Chapter 30 Durdafo: I have no objection
“Father Durdafo!”
Looking at the black-robed monks holding the fat priest’s head and crying bitterly, Horn’s cerebellum was numb It's going to shrink.
You, a priest, stay in the monastery on rainy days, drink fermented grape juice, and play with the boys!
What do you want to do running around outside?
Severe dizziness hit Horn again. He had already entered a state of difficulty breathing, and even his eyelids couldn't stop blinking.
Biting the tip of his tongue hard, Horn forced himself to wake up. He couldn't sleep through such a critical moment.
“They killed the priests and priests!”
“My Messiah! Arrest them quickly, otherwise the church will definitely blame us.”
Some of the refugees screamed, but red-bearded Townley and other secret parties could not really take action.
If a high-ranking member of the secret party with a witch guard dies in their hands, he will not be able to save his nine lives.
The secret party is very cruel to traitors.
In the eyes of secret party members such as Townley and Chilvis, this group of people was obviously here to rescue the witch.
It’s just that these top secret party leaders were all radicals, and they didn’t do anything lightly, and they actually beat Durdafo to death.
Now all the original plans were disrupted.
If we take action against this group of secret party, then if the secret party pursues them, they will be finished.
If these people are let go, then if the Archbishop of High Castle pursues them, they will still be finished.
"Jeanna, kill them all!" Horn lowered his hoarse voice and said in Jeanna's ear.
"No, no."
Horn thought that Jeanne's Madonna disease had returned, and whispered: "They have never seen a miracle, so they will definitely think you are a witch. , now is not the time to be soft-hearted.”
"No, I really can't do it."
At this moment, Horn discovered that Jeanna's body was actually trembling slightly, and even the electric light was much smaller than before.
"It's the aftereffects of the holy water." Jeanne's voice was trembling. "The mental pressure of using magic against the holy water is too great. I have a hunch that if I continue to use it, I may lose control."
Why at this time!
Horn almost fainted. He held Jeanne's shoulders and gasped for air.
At this moment, the remaining villagers in the battle gathered around and protected Horn in the middle. Except for the two boy soldiers Rene, Duvalon and Jeshka, all the other villagers were dead.
More and more refugees came out of the darkness, armed with hammers, flails and pitchforks, and blazing torches in their hands.
In the distant woods, on the paths, and even on the high walls of the monastery, torches were erected.
In just two minutes, the number of refugees had increased to more than one hundred.
Originally they were afraid of Jeanne's lightning, but now that there were so many people on their side, they immediately became bolder.
Looking at the frightened and malicious eyes in front of him, Du Valon stood up first.
“Listen up, you guys, this person beside you is the Eye of the Holy Father, the possessor of the Holy Father, the son of Myrcella, the Resurrectionist, the destroyer of the devil rabbit, the great grandson—— Horn!”
“If you don’t want to offend the authority of the Holy Father, let us, the chosen ones of the Holy Father, leave immediately!”
Hearing Du Valon’s words, these refugees started to panic. Laughed loudly.
“Hahahahahaha, if you are the chosen ones of the Holy Father, then I will be the Saint Burley!”
"Where are you kid? Don't talk nonsense, or you may end up in Hell."
"Wait, look at his neck!"
I don't know who suddenly shouted.
At this time, the rain and wind had gradually weakened, and torches were erected, illuminating this small area.
Following Madeleine's voice, everyone looked at Horn, who was being protected by the Lightning Witch. It wasn't until this moment that they really saw Horn's face and his neck.
No matter how dim the light is, the dark red thorn scars can still be seen on the neck of the man in front of him.
How come this scar...is so similar to the stigmata in the portrait of Myrcella?
The prophecy of the Chosen One that has been circulating in the Thousand River Valley region for hundreds of years popped up in everyone's mind.
"The white light on the rainy night represents the death of our Lord, granting him the stigmata, the chosen Pope!"
There are fifty-one large and small dioceses in the empire, with a population of hundreds of millions. Almost every diocese and every kingdom has a pope.
But only in the Qianhe River Valley, no one has been elected as the pope since the Qianhe River Valley became the territory of the empire.
Countless Qianhe Valley people are looking forward to the day when a pope from Qianhe River Valley will be able to reverse their situation.
This is why Qianhe Valley people love "offering auspiciousness" and "pilgrimage".
Even people from the armed peasant and lord classes are keen on the "Children's Crusade", a religious activity with a very low chance of survival.
They are extremely eager to have such a pope to lead them out of difficulties!
These visions formed the prophecy and ballads among the people of Madeleine: "The white light on the rainy night, the death of our Lord, gives him the stigmata, the chosen pope!"
Look at the man in front of you! Looks like!
White light on a rainy night, it is a rainy night now, and beside him is a woman glowing with white electric light.
My Lord’s death, the only thing Myrcella can call a death is the beheading.
Give him a holy mark, but the man in front of him actually has a scar on his neck that looks like a beheaded and reattached scar!
In addition, the prophecy made by the blind female fortune teller some time ago predicted that the pope would appear in the world within three days and would punish the evil Durdafo.
And today happens to be the third day.
As for the punishment, although it is a bit severe, I believe Duldaf will understand.
He himself has no opinion, what can others say?
Is the person in front of me really the predicted Pope?
The refugees who were originally about to pounce stopped, and even looked at the young man who was not tall and strong with some reverence and fear.
The Chosen One, is the Chosen One really here?
"This, this, no,..." Madeleine, who was wearing a leather cloak, couldn't help but gape.
But soon, tears filled his eyes.
Unlike those timid refugees, Madeleine really wanted to punish the greedy priest.
He had worked in the monastery's warehouse before. He knew what kind of life Durdafo lived. He knew that Durdafo had enough food for everyone, but he still had to save it. With.
As for the reason, of course it is the soaring food prices after the floods receded.
Now the evil Durdafo has been defeated, and the person who defeated him conforms to the prophecy in almost every way.
Having listened to Juanno's lectures, he knew that the so-called prophecies were actually in vain.
In his opinion, even if there is such a naturally chosen pope, it must be Dean Juanno.
But this seemingly miraculous coincidence still made him unable to help but waver - perhaps, the young man standing next to the thunder and lightning in front of him was the legendary chosen pope.
“Are you really the Chosen One?”
The field fell silent instantly, both the Gulag Monastery refugees and Horn himself were waiting. Horn's answer.
Under the spotlight, Horn lowered his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to answer, but that he couldn’t hold on anymore.
He raised his head with all his strength, nodded at Madeleine, and then his vision went black and he fainted.
ps Sorry, I was stupid. I thought Chapter 30 was uploaded on time, but in fact it was just saved in the draft box.
(End of this chapter)