Chapter 488： collapse (2/2)

Franberry stood on a high wooden platform and maintained a terrible face like a statue. He looked at the civilians who were also in a sluggish and rigid state, and the silent officials, running wildly in his mind. problem:

When a heretic trial directly identifies almost all believers and priests in the city as heretics, what should be done as one of the only, not heretical, people? !

Shouting the name of the Lord to purify the heresy of this city? Or do you have nothing to happen, when the power of the Lord has occasionally failed so once?

For the first time, Franberry’s life hoped that the **** of the Holy Light could immediately drop the punishment and burn himself to death. It is better to face the most difficult choice in life.

However, at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky and interrupted the temporary bishop's life choice.

He was sluggish for a moment when he heard the whistling sound, as if he hadn't reacted to what it was, but soon he noticed the fear of the exiled knight on the edge of the square, so he realized it instantly. The meaning of those voices.

It was the Cecil, the "Skyfire" of the Cecils came in! Those Cecils finally got started!

At this moment, Franberry could not restrain his ecstasy. All his problems seemed to be solved with the help of the Celsians. He turned and looked at the gods behind him. He woke up one by one. On the face of the sacred priest, he also saw similar joy.

The Cecils finally used their weapons to attack this holy city!

The out-of-control trial of heresy, the questioning and opposition of the spread of the city, all this will become a thing of the past. When the Cecils attacked directly, all the mistakes made by the priests of the cathedral would become generous. The pre-teaching embellishment, and François... has long been prepared for the martyrdom.

He is indeed devout, and the gods in the cathedral are also devout. They are not afraid of death from the beginning. It is not the courage to whitewash, but the true belief that death is not in fear of the **** of the light. In the bones of these senior priests, even the most greedy and selfish clerics will have a great courage in the face of the "main sacrifice".

"The time for the sacrifice of the Lord is here!" Franberry suddenly shouted, and he raised his scepter high, and the brilliant light spurted out from behind him. "I will prove my piety with blood!"

The gods and officials also shouted enthusiastically: "The time for the sacrifice of the Lord is here!"

The whistling sound in the air was far and near, and finally reached the sky above the city. The eyes of Franberry, who belonged to the extraordinary, had seen the magical weapons wrapped in the pale blue air flowing in the air. He saw those Things flew from the southeast of the city, like a falcon, and they couldn't help but squint their eyes and open their arms to the devil's arms, waiting quietly for death.

The great faith sacrificed for the Holy Light God encouraged him to make his body excitedly shivering.

Then, those "skyfires" that flew from afar burst on their own.

With a much smaller sound than the explosion of the ordinary magic crystal shells, the cyan air mass flying over the city one after another disintegrated, exploded, and the metal structure in the air mass package was also torn apart, and after the hollow shells exploded There are countless sloppy pieces of paper falling from the sky.

Franberry squinted and opened his hands. After waiting for a long time but did not wait for death, he couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion, but saw the civilians in the square stretching his neck and looking at the sky.

A piece of paper fell from the front of the eye, and the temporary bishop immediately grabbed it. He looked at the thing falling from the sky in confusion, but it was a familiar and exquisite printed handwriting:

"...the heresy is the biggest lie...

"... sacrificing civilians and the willingness to kidnap civilians. This kind of behavior is no different from robbers...

"...the light should not be decided by the gods in the church. The light is for everyone...

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

With a whistling and whistling sound, more and more pieces of paper fluttered down, and Franberry looked up at the sky with a sluggish look. He felt that the pieces of paper were as if they were snowing, and they were endless.

The leader of the Discipline monk finally reacted. The senior priest wearing a black robe shouted at this moment the only sentence he could think of that might save the situation a little:

"It's the evil magic of the Cecils! The Cecils used the evil magic and the devil's contract to interfere with the heresy ceremonies! The ceremony was abolished by the trial they destroyed, invalid!"

The gods and the regiments echoed in a loud voice. Franberry suddenly restored some spirits in these shouts. He last encouraged the Holy Light and announced the result of today’s farce: "This heresy is evil." The impact of the operation, temporary suspension."

Then the tall, temporary bishop directly ignored everyone in the square. He completely forgot the reaction of the civilians, as if he had escaped and walked through the gates of the church area with the gods.

In the outer edge of the square, a pair of amber eyes passed through the window of a residential building, watching the farce in the square in a cold and intimate form in the form of a farce.

Franberger hid back to the church area, and the bishops and priests of Lu'an were still alive.

But the Church of the Light on the land of the Southland is finally dead.

There is only one thing left to do now.