The heresy trial ceremony was on the verge of going out of control.
Fran Belang had imagined all the possible variables in the heresy trial ceremony, and the biggest crisis he imagined was the failure of his divine spell. After all, using the Word of the Great God to identify heretics would be affected by many uncontrollable factors, and he was not strong enough to control the divine spell.
But he did not expect that the unexpected situation would come from the opposite direction: his divine spell had been strengthened.
Seeing the milky white halo spreading across the square, Fran Belang realized that the situation was getting out of hand.
He knew from the beginning that few civilians in the outer city of Louen could pass the test of the Word of the Great God.
The long-term lockdown had severely weakened the will of the believers, and the leaflets circulating in the city had shaken everyone's faith in the God of Holy Light. Fran Belang may not care about the lives of the people at the bottom, but as a senior priest, he at least knew how to win the hearts of the people. At least, he knew how weak the minds of the ordinary people would be under such circumstances. On the other hand, the Word of the Great God was an extremely harsh test. In fact, when the divine spell was first created, it was not meant to be used for heresy trials on ordinary people. The real purpose of the divine spell was to test the strength of the will of the clergy!
The purpose of using this divine spell to test the extraordinary on ordinary people and calling it a heresy trial was very simple: it was to ensure that everyone who stood against the church would be convicted quickly.
Therefore, the trial was not fair from the beginning. In fact, no matter who the soldiers caught in the square, there was a 99% chance that the person would be identified as a heretic!
The temporary bishop of Louen immediately cut off his support for the divine spell, but the situation did not change at all: the aftermath of the Word of the Great God had been strengthened by some unknown force. It was still spreading and had shrouded the heads of the people in the square!
The civilians were in an uproar, but it was too late for them to get out of the range of the divine spell. The white halo swept over everyone's head, and what happened next left every cleric at a loss. One by one, the civilians were identified as heretics by the divine spell!
As the halo continued to spread, the trembling and shattered light curtains formed a continuous line. Among those 'heretic' symbols, less than ten percent of the people could still maintain the stability of the Holy Light. And even for that ten percent, the light was dim and could be extinguished at any time. It could not be considered as having truly passed the test.
In the city of the Church, the whole city was filled with 'heretics'.
Fran Belang felt a wave of dizziness. The continuous broken light curtain was like an endless black tide rushing towards him. Through the dizziness, he saw an even more terrifying scene.
Not only did the halo spread to the commoners, but it also spread to the priests who were standing on the edge of the platform and receiving their punishment.
On the bodies of the Heavenly Priests, there were also light screens that were shaking and shattering!
Then, the Knight of the Church and the soldiers of the Church watched in horror and nervousness as they were enveloped by the halo of the divine spell. The next moment, the light veils on their bodies shattered, and ink-like black cracks spread all over their bodies.
"My Lord …"
The priests behind Fran Belang cried out in alarm. The interim bishop's heart skipped a beat. He tried his best to control his heartbeat so that it would slow down. But when he turned his head around, the terrifying scene made his breath stop in an instant.
Among the priests on the platform, among the priests from the Louen Cathedral, two respected assistant bishops were looking at him in despair. Beside them, a layer of dim Holy Light was gradually shattering, and the dark cracks were increasing in number.
The divine spell, which was supposed to only spread to the square, had suddenly been strengthened to affect the priests!
"Hold on to your faith!" Fran Belang could not help but exclaim. "Don't doubt your faith! Don't doubt what you are doing! "
After the exclamation, the temporary bishop suddenly recalled the scene he had just seen.
In the square, among the civilians closest to the platform, there were a few exceptionally bright and constant lights that suddenly appeared …
He had thought that those were the civilians who had a strong faith and were born with an affinity to the Holy Light. Although this situation was very rare, it was not unimaginable. But now, he finally realized the abnormality of this matter. Or rather, he should have realized it from the beginning, but the shock at the time made him lose his judgment in the most critical seconds.
Those lights were not the light emitted after passing the test of the divine spell, but the Holy Light! It was something similar to the divine spell!
"Cecil is in the square!" Fran Belang raised the scepter in his hand and shouted to the Knight and soldiers who were still panicking around the platform. "Go and catch those …"
His shouts came to an abrupt end, because when his gaze swept across the square, those suspicious people had already disappeared.
As soon as the situation started to get out of control, those people had already evacuated.
He only saw a few strange metal plates on the ground. The surface of those metal plates was floating with a bright, holy light, and waves of powerful divine spells were coming from those metal plates.
While Fran Belang was stunned, those metal plates finally seemed to be unable to withstand some kind of pressure. They crackled, emitted sparks, and some smoke. The holy light floating on the surface of the metal plates immediately dissipated.
As those strange "divine tools" stopped working, the divine spell that was spreading all over the square finally stopped as well.
But it was too late. The whole square fell into a dead silence.
