In the Name of the Queen

Light, so beautiful.

When the first ray of morning light awakened the world, Christine burst into tears, and her fatigue and bruises were swept away.

The madness of last night seemed to have never existed, and only the blood dripping on the goddess statue told the fierce battle of last night.

The light favored her again.

This time it was not from the goddess, but the resonance caused by Roland made her light constitution completely awakened.

If your heart is towards light, why do you need others to give it to you.

Christine has never been so firm in believing that light is on her side.

Since you want to deprive her of the power of light but fail, it means that Tia is a false god. If you can't deprive the power of the heretics identified by her, what else can you do if not a false god?

Since Tia is a false god, she is the enemy of light.

"I will personally fight against the false god Tia and let her pay the price for her usurpation. Her filthy soul fragments will be burned forever in the bath of light, and she will never have peace."

You are worthy of you, Christine.

Roland thought silently, if you want to be cruel to a woman, it must be another woman.

But he had no sympathy for Tia.

The decisive battle on the day of return was not a dinner party, but a life-and-death struggle.

If Tia won, he and Christine would end up even worse.

There is a saying that is often used in battles in the field of faith, "Death is the greatest mercy to you."

This is by no means an empty statement, but a real cruel struggle.

Roland hugged Christine, feeling her restored body curves and beating heartbeat, with light in his eyes.

Except for a trace of stigmata on her face and the real growth she had last night, Christine has restored her beautiful physical state when she was seventeen years old.

Roland did not ask her why she kept a trace of stigmata, he knew it was intentional.

Restoring the body to its original state is a farewell to the unbearable past, and keeping the stigmata is a remembrance of the past pain.

The door of the prayer room slowly opened, and as expected, there were several cardinals and fully armed templars standing outside.

Almost all the high-level officials of the Court of Light are here.

"Bishop Martin, what's going on?"

Christine was as majestic as ever, and asked coldly: "I don't remember calling you to a meeting."

"Yes" Martin was sweating profusely, at a loss.

A thick big hand stretched out from behind, and pulled Martin, a fence-sitter, back violently.

As expected of a fence-sitter, he retreated to the back of the crowd with just a slight push.

Roland almost couldn't help laughing.

Martin can maintain almost the same appearance as more than a hundred years ago, and his strength should not be underestimated. At least he has the combat power equivalent to the peak of the fifth rank, enough to fight Sophia before the Battle of White Mountain.

Such a strong man was almost thrown out of the door by a casual push.

This old guy is really good at acting.

Roland will not be angry at Martin's smoothness.

At least this guy is still hesitating, but other rebels will directly ride on his face.

It goes without saying that the crimson intimate contact in the prayer room last night made Tia lose her mind, and she couldn't wait to send down an oracle to other clergymen, asking them to clean up the mess.

Gods cannot directly use power to interfere with the material plane, but there are loopholes in any rules, and they have the power to guide believers in their cultivation.

Sending down divine power for believers to understand is also a kind of guidance.

Believers who have obtained divine power are of course loyal to the gods, and the gods will handle the affairs of the material plane through them.

Tia's spokesperson before was Christine.

No one is more devout than her in faith and more loyal to the goddess's orders.

Until Roland appeared.

Tia couldn't accept Christine's betrayal, so she punished her by depriving her of power.

According to Roland's speculation, Tia probably just wanted to warn Christine, and didn't want to kill her with one blow.

If she really wanted to kill Christine, she wouldn't wait until today to let others deal with it.

If Christine calmed down and thought about it carefully, she would definitely figure it out.

However, she chose to go to extremes.

Roland glanced at Christine, whose eyes were as calm as water, and felt a little cold in his heart.

He had guessed wrong again.

Christine was so smart that she could guess that Tia was warning her and hoped that she would give in.

This directly touched her bottom line and was the greatest insult to her.

Trust that is not absolute is equal to absolute distrust.

Tia was angry about Christine's incomplete loyalty, and Christine was also extremely disappointed by Tia's incomplete trust.

Some things are dirty if they are dirty; some things are pure, even if they are only stained with a little dirt, they feel dirty.

Christine felt that her true love was misplaced, so she was so desperate.

Roland's brain was working fast, reviewing the past when he and Christine knew each other.

Fortunately, he never doubted Christine, and he trusted her absolutely even when she held all the military power.

It was this trust that allowed him to replace Tia and become the last white moonlight in Christine's life.

