: "Are you going to rebel? You, and you, why are you stopping?" After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked Morey, who was lying on the ground.

Morey turned sideways to avoid the kick, wanting to follow the crowd and escape from this frightening palace step by step.

"Wait a minute," William's deep voice sounded from behind everyone again, "Levi's side, what's the latest news?"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who should answer.

"What, are you all mute?" William shouted loudly,

None of the courtiers dared to answer, they all looked at each other, and then focused their attention on Morey. Morey already understood that everyone was trying to push him to the forefront, and quickly knelt down and said: "Morey - Wu -Seer Jinyan said, it is said that the people in the Holy See of Light were frightened to death. Marshal Levi's army was like a walk in the garden when they broke through the Lost Gate. Ulthuan must be within easy reach."

After hearing this, William was satisfied, dropped the sword in his hand, ran quickly to Morey, and helped him up: "Servant Morey has made great achievements. In the name of Alexian's ancestor, I canonize him as the Lord Privy Seal. I have admired the manor for hundreds of people, and now we are setting up a banquet to celebrate it."

Morey-U-Seer was secretly glad that he had saved his life, and then he knelt down and said thanks: "Thank you, Emperor, for your gift."

All the courtiers also knelt down and echoed: "Your Majesty, Holy Ming, congratulations... Your Excellency Morey."

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A vast sea of undead corpses gathered outside the Temple of Light. The Light Law Enforcement Officer Alan Lucius would hold a halberd and stand in front of the temple door. He said to the oncoming black shadow: "I never thought that , the mouse in the shadow turned out to be you, Gustav",

Gustave stared at Allen with a pair of blood-red eyes, showing a cruel smile,

"Lucius, for the sake of my long-time colleagues, I can choose to leave you a whole body. Now open this broken door for me."

"I can only tell you...His Majesty the Pope knew that you would come, Taik Order",

"Ah... Haha, then he just leaves you here to wait for death. Is it worth it... Allen? You might as well follow a greater intention with me...",

Gustav expressed his fanatical declaration in a hoarse and gloomy voice. Before his words could settle, a shadow of a halberd followed.

"Huh! I'm still stubborn."

Another person's murmur came out of Gustav's mouth.

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This was Fang Wensi's twentieth month in another world. As soon as he got up, he received a notification from the Pope to taste absinthe in the atrium. Along the way, everyone was discussing the rumors of the fall of Guangming City. Obviously, This was not good news, but he could only pretend to agree with Menoglio and chat and laugh with him.

Before the topic even started, a female elf in cool clothes suddenly appeared behind Menoglio. Fang Wensi thought to himself: What kind of flash device?

  "Your Majesty, the Tribunal is top secret," the female elf said in a vague voice, as if she could tell the message to the Pope. She also presented a letter with a gold seal,

Menoglio threw the letter aside casually, said "Go down", and drank the absinthe water. Fang Wensi could see that the old man's hands were trembling, whether because of excitement or fear... ...

The elf disappeared into the shadows. It wasn't until bursts of hurried horn sounds were heard in the distance that Menoglio seemed to have made up his mind and said to Fang Wensi: "The rat hiding in the Holy See has finally come out of its hole. Evans, follow me." Come".