Chapter 517 Ascension

Chapter 518 Ascension

Twenty minutes later.

In the secret prison underground, it was like a market.

In this spreading chaos, demons invaded the city, the guards left their jobs, and the criminals rebelled happily.

Torches were held high everywhere, and the prisoners set clothes and sheets on fire, sawed open the cages, broke the shackles, and set off a carnival in the prison.

And in the center of countless noises and screams, on the high platform made of dozens of tables, a voice preached passionately.

"Friends!"

The old voice roared: "We meet here today, working together to resist Ludovico's ****! We have paid such a great price and sacrifice! We need to remember this moment of victory!

"Victory! Victory!"

The prisoners in the carnival shouted: "The moment of victory!"

"So, are we for money? For honor? Or for power? "

On the dozen tables, the perverted old man in a tattered and dirty skirt clenched his fists, his hair and beard standing up, and shouted fanatically:

"No, it's for the most precious thing in a person's life, for freedom!"

The prisoners, whose heads were full of stimulants, alcohol and banned drugs, screamed in ecstasy: "Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!"

"Let us continue the struggle! Let us wave the flag of freedom! Let us move towards a great new era!" The old man shouted: "Fuck the Pope!"

The crazy prisoners screamed and responded like thunder: "Fuck the Pope! Fuck the Pope! Fuck the Pope!"

"Very good!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Come on, bring up Ludovico's minions! "

Soon, the warden, who was tied tightly on the broken cross, was carried up. There were broken wood piled up around as firewood, and someone poured fuel and strong liquor from nowhere on it, which smelled pungent.

The warden was pale.

"Mercy! Mercy!" He screamed, "I'm innocent!"

"Bullshit! Can you fool me!"

The perverted old man in women's clothing jumped down and pointed at his nose: "I can tell whether you are telling the truth or a lie with my toes!"

"Everything I said is true!"

The warden wanted to cry but had no tears: "It was originally the order of that damn bishop! He just ran away! I'm just a poor man! Brothers, I haven't done anything to let you down! Forgive me, it's all the fault of that damn bishop! Forgive me! Forgive me!"

"Really? "

The old man took two bottles of wine and poured them on him, leaving a little in his stomach, his eyes were bleary and his tone was doubtful..

"Really! Really!"

The warden nodded like pounding garlic.

"Then let me ask you!"

The old man raised his voice, pointed at his nose, and said solemnly: "If you dare to tell a lie, you will pay the price for your lies today!"

He paused and asked in a sacred and solemn tone:

"-Is it good-looking when I wear a skirt?"

"..."

In an instant, all the noise disappeared.

Dead silence.

What was he saying just now?

The prisoners looked at the old man in confusion, including the warden on the cross. But the warden didn't dare to speak, because the old man still held a match that had just been lit in his hand.

"Tell me! Is it good-looking!"

The old man brought the match closer and shouted fiercely: "If you dare to lie, I will burn you! "

The warden burst into tears, completely collapsed, and opened his mouth to speak.

At that moment, a roar sounded.

It was as if the angry gods from the nine heavens had sent down angry thunder to kill this damn blasphemer. Amid the continuous roars, the earth shook, and everyone staggered and stood unsteadily.

And at the loudest bang, the ceiling suddenly broke, and a whistling and heavy black shadow passed through the layers of barriers and fell on the ground at the bottom.

Boom!

Smoke and dust flew, and gravel flew.

Everyone fell to the ground.

An extremely heavy thing fell from the sky, smashing the layers of ceiling, and it actually fell to the bottom?

And the warden who was tied to the cross was almost hit by that thing. Sitting at the bottom, smashed into a meat pie, after surviving a near-death experience, his face was pale and he was almost about to faint.

Soon, the sound of steel rubbing against each other was heard.

A burly figure walked out of the smoke, suffocating everyone.

Templar!

It was the Templar!

The huge Gospel armor brought a terrifying deterrent force, making everyone dare not speak, awakening from the frenzy, with eyes kicking.

The Templar looked around, confirmed that there was no threat, nodded, and waved upwards. Soon, a rope condensed from ether extended down.

A white-haired young man in a robe slid down the rope and landed on the Templar's shoulder. He looked around and frowned:

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

"..."

"Who is Archbishop Albert?"

He asked again, but it was obvious that this time he did not wait for an answer, but ejected several moonlight lines to directly search for memories from their brains.

In the end, his sight fell on the old man in women's clothing.

"Mr. Albert? "he asks.

