Proof of the Sun King

"???" The Archbishop didn't understand what he heard at first.

"!!!" Five seconds later, Vekma began to realize that in the most sacred place in the empire, in the place where battle priests, witchers and ascetic monks were defending, in this cathedral that he had always regarded as absolutely safe, What exactly happened? !

An indescribable grief and anger enveloped Velma, the archbishop holding the golden scepter of command in one hand and his golden warhammer in the other.

The archbishop of the Sanctuary was completely angry.

The sanctuary powerhouse is an existence that has completely surpassed all living beings, especially for humans.

Sanctuary powerhouse has three characteristics, first, longevity.

The lifespan of every sanctuary powerhouse can reach more than three hundred years old, and any sanctuary powerhouse is the wealth of a powerful force at the bottom of the box.

Second, longevity.

In addition to having a long lifespan, the Sanctuary powerhouse is also extremely difficult to kill. The Sanctuary Powerhouse can be defeated and injured, but it is even more difficult to kill him.

Just like the duel between Jules and Aegir, if it is not for the championship match, the winner must be determined.

Third, unique power.

Every sanctuary powerhouse has a unique special ability, which is unpredictable. Many people think that the peculiar psionic spell-casting ability that Ryan possesses is his special ability.

And Vekma's special ability is the power of the twin-tailed comet!

The flames of the twin-tailed comet blazed on the head of the warhammer, its two red trails radiating scorching heat.

Ryan had already disappeared from the crowd, and he took Tigris' arm: "Quick! Take advantage of it now!"

"Go!" Tigris responded in a low voice, and the two quickly rushed towards the Holy Wraith Church.

"Ahhhhh!!!" Ten seconds later, the roar of the archbishop almost penetrated the golden dome: "Here!!!"

"A chaotic **** has sneaked into the most sacred place of the empire! Fight! My followers! For Charlemagne! For the empire!" The powerful archbishop of the sanctuary, Vikma, erupted with terrifying energy, and he held the warhammer high in the air, With the roar of the archbishop, the golden wave overturned all the pilgrims in the entire cathedral.

The sudden change stunned all the pilgrims.

The religious center of this empire and the headquarters of the Church of Justice are actually mixed with heresies!

"No one admits it?" Archbishop Wekma's anger has penetrated the sky, forming a terrifying vortex of divine power. The powerful divine magic power swirls in the temple, and the golden air waves blew away the cold of winter. In the corridor, a large group of battle priests and paladins are rushing back and forth into the hall.

"Everyone! All on your knees!" the Archbishop roared at all the pilgrims in the hall: "Kneel down immediately and be examined! We must ensure that every heresy is examined at the stake!"

The sound of weapons unsheathed, the paladins drew their swords and raised their shields, the battle priests took up their hammers, the ascetics clenched the handles of their flails, all these tourists and pilgrims who came to the great hall. Forced to kneel and wait for inspection.

Ryan and Tigris were not checked. The two did not need to prove themselves whether they were followers of Chaos. The paladins and battle priests signaled them to leave the hall as soon as possible. Ryan and Tigris took the opportunity to sneak out of the hall and hide in the corner of the corridor. Inside a tapestry behind.

The space behind the tapestry was very small, Ryan and Tegris were huddled together, and the Supreme Mage whispered: "There are at least a hundred guards over there at the Holy Wreck!"

Ryan nodded: "Is your magic useful?"

"In this case, I can only cast confusion magic on thirty people at the same time!" Tigris whispered.

"Then wait!"

"Pa ta ta ta ta~" The dense footsteps sounded one after another. At this time, the hall was already full of water, and most of the tourists and pilgrims were forced to kneel and wait for the inspection.

At this moment, among the countless pilgrims, there were three pilgrims wearing thick cloaks and hoods whose expressions changed drastically.

The pilgrim named Maxwell had an incredible look in his eyes. He trembled firstly with a wink with his companion, and then lowered his head in panic.

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How the Archbishop found us!

They have been planning this assassination plan for more than ten years. Every year, they carefully infiltrate the Cathedral of the Church of Justice, drawing and planning an assassination route.

