Chapter 424 LVIII The Most Wanted Criminal

Chapter 424 LVIII. Tianzi No. 1 Wanted Criminal

At night, the church's stained glass also shines with magnificent blessings due to its special material, and the seats in the strict arrangement are all empty.

Only a man wearing a simple chainmail and armbands on his sleeves sat in the front row.

The room was extremely quiet, and Marcus stared at the sacrificial altar directly in front of him and the sculpture of the Dragon Lord in the middle of the stone wall.

The trance and strange death is like a dream.

It's like being dragged to a blissful place and imprinted with a written memory.

Marcus believed that he had been redeemed, and his piety alarmed the Dragon Lord, and he had washed away all the sins of the dark and turbulent years of old Syria.

In the second life, he will also serve the Dragon Lord until his complete death.

In the "Dragon Lord's True Edict", a catastrophe is mentioned, a catastrophe that occurs every nine hundred years. In the 1600th year of the Holy Spirit Calendar, the celestial spheres converged and invaded by foreign races. In the 700th year of the Holy Spirit Calendar, a thousand and eighteen years ago , is the disaster brought about by the God Mother Cult.

Earlier records have disappeared into history. The first few hundred years of the Holy Spirit Calendar were still in the Ancient Era, and even if there are documents, they are quite vague.

In the true edict, this catastrophe will be started by a warlock, and... he is in the Western Continent.

The secret envoy of the Eternal Sect is keeping a close eye on the eleven tower owners of the Tower Alliance, including the King of France, as well as the most powerful sorcerer in the Royal Court of Aram, Akasa.

The current pope asked Marcus to pay more attention to him. He has many names, Akasha is just one of them, and this person is quite dangerous.

The pope didn't really care about the oracle; he had other ideas.

Perhaps it was Marcus's random speculation that the Pope was no longer satisfied with being the most influential religious leader in the world, but wanted to become the actual ruler of the entire continent.

Those secret envoys have already taken action, and they only control a few apprentices of the warlock, as well as the red man beside the current emperor, Lagrand.

It's not that there is any serious grudge.

Just an ordinary political event.

The Emperor's power grew stronger, and thanks to various technological innovations, Aram became more powerful than ever.

You cannot expect a person who has ample food, clothing and entertainment activities to have a strong sense of conversion to religion.

The Eternal Sect is more like a cancer in Aram, one that ate the emperor's dividend. In the blank period just after the founding of the country, a group of soldiers did not know how to win people's hearts. Even if they wanted to do it, they did not have enough intellectuals and they were all semi-illiterates. A rooster wants to lay eggs, but it has to do the work that is not its job. During the peace that divided the world, New Yalan also experienced a period of ignorance for several years.

The Vatican was so siled that it took away part of the credit during the interregnum, and attributed the current prosperity of Alanya to the Dragon Lord.

The emperor who came to power as a military government cannot take too big a step. Directly abolishing the state religion that has taken root in Syria since ancient times is equivalent to secularizing Ban Ban in one day, asking for trouble, holding a foundation in hand, and it is over. , we can only let it go temporarily.

But the Pope is a very capable person. Even though the Emperor has been weakened overtly and covertly in the past twenty years, he has still stood up and fought against each other.

To this day.

The rise of various technologies made the Pope feel uneasy. He gradually began to believe that this continent was cursed. The enemies of the Dragon Lord, those dark evil cults, and weird industrial forces were slowly making people abandon the Dragon Lord and turn them away. Leading to the abyss, the backside of eternity, the void where nothing exists.

Anyway.

The sect is preparing to control Lagrand, and it remains to be determined whether it will kill him or not. Recently, the Wang Ting has become tired of the sect’s never-ending demands. He has stamped the Dragon Lord emblem on various places, and wants to open churches along the railway to preach. Each one is more excessive than the other, and Wang Ting Ye finally stood up and rejected all these requests.

When the news reached the pope's ears, the pope was furious. He was already mentally unstable and suspicious. He felt a little bit out of power, as if the sky had collapsed, and he made some unreasonable actions.

He wants to clean up the royal court down below, no matter what form it takes.

In short, he wanted to show the emperor... a little bit of color, and let the world know that Alan didn't have the final say alone.