Roland felt a chill in his back for no apparent reason.

Christine was indeed extreme. She would fight anyone who let her down.

The chill passed in a flash, and Roland breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he didn't let her down, he would worry about the hammer.

What he should worry about were these idiots who were forcing the palace.

They thought Christine had lost all her power and could be manipulated at will, but they didn't know that she controlled a purer and more powerful light power than before.

These rebels kept jumping, and they would be liquidated later, and no one could escape.

Roland took a half step back and handed the stage to Christine.

"Bishop Mus, you have gathered so many people, I guess there must be something important."

"Your Holiness, I heard the voice of the goddess this morning. She asked me to gather all the believers in the Holy City and make important matters public."

Roland lowered his head slightly, fearing that he would not be able to hold back his laughter.

Christine looked solemn, seemingly calm, but there was a "hidden worry" between her brows.

Roland silently gave her full marks for her acting skills.

Although he knew the answer, he was almost fooled by Christine.

This feeling of weakness that was forced to be supported was so vivid, and the acting skills were amazing.

But it's normal to think about it. As the leader of a professional charlatan, it would be strange if he couldn't act.

Looking at Christine's expression, Cardinal Mousse had no doubts at all.

How could the oracle of the goddess be false, not to mention the abundant power bestowed by God.

If Christine hadn't accumulated too much prestige over the years, he wouldn't be so polite.

Since it was confirmed that Christine had no power at all and the goddess gave her powerful power, it was natural to expose Christine's holy appearance that was deeply favored by God in public.

Disgrace was just the beginning, the stake was her final destination.

The saint who was burned at the stake was not the first, nor the last.

Pope? How could someone abandoned by the goddess be qualified to be the Pope?

He, Cardinal Mousse, who was deeply favored by God, was the new Pope!

Mousse's supporters stared at Christine, trying to find flaws in her expressions and movements.

Although Christine concealed her feelings very well, it was difficult for others to see, but not them.

Which of the cardinals who were also professional charlatans was not an old actor?

They could see Christine's weakness at a glance.

Several cardinals exchanged glances with each other, unable to hide their ecstasy.

Christine had been the Pope for more than a hundred years, and the wealth she had accumulated was unimaginable.

As a person favored by God, Mousse took the political legacy, and other benefits naturally had to be divided among them.

Even Christine herself was a legacy they coveted.

She is high above, she is holy as jade, such a woman is enough to arouse the desire to conquer even if she looks ugly.

Not to mention she is so beautiful.

There are many flesh torture stakes waiting for her before going to the stake.

Even those cardinals who are too old to raise their guns do not want to miss this opportunity to trample on the proud saint of the past.

Martin, who was at the end of the crowd, walked silently with his head down. At an angle where no one noticed, he secretly stuffed a small paper ball to Roland.

Roland glanced at him with some surprise, but Martin's eyes drifted into the distance, blank and absent-minded, as if nothing had happened just now.

I underestimated this guy.

I thought he was a guy who changed his mind with the wind, but I didn't expect him to bet against the wind.

Some things, no matter how secretive they are, will inevitably be exposed. Martin is indeed taking a huge risk.

Knowing that Christine "lost all her strength" but still betting against the wind, what does Martin rely on?

Without time to think about these, Roland quietly rubbed the note while everyone's attention was on Christine.

"Strip in public."

This sentence without a beginning or an end, even looked a little rude, but Roland understood it immediately.

Martin was reminding him that Mousse was going to expose the fact that Christine was abandoned by God in public.

The corners of his lips slightly raised, and he gave Martin a look that was in control.

Even if Martin didn't remind him, he was already prepared, and even set a trap for the other party.

But Martin's warning was not meaningless, at least he could get ashore safely.

Several cardinals and dozens of saints surrounded Christine, and some people stared at Roland intentionally or unintentionally, fearing that he would suddenly attack.

When they were about to arrive at the Holy Light Square, Cardinal Mousse stopped and looked at Roland.

"Roland, although you are an honorary knight, your faith is not single-minded. You don't have to listen to the next oracle."

"Nonsense."

Roland sneered: "The title of Knight of Light was given by the previous Pope and certified by the Goddess. You are not qualified to point fingers at me."

Mousse knew that Roland would say this, but he was not angry. He even raised his hand to stop the Templars who surrounded him.

He looked at Roland with a smile and said calmly: "Your Highness, since you want to listen, then come."