Fran Belang stood on the tall wooden platform, maintaining a terrifying face like a statue. He looked at the civilians and priests who had also fallen into a daze. A question was running wildly in his mind.
When a heresy trial ceremony directly identified almost all the believers and priests in the city as heretics, as one of the only people who was not a heretic, what should he do?!
Should he chant the name of the Lord to purify the city of heretics? Or should he pretend that nothing had happened and pretend that the power of the Lord had failed once in a while?
For the first time in his life, Fran Belang hoped that the God of Holy Light would immediately send down a divine punishment and burn him to death. That would be better than facing the most difficult choice in his life.
But at this moment, a strange whistling sound suddenly came from the sky and interrupted the temporary bishop's life choice.
When he first heard the whistling sound, he was stunned for a moment as if he did not know what it was. But soon, he noticed the fear on the faces of the exiled Knight at the edge of the square. He instantly realized what the sound meant.
It was Cecil's people. Cecil's "divine fire" had broken in! Those Cecil's people had finally made their move!
Fran Belang was unable to suppress his ecstasy at this moment. It was as if all his problems would be solved with the descent of the divine fire from Cecil's people. He suddenly turned around and looked at the priests behind him. He saw the same ecstasy on the priests' faces as they regained their senses.
Cecil's people had finally used their weapons to attack the Holy City!
Whether it was the heresy trial that had gone out of control, or the doubts and antagonisms that had spread throughout the city, all of this would become a thing of the past. The moment Cecil's people attacked, all the mistakes that the priests of the cathedral had made would become embellishments before the heroic sacrifice. And Fran Belang … had long been prepared for this sacrifice.
He was indeed devout. The priests of the cathedral were also devout. From the very beginning, they had never been afraid of death. That wasn't just courage for show. They truly weren't afraid of death. Their faith in the God of Holy Light had long since seeped into their bones. Even the most greedy and selfish of them would explode with great courage when faced with the matter of "sacrificing themselves for the God of Holy Light."
"It's time to sacrifice ourselves for the Lord!" Fran Belang suddenly shouted. He raised the scepter in his hand high up, and a brilliant Holy Light gushed out from his back. "I will prove my devotion with my blood!"
The priests of the cathedral also shouted enthusiastically, "It's time to sacrifice ourselves for the Lord!"
The whistling sound in the air was getting closer and closer. Finally, it reached the sky above the city. Fran Belang's extraordinary eyes had already seen the appearance of the magical weapons wrapped in light green air as they flew in the air. He saw those things flying from the southeast of the city like falcons diving towards the ground. He could not help but squint his eyes slightly. He opened his arms towards those demonic weapons and silently waited for death to come.
The great belief of sacrificing oneself for the God of Holy Light encouraged him. His body trembled with excitement.
Then, those "divine fire" that flew from afar exploded in the sky above the city.
Accompanied by a sound that was much softer than the explosion of ordinary magic crystal cannons, the green air masses that flew into the sky above the city disintegrated and exploded one after another. The metal structures wrapped in the air masses were also torn apart. After those hollow cannons exploded, countless pieces of paper fluttered down from the sky.
Fran Belang squinted his eyes and opened his arms. He waited for a long time, but death did not come. He could not help but open his eyes in confusion. He saw that the civilians in the square were stretching their necks and looking at the sky.
A piece of paper fluttered down in front of his eyes. The temporary bishop immediately grabbed it. He looked at the thing that fell from the sky in confusion. What he saw was the familiar exquisite printed words:
"… The heresy trial is the biggest lie …
"… Sacrificing civilians and kidnapping civilians is no different from robbers …
"… The Holy Light should not be decided by the priests of the cathedral. The Holy Light belongs to everyone …
"Give up on meaningless resistance. The Cecil will treat all friends equally …"
Accompanied by the whistling and exploding sounds, more and more pieces of paper fluttered down. Fran Belang looked up at the sky in a daze. He felt that the pieces of paper fluttered down endlessly like snow.
The leader of the disciplinary monks finally reacted. This senior priest in a black robe shouted the only thing he could think of that might be able to salvage the situation.
"It's the evil magic of the Cecil people! The Cecil people used evil magic and the Devil's Contract to interfere with the heresy trial ceremony! They are the ones who destroyed the ceremony. This trial is annulled, annulled! "
The priests all shouted in agreement. Fran Belang regained some of his spirit amidst the shouts. He activated the Holy Light one last time and loudly announced the result of today's farce, "This heresy trial is temporarily suspended due to the influence of evil magic."
After that, the tall temporary bishop ignored everyone in the square. He completely forgot about the reactions of the civilians. He quickly led the priests through the gate of the cathedral area as if he was running away.
At the outer edge of the square, a pair of Amber eyes looked coldly at the farce in the square through the window of a house. The farce ended in the most appropriate way.
Fran Belang hid in the cathedral area. The bishops and priests of Louen City were still alive.
However, the Church of Holy Light in the southern territory was finally dead.
There was only one thing left to do.
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