Chapter 488 Disintegration

The Heresy Judgment Ritual is on the verge of getting out of control.

Fran Berand once imagined all the possible variables in the heresy trial ceremony, and the biggest crisis he conceived was the failure of his own divine art - after all, using the great divine word to identify heresy would be affected by many uncontrollable factors, and he His own strength is not yet high enough to be able to control this divine technique 100%.

But he had no idea that the unexpected would come in the exact opposite direction: his magic was strengthened.

Seeing that milky white halo spread toward the entire square, Fran Berenger realized that the situation would get out of hand.

Because he actually knew from the very beginning that the commoners in the outer city of Lu'an might not be able to pass the test of the Great God's Word at all.

The long-term blockade has seriously worn down the will of the believers, and the leaflets circulating around the city have shaken everyone's belief in the God of Light. Fran Berand may not care about the lives of the bottom people, but as a A senior priest, he at least understands people's hearts, at least, he understands how weak the minds of ordinary people will be under such circumstances - and in contrast, "Great Word of God" is an extremely severe test - -In fact, at the beginning of its creation, this divine art was not used to judge heretics on ordinary people at all. The real function of this divine art was to test the mental strength of the clergy!

The idea of ​​applying this magical technique to test the supernatural on ordinary people and calling it "heterotic judgment" is very simple: it is just to ensure that everyone who stands against the church can be quickly condemned .

Therefore, this trial was not fair from the beginning, because in fact, no matter who the soldiers picked up from the square, there was a 99% chance that that person would be identified as a heretic!

The temporary bishop of Luan City immediately cut off his maintenance of divine art, but the situation did not change at all: the aftermath of the great divine word has been strengthened by some unknown force, it is still spreading, and has enveloped the square. On the heads of those who go up!

The civilians were in a commotion, but it was too late to avoid the scope of the magic. The white halo swept over everyone's heads. What happened next made every priest at a loss: one after another civilians appeared turbulent and fragmented light. Curtain, one civilian after another was identified as a heretic by magic!

The halo spreads all the way, and the turbulent and shattered light curtains are continuous all the way, and among the "heretic" marks one after another, less than 10% of the people who can still keep the holy light constant, and even that 10%, its The light is also dim and dim, and may be extinguished at any time, and it is not really passing the test at all.

In this city of churches, the whole city is "heretic".

Fran Berand only felt dizzy for a while, and the continuous fragmented light curtain rushed towards him like an endless black tide.

And in this dizzy and shaking vision, he saw an even more terrifying scene:

The halo not only spread to the civilians, but also to the priests who stood on the edge of the high platform and were punished.

On those priests, a turbulent and fragmented light curtain also appeared!

Then came those Holy See knights and church soldiers-they watched in amazement and nervousness as they were shrouded in the halo of divine magic, and the next moment, the light curtains on them also shattered, and black cracks like ink dyed all around them.

"Oh God……"

There was an exclamation from the priests behind Fran Berand, and the temporary bishop immediately felt tight. He tried to control his heart, trying to keep it from beating so fast, but when he turned around, That terrifying scene still made his breathing stop for a moment:

In the priests group on the high platform, among those priests from Luan Cathedral, two highly respected assistant bishops were looking at themselves in despair. Beside them, a layer of dim holy light was gradually shattering, and The dark cracks are becoming more and more.

The Great Divine Word, which was supposed to spread only in the direction of the square, was suddenly strengthened and actually affected the priesthood!

"Keep your faith!" Fran Berand finally couldn't help exclaiming, "Don't doubt your beliefs! Don't doubt what you're doing!"

After exclaiming, the temporary bishop's mind suddenly flashed the picture he just saw——

In the square, among the civilians closest to the high platform of judgment, a few groups of exceptionally bright and constant rays of light suddenly appeared...

He once thought that it was a commoner with a particularly firm belief and a natural affinity for the Holy Light - although this situation is very rare, it is not unimaginable, but now he finally realized the abnormality of this matter with hindsight. Or maybe he should have realized it from the beginning, but the consternation at the time made him lose his judgment in the most crucial seconds.

Those brilliance is not the radiance radiated after passing the test of the "Great God's Word", but the holy light! It's something like magic!

"The Cecil is in the square!" Fran Berand raised his scepter high, and shouted to the knights and soldiers around the platform who were still in a panic, "Go grab those …”

His shouting stopped abruptly, because when he glanced across the square, those suspicious people had already disappeared.

Those were evacuated long before the situation started to spiral out of control.

He only saw a few weird metal plates falling to the ground, and the surface of those metal plates floated with bright and holy light, and waves of powerful magic waves came from those metal plates.

For a moment of stunned Fran Béran, those metal plates seemed to finally be unable to withstand some kind of pressure. Sparks and a little smoke appeared while making crackling noises, and the holy brilliance floating on the surface of the metal plates also dissipated immediately.

