quicksilver blood

Chapter 190
It was late at night, but the holy city of Frankfurt was still brightly lit.

People wear heavy clothes that cover their hands and feet and walk together on the streets of winter nights.

Although traveling at night is not in accordance with Tyr's teachings, only today is an exception.But only today, nocturnal walk will not be regarded as a kind of obscenity, but sublimated into a tribute to Tire.

Because this is a sacrificial ceremony for saints and a reenactment of miracles.

There is a two-meter-high brass brazier every tens of meters along the street, illuminating Frankfurt at night like daytime.

It is the clergy of Tyre who watch over the brazier so that it does not go out.

They wear priestly robes and do the most formal attire, as if they were celebrating mass in church at the beginning of each month.

But there is only one difference, that is, their hard scarves have all been replaced with a strong red like blood.

"Ektrahil's steel whip fell, and Frankfurt's back opened."

"Frankfurter walks in handcuffs, shouting the name of Thiel on his knees."

"His knees were frayed to the bone, his heart was exposed to the air."

"He walked and left blood on the ground. The people of the city knelt on the ground, touched the blood of Frankfurt with their foreheads, and kissed the ground where he walked."

The priests of Tyre pressed their hands tightly to their chests, sang in unison with solemn expressions.

What they sang was the daily routine of St. Frankfurt's legend.

When Tire first became a god, he actually didn't have many followers.His followers are not even a ten-thousandth of what he was when he became the Sun King.

Because not everyone believes that the Sun King has become a god.Most people thought he was dead, and those who claimed to be followers of the sun god were nothing more than lame liars.

As a result, Frankfurt, the most loyal believer of Tell, was persecuted in this small city built on a high mountain.

He was expelled, imprisoned, flogged, and caned by the lord here, Ektrasil, but none of this stopped him from preaching to the residents of this unknown town.

This unnamed small city was the highest place in the Sun King's territory at that time.It was here that Tyre became a god—of course, in the eyes of others, he should have died here.

Because of Frankfurt's preaching, as more and more people began to believe in the so-called "Sun Church", it even interfered with the normal order of the city in the end.So Ektrasil was finally irritated.

He ordered the guards to hold Frankfurt to the city gates, threatening to whip him on the back with a steel whip dipped in salt.

However, Ektrasil was a benevolent lord.At the same time, he was also concerned about his own reputation, and he didn't want Frankfort to be beaten to death on the street.

So he promised Frankfort with the last mercy that if Frankfort declared to the people that what he had said before was a lie and proved that there was no God Tyr, then he could be released.

Frankfurt agreed.

But on the podium prepared by Ektrasil, he spent half an hour chanting Tyre's holy name to the assembled people.

Because of his desperate feat, the small mountain city completely boiled for a while.

Ektrasil was completely irritated by Frankfurt.He picked up the steel whip and lashed Frankfort's back mercilessly.

He said angrily: "If there really is a god, then ask him to save you! Ask your god to cut the rope that binds your feet, break your shackles, and ask your god to use my steel whip. Beat me!"

However, Frankfurt said, "My life has come to an end. I just want to die and be buried in the light."

He begged Ektrasil to wait until the sun rose in the morning before killing himself, but Ektrasil was already furious.

"Then you live! I'll hit mine, you live yours, live until the sun rises and you can die in the morning light!"

It was late at night.A tiny crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

Ektrasil asked the guards to pull Frankfort to the gate of the city, and whipped the back of Frankfort kneeling on the ground facing the east with a steel whip.

He smoked, and Frankfort crawled forward on his knees.

On the ground covered with fine gravel, his knees were quickly worn out.

In order to illuminate the way ahead for Frankfurt in the dark moonlight night, people spontaneously held torches and stood on the road in front of Frankfurt.

In this way, Frankfort climbed to the heights with serious injuries that normal people should have died long ago. Finally, when he reached the highest point, the sun just rose.

At that moment, Frankfurt became the Holy Spirit.The injuries all over his body disappeared in an instant, and he ascended to the sky under the eyes of everyone.

Not to mention his injuries, the amount of blood shed on the ground in Frankfurt alone was as much as [-] people.

This is without a doubt a miracle.

Ektrasil was also influenced by this, recognized the holiness of Tell, and later even became a saint as great as Frankfurt.

The biography of St. Frankfurt tells such a story.The holy city of Frankfurt is also named after it.

After Frankfurt, there was the sacrament of light burial.For all the canonization of Tyre, a light burial must be carried out.

After Claude was buried naked, he would forever be remembered as a saint of Tire.

But this will not be what Claude wants to see.

If he had a choice, he would rather not have anyone know about it.So quietly stay in Sivir's kingdom of God forever.

His belief is not for fame and fortune, otherwise, his soul would definitely not be so pure.

As a loyal believer of Sivir, he lived for Sivir and fought for Sivir, but he will be recorded in the annals of history as a follower of Tyr after his death.

Not to mention that Claude would not agree, even Sivir would not agree.

Although Jupiter IV claimed to be negotiating with Sivir, less than half a day after he delivered the oracle to the cardinals in the morning, he announced in the holy city of Frankfurt that he would hold a ceremony in the early morning of the next day. funeral news.

In such a short period of time, there was simply no time to discuss with Sivir.

In fact, he did not discuss with Sivir.

But he just prayed quietly in the dome cathedral like this, as if nothing happened.

It wasn't until night fell that the old man slowly left the domed cathedral and walked straight to the altar in the center of the city.

Not to mention negotiating with Sivir during the whole process, the old pope didn't even change his prayer posture.

He walked step by step towards the red city illuminated by the flames, his expression not changing at all.

"People cried out for light, and Tyr gave them light."

"Tel gave the light to the people equally, and people should also give the light of themselves to others."

The old pope didn't know who he was praying to, or just blessing himself, his voice became old and deep.

"The night is long, and I have begun to pray."

"The sun always comes."

He repeated softly, his eyes as deep as an abyss.

　My thumb is cramping again... I can't type at all QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)