And the people under the Holy See are also religious demons. If you want to drink, just drink this! I directly arrested the general manager of your industrial zone. How should you respond?

It doesn't matter what name you use to arrest them. All problems can be solved by the Dragon Lord's will. Otherwise, it is blatantly disobeying the Dragon Lord. This is how we do things.

But none of that matters.

Marcus only needs to complete the contents of the edict one by one. He does not care about the political situation, only cares about his own path to salvation. He feels that his heart is becoming clearer. The souls under the sword and the miserable women are no longer there. Screaming in dreams again, even the faces of those still in their infancy.

It was like everything was over.

Marcus was waiting quietly in the church for the report on tonight's arrest, feeling quite calm.

Finally, it seemed as if he had truly been liberated from his old nightmare.

Everything was on track. After serving the Dragon Lord for more than twenty years, he was reborn and would live another life in the form of a young man.

Just clergy everywhere.

The long night is long, and bloodshed may be happening in the industrial area. Marcus is just waiting.

sudden.

In the closed church, a gust of cold wind blew, and the dim light of hundreds of candles swayed violently for a while, and then returned to calm.

It seemed like some uninvited guest had arrived.

Marcus looked back.

Although he looked young, he was actually in his twilight years, but he seemed to be shocked.

The riot in the Northern Prison ten years ago was strictly speaking eleven years ago.

Some very exaggerated people were released.

"It's you, what those charlatans said is true, you are young again."

The face of the visitor was also full of horror.

There were three horrible scars on the man's face from the forehead to the chin, as if scratched by a tiger. The blind eye had been removed long ago, and the inside was empty. Short gray hair, tall frame, or because of malnutrition, some bright red blood ringworms grew on the wrinkled skin.

Wearing a tattered clergyman's uniform stolen from somewhere, it seemed to be raining outside, and the clothes were completely wet.

Marcus never thought that there would be such a day, too sudden, too unexpected.

"Deputy... Deputy Chief."

Even though Marcus had died once, it was completely muscle memory, subconscious, and instinctive. He stood up, stood solemnly like a military salute, obeyed instinctively, and his back and forehead were already covered with cold sweat.

Marcus' lips opened and closed, but his mind was blank and he couldn't say anything. It was as if a little man was shouting in the depths of his soul, covering up all his words.

But now the status has been completely reversed.

Marcus is one of the most respected high priests of the Eternal Sect, second only to the Pope, the High Priest, the High Priest, and the High Priest of the Central Church of the Imperial Capital, with more power than some cardinals.

And the deputy chief of the Old Alan Witch Hunting Secret Department, the god-man who once covered the sky with one hand in the Western Continent, Zote, is just a desperate man who has been wandering for eleven years.

As for the prison riot, small characters can run away, but some people still need to be hunted down, such as Zote.

He had been hiding in the layers of pursuit for eleven years. The special pursuit team of the Alan court had completely worn away his former violence and terror.

It made his character change drastically.

But it also made him more alert and cunning, and he became a complete...demon.

He heard some gossip from the east coast of the Principality of Bema, and found Marcus by smelling the smell.

"What are you doing here?"

Marcus subconsciously took two steps back, and in an instant, the horror that spanned history surged into his heart again.

The man in front of him, in terms of influence, is still the most wanted criminal in Alan today.

The only remaining eye of Zote had a warm eye socket, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw in the abyss.

"Marcus... I know I didn't misjudge you. Look at you now." Zote's voice trembled, and he put his hands on Marcus' shoulders. "I want to convert to the Church. What do you think? I can also serve the Dragon Lord. He really exists! I can do anything for him. We can still be like before!"

Marcus was speechless. Even though Zote was old, he was taller than the young Marcus.

He stood in front of the Dragon Lord statue, completely covering the candlelight and shrouding Marcus in darkness.

"Are you disobeying my orders?"

Zote's face was slightly distorted, and he asked in disbelief. The candlelight in the church was swaying slightly.

Marcus was still stunned and said nothing.

Zote choked a little, knelt down, grabbed Marcus's trouser legs, and spoke in a very pitiful tone.

"I beg you! I can do anything!"