Having spent more than ten years, they have successfully concealed themselves, successfully considered every guard and institution, they have disguised themselves as the most devout believers of the God of Justice, and every year, they have distanced themselves from the God of Justice. The statue and the golden statue of Charlemagne are one step closer, and now, the plan is about to come true, but why have they been discovered? !

That's right, Maxwell and his two companions are the followers of the Tzeentch sect quietly operating in Brunswick, the capital of the Empire. The capital of the Empire is densely populated and mixed. In many dirty corners, there are small Shadows of the sect of Chaos, who carefully eluded witchers and battle priests, took root in the ghettos of Brunswick.

They plan to assassinate Emperor Karl Franz on the day of the Winter Veil worship! This young and promising emperor is considered a huge threat by the Chaos believers, especially in the past few years, they have also received the support of many nobles.

In the history of mankind, there has never been a shortage of people who felt that assassinating the emperor would benefit him. Emperor Karl Franz strongly suppressed the interests of many nobles, and his measures to protect the peasants and the middle class had angered many nobles. , many nobles don't care about the threats to humanity, they only know and see that their own interests are violated.

When someone proposed to assassinate the emperor, some nobles chose to support it in secret.

However, Maxwell is still unbelievable that such a well-arranged plan, which has been prepared for more than ten years, is seamless and perfect, and it will be exposed here! How on earth did the Archbishop find out about us!

But now they didn't dare to move in this situation, so they could only pray in their hearts.

Lord of Change, please help us complete our mission.

The cultists didn't dare to say anything, they bowed their heads deeply, in this situation, they couldn't do anything but wait.

"No one admits it?! Heretic, Charlemagne is looking at you! The God of Justice is looking at you. Since you don't want to take the initiative to stand up, then..." The archbishop looked around and found that no one was willing to stand up yet. , he released a terrifying roar, and then, Vecma held a command scepter in one hand and a golden griffin warhammer in the other, and the power of the two-tailed comet surged.

Supreme magic! Soul flames!

The power of the fiery twin-tailed comet slanted down from the golden dome in the cathedral, shedding countless divine brilliance, and the golden air mass visible to the naked eye floated in the crowd one after another.

The pilgrims wept with joy, they chanted miracles, and bathed in this golden glow, those with devout beliefs were not burnt by the flames of their souls, on the contrary, it was a sacred ritual to purify the soul.

The archbishop's fierce and violent eyes swept across everyone in the cathedral, and the terrifying power of the soul flames tortured everyone's soul.

"The heresy will have nowhere to hide under the power of the Lord! Be judged! Aaaah!" shouted the Archbishop, raising his arms.

In the midst of the sacred light and shadow, a man in a thick cloak couldn't bear it any longer, and he let out a scream, followed by the two people who followed him.

"Hmm~!"

The strange behavior of these three people immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the paladins and battle priests quickly approached, only to see the three people wailing, and in the flames of their souls, they had nowhere to hide.

"The heretics have appeared! Strip off their cloaks and thoroughly purify the unclean!" The Archbishop pointed at Maxwell and the other three with his eyes filled with electricity.

The cultists still wanted to resist, and waves of soul flames nearly ripped their filthy souls to shreds.

The thick cloaks were torn open by the paladins, revealing their mutated bodies beneath their cloaks.

These three cultists, or arms, or calves, or chests, have all begun to grow feathers and transform into crows' claws!

"Damn!" One of Maxwell's arms showed a prototype under the burning of the soul's flames. It was a mutated arm with feathers, and its fingers had become claws.

"Ah! It's a Chaos Cultist!"

"That's a mutation of Tzeentch!"

"Kill them! Kill them!"

"Help!"

There was chaos in the cathedral. The paladins and battle priests had fierce expressions, and their faces were filled with terrifying frenzy. Some paladins retreated with the protection of irrelevant people. Many witchers and ascetic monks had already charged up with weapons.

"Destroy them! Leave one alive!" The archbishop pointed at the three people who had appeared in their original form: "For Charlemagne!"