Albert seemed to be still drunk and not sober. He tilted his head and looked at the visitor in confusion: "You are looking for me? Are you here to join our team?"

"...Aren't there any normal people at the top of the cult?"

The young man curled his lips and sighed, "Rejoice, you have a good subordinate. Follow me, Mr. Albert, your central temple is waiting for you."

"real?"

Albert was stunned for a moment, then jumped up excitedly, came over and hooked Ye Qingxuan's shoulder: "You told me earlier! I thought you were sent by that little bitch Ludovic to kill me!

Oops, by the way, this little brother, you look really nice, as if you’ve seen him before somewhere! It's a pity that he looks a bit like the unlucky guy who assassinated the Pope, but it doesn't matter.

Anyway, with the chaos like this, no one cares who you are. By the way, when are we leaving? "

"immediately."

"Then you have to wait for me."

Albert waved his hand, "I still have some business to do here."

As he spoke, he took out a match from his pocket, lit it, and waved it in front of the warden with a serious face: "You didn't answer me just now! Tell me! Do I look good in a skirt?"

The warden had completely collapsed, crying and nodding: "It looks good! It looks good! Your Majesty, you look great in a skirt!"

Then, Albert's smile disappeared.

Became cold and indifferent.

Like iron stone.

"Silly."

He loosened his fingers and let the match fall:

"——You look better in a skirt."

No longer paying attention to the warden who was screaming in the fire, he turned around and grabbed the rope. Under the pull of the pulley, under the dull and admiring eyes of the prisoners, he rose slowly, under the guard of the Templar Knights. left.

After a long, long time, someone finally reacted and pointed in surprise at the hole where the faint light fell:

"——The boss has ascended to heaven!"

"Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven! Ascend to heaven!"

Amidst the cheers of a crowd of 'freedom fighters', a dirty and torn skirt floated down from the rip and danced in the air, like a butterfly flying into the flames.

Burned to mad embers.

——

"This world is changing so fast."

Archbishop Albert was wearing prison uniform and sitting where he once was, with blood still under his feet. Several loyal subordinates patted his shoulders and rubbed his legs, serving him meticulously.

Rubens struck a match and lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth. The cigar was found from Rembrandt's corpse and had a sweet smell when smoked.

As a result, his face was hidden in the curl of smoke.

“In just a few days, the host of the Silent Institution died at the hands of his loyal subordinates, and the Pope was stabbed to death during his New Year’s sermon.

Without a backer, the Archbishop of the Temple is no better than a dog. He is imprisoned by his new boss and wears women's clothing every day to act like a fool in order to beg for his favor.

Before I got drunk, the Holy City was filled with singing and dancing, and everyone was looking forward to the coming new era.

But I just slept for a while, and the Holy City turned into this ** that had been ravaged dozens of times.

Horrible.

Now, the man suspected of killing the Pope has bailed me out, once again entrusting the important institutions of the Holy City into my hands. And this guy, in just half a month, jumped from a formal musician to a master..."

He stared at Ye Qingxuan and exhaled the heavy smoke:

"——Don't we no longer need reason and common sense in this world?"

"If I have learned anything in the past half month, it is probably this: This world has its own logic and reason, and those who cannot keep up with it will be crushed by it and thrown into the dust."

Ye Qingxuan replied calmly: "So, after experiencing some things, I decided to run in front of it."

Albert was silent for a long time, took off his cigarette, threw it into the pool of dried blood on the ground, and sighed softly: "Talk about your conditions, young man.

At this point, neither you nor I can change the reality.

The changes of the big era are not affected by small people like you and me, but now, we can at least decide where it will turn.

Tell me, you are ready to dedicate the Holy City to the Hundred Eyes in exchange for unparalleled achievements. Or do you plan to turn the tide, use the mantis as a chariot, and be a hero for a few minutes? "

"neither."

Ye Qingxuan shook his head: "It's up to the big shots to think about what this world will become. I just want to find someone in the Holy City."

"Find someone?"

Albert was stunned, and for a long time, he laughed, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or Ye Qingxuan.

"You actually...just want to find someone through the barrier?"

He shook his head dejectedly: "I'm sorry, young man, as you can see: the Great Barrier of the Holy City has been broken into a sieve.

All basic functions are stagnant, and the balance of the four realms of all matrices is completely disrupted. Even if I give you the highest authority now, all you can get is a superficial shell.

****...My whole life's hard work, and now there is only a shell left? Those bastards..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at his frustrated look and shook his head:

"It's broken, it can be repaired."