He narrowed his eyes and forcibly concealed his murderous intent.

He knew that Roland would protect Christine.

This pair of dogs and bitches really have an affair!

Although the holiness of His Holiness the Pope cannot be questioned, there are many ways for women to make men happy.

There are many saints in history who are only half virgins.

They do retain that layer of membrane, but some use magic to repair the membrane, some raise their hips and pant loudly, some kneel on one knee but not pray, and some use their broad minds to accommodate the passion.

The last item was indeed a little difficult for Christine, who was particularly open-minded, but the other items were not difficult for her at all.

If these two people were not having an affair, I would have tied myself to the stake!

Bishop Mousse thought viciously.

Since Roland wanted to die, then let him do it.

Since he had the goddess's blessing, it didn't matter if he offended several powerful countries.

Mousse strode forward and took the lead in walking towards the Holy Light Square. Other cardinals and churches surrounded Roland and Christine followed behind.

Martin, who was squeezed in the crowd, wiped his sweat fiercely when no one was paying attention.

He risked his life.

He was indeed taking a risk.

Reason told him that Bishop Mousse did not lie, and the goddess did send down the oracle, but there was still a voice in his heart roaring, don't go against Lord Roland! Don't go against Her Majesty Christine!

He vaguely felt that they would never sit and wait for death.

He was originally just a white-robed priest who had not been promoted under the previous pope for more than ten years. He originally thought that his life would end in such a mess until he met Roland.

It was originally just a greeting and a few words of high emotional intelligence, but Roland appreciated it.

It was precisely because of the trust of Roland and Christine that he rose from the lowest level of a priest to a cardinal, and occupied the fifth seat in the Bishops' Joint Conference.

Second only to the Pope, Honorary Knights, Presiding Judge and Archbishop Mousse.

His mother taught him from a young age not to be ungrateful. Although he was tactful, he always remembered his mother's teachings, even though she had been dead for many years.

Besides, when has Roland ever suffered a loss?

Even if he becomes the enemy of that terrible woman, he can still walk down the White Mountain in style.

Who is Mousse? He can bring down Roland and Christine?

Martin didn't believe it.

The most important thing for those who are able to adapt to the wind is to have good eyesight, and Martin believed in his own vision.

When he walked towards the Holy Light Square, his waist, which was still a little rickety, suddenly straightened up, and his whole body became energetic.

Mousse has already prepared everything.

Hundreds of thousands of believers in the Holy City were temporarily summoned by the sound of the alarm bell, and the order at the scene was somewhat chaotic.

But after seeing Christine and others, the believers instantly became quiet.

As the pope, Christine has supreme authority, and she has long been the spokesperson of the goddess. No one dares to question what she says.

She has accumulated power over the years, and although she looks a little embarrassed, no one dares to doubt her.

Although there are already some rumors, no one dares to jump rashly until the facts are revealed.

Archbishop Mous thought he was sure of victory, so he naturally didn't want to talk nonsense. He directly raised his right hand, the scepter in his hand glowed with milky white holy light, and the goddess's shadow appeared above the holy light.

The believers were so excited that they knelt down one after another.

This is an oracle!

Mousse loudly conveyed the goddess's edict, "The hypocrite Christine has lost her faith, is not loyal to the goddess, is inconsistent with her appearance, insults the gods, deceives superiors and subordinates, seeks personal gain, has a corrupt lifestyle, and is promiscuous with men and women. relation."

Every word he said cut into people's hearts like a knife.

Everyone was shocked.

They thought that Mousse would rely on the oracle to seize power and even liquidate Christine, but they didn't expect that this would be a big move.

Every time he said a word, Kristine's face turned a little pale.

Without Roland's support, she might have collapsed on the stage.

Seeing Roland supporting the "holy as jade" Qingxiu Pope without any hesitation, the people in the audience suddenly realized.

The oracle mentioned the promiscuous relationship between men and women, and it was actually that adult.

Seeing that Christine had no strength to resist, Mousse couldn't hide his pride and continued to announce the oracle.

"Deprive Christine of her power of light, remove her from the position of pope, and leave it to the chief judge to decide according to law."

After reciting the oracle, Mousse looked at Christine with a little more pity and ridicule.

"Sinner Christine, what else do you have to say?"

Christine, who was originally pale, suddenly pushed away Roland who was supporting him and let out a hearty laugh.