"Fight!" Maxwell knew that the plan was revealed, he took out a wooden staff from his back, and was about to release the black magic of chaos to summon the Tzeentch demon.

Someone is much faster than him.

"Fight, fight, it, hammer!" The golden gryphon warhammer spewing out the power of the twin-tailed comet carried the wrath of the archbishop, and smashed directly on the head of the Tzeentch cultist, the blessings brought by chaos and Mutations are invisible under the power of Velma.

"Crack!" Dahao's head was smashed into pieces, and his brains splashed around.

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"Cultists appear in the cathedral!"

"Quick, go and support the Archbishop!"

"My lord, we have failed you."

The corridor was full of sounds of running. Obviously, more guards were attracted by the changes in the hall.

Behind the tapestry, Ryan and Tigris were a little confused.

"...It seems that there are cultists mixed into the pilgrimage crowd." Ryan muttered to himself: "God, I'm just joking."

"You just wanted to create some chaos, but I didn't expect that there would actually be chaos." Tigris' face was calm: "Humans are too easily corrupted... I can sense that there is a battle going on in the hall, and there is a The Tzeentch cultists have summoned a few low-level Tzeentch demons, but they will never be the opponents of so many people."

"Quick! The number of guards has decreased!" Ryan and Tigris ran all the way, and the Supreme Archmage, who was not in good health, was out of breath: "Don't be in such a hurry, I... I can't do it, Ryan."

The Holy Wraith Church is a little far from the main hall, and there are many stairs going up and down. It takes at least five minutes to run away from the crowd.

Tigris swears that he has never run such a long distance in more than a hundred years. The physique of the Supreme Master is really not very good. He ran out of breath for about three minutes.

"It's okay, I'll carry you!" Ryan carried Tigris up on his back.

Run!

At this time, there were less than fifty clerics guarding the Holy Wraith Church, and there were only more than 20 people guarding the side gate. They saw Ryan rushing towards Tigris on his back. Before he could ask any questions, Ryan shouted: "No, gentlemen, look here."

Taking advantage of the attention of all the guards, Tigris raised his staff: "Confusion Charm!"

"Boom~" Lilith's moon wand flashed with brilliance, and all the guards who were recruited became sluggish and confused. They seemingly nodded, and then returned to their posts in a daze, bowing their heads and saying to themselves: "Ah, it's like this, it's like this, no one has been here, no one has ever been here."

Ryan successfully rushed into the Holy Wreck Hall with Tegris on his back.

five minutes later.

Ryan and Tigris wandered inside the Sanctuary ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ looking for the entrance to the basement.

Inside the Sacred Relic Chapel, the remains of emperors and countless human heroes are buried. Sacred carols and splendid candles live in the Sacred Relic Chapel. When Ryan watched the deeds of the emperors and heroes The records and their remains always raised infinite admiration in their hearts: "Without their persistence, there would be no human beings. It is said that the bones and shrouds of Emperor Hedric, the second emperor after Charlemagne, were placed in this."

The palm of Tigris is condensed with magic power, and the Supreme Archmage is releasing magic to let Ryan and himself avoid the perception of the gods. He said to Ryan: "We did not come to visit the Holy Wraith Hall, Lilith's chosen champion. , the turmoil outside will subside soon, we are coming in, have you thought about how we are going to get out?"

"There will always be a way." Ryan forced himself to look away from the glorious human deeds, and the count shrugged to the Supreme Mage: "Since we can get in, we can definitely get out."

"...You'd better think of another way." Tigris remained expressionless: "Okay, let's find what Lilith needs first."

"No clue at all." Ryan looked up at the interior of the entire Sacred Corpse Church. In addition to the sacred remains, there were all kinds of souvenirs, a desk, and two rows of large bookcases behind the desk.

"Yes." Tigris pulled out a book from the bookcase, then reached out and pressed a movable wall brick.

"Ding ding ding~" Under the huge statue in the middle of the Holy Wraith Hall, a deep underground passage appeared.

"How did you find out?"

"Human tricks are just a joke in front of Assur."

"Okay, come on, let's go down."

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