quicksilver blood

Chapter 461 Chaos

The atmosphere in Frankfurt today is particularly heavy.

The results of the first round of voting are out.However, beyond people's imagination, Cardinal Sira, whom they support, did not receive the required majority to be elected Pope.

And even more than that - Sira didn't even have a single vote.

Such a situation can't help but make people despair.

They have seen the ability of the Cardinals to do things before.These believers of Tire are wavering at the moment, and their only hope is Sira, who has been pressed into the dungeon because of offending Jupiter IV and has not made a move so far.

Only Sira has the possibility to save them.Sira is the only one who bears the last hope.

However, the situation in front of them can't help but make them despair.

The three cardinals who appeared in the first round of voting were not unfamiliar to them. On the contrary, they grew up in the holy city of Frankfurt and knew the faces and personalities of the cardinals well.

"Buying and selling priesthood! Blasphemers! You are going to hell! You liars!"

A stout man, about two meters tall, with arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs, roared almost furiously in the crowd.

He roared at the priest announcing the results of the first day's vote, a roar audible a street away, like a raging lion.People around the man covered their ears in panic and fled in all directions.

The thin priest just wanted to refute a few words, but when he saw the man glaring at him suddenly, he trembled violently.

But fortunately, the priest heard clearly that this man insulted himself!

"Ride, knight!"

The priest looked around in a panic, retreating again and again, and shouted in a sharp and hoarse voice like a castrated rooster: "Put him in prison! This little thief insulted a priest! Knight! Grab him! Quickly!" ! I suspect that he has slandered the reputation of the College of Cardinals! Catch him!"

Immediately, some knights came forward, but another knight suddenly realized who this man was, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

But it's too late.The moment they saw the heavily armed Templars approaching, the crowd fell into chaos.Exclamations, curses, and voices calling other people's names sounded one after another. Some people wanted to leave, some wanted to move forward, and the crowd suddenly huddled together.

The tall man like a lion was also a little bit at a loss.He stood in the crowd, looked at the chaotic crowd, frowned several times and wanted to say something, but finally pressed back.

What really set off the terrifying chaos was a crossbow bolt shot out from the side.

A crossbow made of ice flashing with scarlet light suddenly shot out from the crowd, shot into the priest's lung from the side and rear, and pierced obliquely upwards from the collarbone.

The timid and mean priest did not die because of this.Because of a forward impact, he couldn't help kneeling on the ground, scratching the cold crossbow arrow with his right hand, wanting to pull it out but dared not.

"Tyl... wish..."

The priest opened his mouth, struggling to say something, pressed his right hand on his chest, and the aura of divine magic flickered slightly.

But just as his magic was about to strike, dark red flames of negative energy suddenly gushed out of his body, completely engulfing him.

The next moment, the dark red fireball suddenly shrank inward, and then exploded instantly!
The priest's body exploded instantly.Under the kinetic energy of the explosion, the fragments of meat and bones sprayed all around, punching a shallow crater in the Templar's armor.Ordinary people without armor were embedded in their faces with bone fragments burning with dark red embers, howling and trying to buckle it off, but before that, they lost their strength and fell powerlessly to the ground, lost live.

The tall man finally couldn't bear the chaos in front of him.He took a deep breath, trying to direct the chaotic crowd.But at this moment, a sharp dagger pierced in from behind him, interrupting his unspoken roar.

As soon as the dagger pierced through, it was firmly stuck by his suddenly tightened muscles.If it was an ordinary assassin, he would probably have to give up his weapons and retreat into the shadows again.

However, the assassin who appeared behind that man did not have the slightest sense of being an assassin.He laughed wildly, jumped like a child, and shouted in an exaggerated voice: "Johnny! Immortal Johnny! You are my childhood idol!"

The next moment, a golden light flashed on the assassin's hand.The blade of the sword instantly became sharp, piercing through the middle-aged man's body without hindrance, and piercing out from the lower abdomen.Then the assassin laughed and fled away.

That is magic.It can only be used by gods in the field of [Sword], and it is a divine art called Sharpness Art.

Johnny could recognize the owner of the sword just by the color of the blade coming out of his body.

Although the thin golden color resembles the color of Tyre's holy fire, in fact, it is not the golden color of the sun, but the golden color of gold coins.

"pull--"

Even though Johnny's roar was rolling in his throat, dragging out a long trill that resembled a battle cry, the assassin didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.

He even took the initiative to appear in front of Johnny.Scratching his nose, he raised his right hand and greeted enthusiastically: "Good morning! This is the first time I see you! Immortal John—Johnny! I wonder if you will be as procrastinating as you were just now!" shouting out in a long voice, 'I'm Johnny!'"

However, Johnny ignored him.

His face was heavy, and his face was full of anger: "Are you finally shameless! Are you going to do it? La believers! You are actually working with the cultists-are you planning to declare war on Tyre!"

"No, no, no, no, how could we declare war like His Majesty Tyre? We are righteous knights who believe in the sun!"

Imitating Johnny's growl, the nervous man with trembling eyes opened his arms and made a gesture of embracing the sun with his back to Johnny.

Johnny was not polite when he saw this, and when he made a wrong step, he charged directly.He just raised his fist, intending to hit the back of the head of that clown-like psychopath.

But at this moment, a sudden sharp pain came from his back, and Johnny couldn't help but stop his charge.

His expression was heavy.

The moment he rushed out, he felt a terrible crisp sound coming from his back.

Johnny could feel that the guy directly strangled one of his kidneys the moment the dagger pierced through him.But he didn't expect that he actually stuck the sword on his spine.

"...What exactly do you want to do?"

Johnny frowned tightly.

If he was 20 years ago, at this moment he would probably rush forward without hesitation.But now that he had a wife and a daughter, he was no longer the knight who could show up for Tell at will.

"Hey! You said it well! What do I want to do... I don't know myself! Just have fun!"

The man who seemed to be a believer in Ra, but who was almost completely crazy gave Johnny a thumbs up, laughed, and stretched out his hand: "Let's play a bombing game—"

Johnny watched the rich golden flame condense into a point in the palm of that lunatic, and his pupils couldn't help constricting violently.

The premonition of death struck instantly.

(End of this chapter)