"Sinner Mousse, do you know what is the crime of falsely preaching the oracle?"

"Fake oracle?!" Mousse was stunned for five seconds before bursting into wild laughter.

"Are you crazy? Who dares to falsely preach an oracle?"

"you!"

Christine put on the three-eyed crown handed over by Roland, raised the scepter of light, and said lightly:

"You said the goddess deprived me of the power of light, then what is this?"

Dazzling holy light poured out from the top of the scepter, forming a shadow in the sky.

The phantom has no real face, but it is holy, beautiful and majestic, and is more solid than the phantom of the goddess that Mousse just summoned.

"I don't know what tricks you did to forcefully summon the phantom of the goddess. But you seem to have forgotten that devout believers cannot look directly at the gods. Even if the goddess comes, ordinary people cannot see the true face of the gods."

"You, what did you say? Why didn't I know!" Mousse was a little panicked. Big beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. His mind went blank and he could only speak harshly.

"Of course you don't know, because you are not familiar with the scriptures at all!"

Christine struck hard, "It is recorded on page 913 of Volume 3 of the Canon that only those blessed by God can look up to the glory of God with humility."

“It is recorded on page 95 of Volume 4 of the Canon that God loves the world and is afraid that God’s glory will burn ordinary people, so he does not show his true face to others.”

"You are ignorant and incompetent, but you fabricated such ridiculous lies. This is why you were exposed!"

Christine's tone gradually became colder, and her hands trembled slightly.

Roland knew that what she said must be true.

The scriptures are there, and if you look them up you will know whether they are true or false, and it is impossible to lie about them.

Christine was excited because her piety had been betrayed. Mentioning the countless treasured scriptures, it was Mousse who was exposed, but it was himself who was hurt more.

Holding the scepter high, Christine said coldly: "Believers, the power of the goddess is irresistible. If I lie, the power of light I control will naturally be no match for Mousse. If he lies, the fabricated shadow will instantly disappear. Shattered.”

"Mousse, stand up and accept your fate!"

Mousse broke into a cold sweat, but let out a sigh of relief.

He didn't understand where Christine got the power of light, but that didn't matter.

Could she be stronger than the power given by the goddess?

Mousse raised the scepter confidently and said with a sneer: "You will know who is true and false in one try."

The two of them summoned the power of light at the same time and sprayed it towards each other.

There is no skill, it is just a pure competition of strength.

The power of light summoned by Mousse and Christine's own power collided in the air.

The two forces were deadlocked in the air, and Roland's palms were full of sweat.

The restrictions of the return day apply to everyone, including the goddess, so the projected power cannot exceed the limit, and the power controlled by Christine has reached the ceiling.

There is no reason to lose!

Although the power given by Tia is strong, it depends on who uses it. Mousse is a waste and cannot be controlled.

The cardinals who turned against him were also a little nervous, but they were still calm in their hearts.

There is no reason to lose!

This is the power given by the goddess. How could she lose to a mortal?

There is no trick in the confrontation, and the absolute power determines the outcome.

With a crack, the scepter in Mousse's hand cracked, and the shadow behind him gradually became unstable.

And Christine took advantage of the situation and suddenly increased her strength.

In full view of the crowd, the "goddess phantom" behind Mousse swayed, rippled, turned into bubbles, and disappeared.

"No! Impossible!"

Mousse fell to the ground, staring blankly at the cracked scepter, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out fiercely.

He lost.

He lost with the power given by God.

Of course, he didn't understand that the power given by God didn't belong to him after all, and it was not omnipotent.

He chose the most stupid strength to fight, how could he win against Christine who was risking her life.

The last clear consciousness in his mind controlled his actions, and he bit the pill in his mouth fiercely.

However, before the pill was swallowed, Christine had kicked him in the lower abdomen.

Christine pinched his cheek, squeezed out the pill, and said coldly:

"Without my will, you actually want to die?"

"Chief Judge, Templar, take down all these rebels. You were deceived by the traitors, and you are innocent. But the person who pretended to be the goddess must pay the price!"

The chief judge, who had been as pale as death, suddenly came to life. He pounced on him like a tiger descending from the mountain, and firmly held down another cardinal who was about to escape.

The Templars rushed forward and took down all the cardinals.

Martin, stunned, stood in the crowd, watching this amazing change, his body shaking constantly.

The sky is changing. (End of this chapter)