And as those weird "magic props" stopped working, the great divine word that spread all over the square finally stopped.

But everything was irreversible, and the whole square was falling into a dead silence.

Fran Berenger stood on the high wooden platform, maintaining a terrifying face like a statue. He looked at the sluggish civilians and the silent priests, and his mind ran wildly. one question:

When a heretic trial ceremony directly identified almost the entire city of believers and priests as heretics, what should I do as one of the only people who are not heretics? !

Shouting the name of the Lord to purify this city of heresy? Or as if nothing happened, as the power of the master occasionally failed?

For the first time in his life, Fran Berand hoped that the God of Light could immediately deliver divine punishment and simply burn himself to death, which would be better than facing the most difficult choice in his life here.

However, at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky, interrupting the life choice of this temporary bishop.

He was sluggish for a moment when he first heard the whistling sound, as if he didn't realize what it was, but soon he noticed the fearful expressions on the faces of the exiled knights who came to take refuge at the edge of the square, so he instantly realized to the meaning of those voices.

It was the Cecilians, the "Sky Fire" of the Cecilians came in! Those Cecilians finally got their hands on it!

Fran Berenger couldn't contain his ecstasy at this moment. All his problems seemed to be solved with the Cecil people's skyfire. He turned around suddenly and looked at the priests behind him. He also saw a similar joy on the face of the priest who had come over.

The Cecilians have finally attacked the holy city with their weapons!

Whether it be the out-of-control heresy trial, the doubts and antagonisms that spread in the city, all these will become the past, and when the Cecilians directly attack, all the mistakes that the priests of the cathedral have made will become generosity. The embellishment before martyrdom, and Fran Berand...ready for martyrdom.

He is indeed pious, and the priests in the cathedral are also pious. They were not afraid of death from the very beginning. That is not the courage to be whitewashed, but the real fear of death-the belief in the God of Light has long been Infiltrated in the bone marrow of these senior clerics, even the most greedy and selfish clergy will burst out with great courage when facing the matter of "sacrifice for the Lord".

"It's time to sacrifice for the Lord!" Fran Berand suddenly shouted, he raised his scepter high, and a brilliant holy light spurted out from behind him, "I will prove my piety with blood!"

The priests also shouted frantically: "The time to sacrifice for the Lord has come!"

The whistling sound in the air went from far to near, and finally reached the sky above the city. Fran Berron's eyes belonging to the extraordinary had already seen the appearance of those magical weapons flying in the air wrapped in light blue airflow. He saw Those things flew from the southeast of the city and rushed towards the ground like a falcon. They couldn't help but narrowed their eyes slightly, and opened their arms to the weapons of the devil, quietly waiting for death to come.

The great belief of sacrificing for the God of Light encouraged him, causing his body to tremble slightly with excitement.

Then, those "sky fires" that flew from afar exploded on their own over the city.

With a much smaller sound than ordinary magic crystal shells, the cyan air masses that flew over the city disintegrated and burst one by one, and the metal structures wrapped in the air masses also shattered, and after those hollow shells exploded. , countless scattered pieces of paper fell from the sky.

Fran Berand squinted his eyes and opened his hands. He waited for a long time but did not wait for death to come. He couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion, only to see the civilians in the square craned their necks to look at the sky.

A piece of paper fell from his eyes, and the temporary bishop immediately grabbed it. He looked at the thing falling from the sky in confusion, but what caught his eye was the familiar fine print:

"...here trials are the greatest lie...

"...the willingness to sacrifice civilians and kidnap civilians is no different from a robber...

"...The Holy Light should not be decided by the priests in the church, the Holy Light belongs to everyone...

"Abandon unnecessary confrontation, Cecil will treat all friends equally..."

Accompanied by the whistling and banging, more and more pieces of paper floated down. Fran Berenger looked up at the sky dully. He felt that the pieces of paper were flying like snow, endless.

The leader of the discipline monks finally reacted. At this moment, the senior priest in black robe shouted the only sentence he could think of that might save the situation a little:

"It's the evil magic of the Cecils! The Cecils interfered with the ritual of the heresy trial with evil magic and a pact with the devil! The ritual was destroyed by them - this trial is void, void!"

The priests rallied in a loud voice, and Fran Berand recovered a little from these shouts. He incited the Holy Light for the last time and loudly announced the result of today's farce: "This heresy trial is subject to Sorcery influence, temporarily suspended."

Then the tall temporary bishop directly ignored everyone in the square. He completely forgot the reactions of the civilians, and as if running away, he led the priests through the gate of the church district as quickly as possible.

On the outer edge of the square, a pair of amber eyes watched indifferently through the window of a residential house, watching the farce on the square ending in the most appropriate form of farce.

Fran Berand hid back in the church district, and the bishops and priests of Luan City were still alive.

But the Church of the Holy Light on the land of the Southern Territory finally died.

There is only one thing left to do now.