The Pope knelt before the icon in the small prayer room and prayed silently. It wasn't until the vibrations of the great magic array finally stopped and the warning signs in his mind were much weaker that he heaved a sigh of relief, pushed the door open and went out: "Someone is coming!" This time, the person came much slower than before.
Especially those subordinates who were particularly diligent and devout, their faces were pale and swaying, as if their whole bodies had been drained - the Pope also knew what was going on.
He was praying, and others were also praying. A large amount of holy power poured into the great magic array, and this glorious cathedral was saved.
He relies on the power stored in the triple crown to activate his magic. When these subordinates pray, they are actually using their own holy power reserves.
Such a high-intensity pumping can't drain someone dry!
"Go and see what's going on outside." He ordered sternly. A group of subordinates, with pale faces, cautiously approached the door, and then they exclaimed one after another: "Ah!"
"Oh my god..."
"What's going on..." The Pope closed his eyes slightly. It was miserable outside, he knew, but how miserable it was, how many people died, how many people were injured, and how many houses collapsed remained to be further investigated.
And, the backbone of the Holy See, the various dioceses, the Holy Knights, the Inquisition, the Dervishes, those legends and half-step legends, as well as high-level priests and high-level paladins... how many died?
How much hurt? How much more power can be mustered? These need to be quickly explored, and then the subsequent steps can be carried out step by step.
Normally, various agencies in the Glory Holy City should come over to report at this time. Why is it so slow?
Could it be that the losses they suffered were far beyond his expectation? With a heavy face, he nodded seven times on his chest, then returned to the small prayer room and prayed silently.
It wasn't until the evening of that day that news came back one after another: the great elder of the ascetic monks was missing and could almost be considered dead.
Most of the ascetic monks in the Glory Holy City were wiped out - almost all of the ascetic monks who walked around the streets, comforted and treated the people died on the spot; those who sealed themselves underground and in grottoes, Or ascetic monks in various inexplicable places, depending on the location and height of their residence, some escaped by chance, some turned into fly ash, and some left almost only a mark on the stone wall.
The Holy Knights' team stationed in the Holy City was training at the time of the incident and was almost completely wiped out. When the people from the cathedral passed by, only the grand leader was lying on the ground, vomiting blood and trying to heal himself, but he couldn't even call out the holy light.
The people from the Glory Cathedral helped him to a slightly cleaner broken wall and removed his armor and stomach. The skin inside was basically scorched black.
He tentatively used the healing technique, and as soon as the light fell, the grand leader immediately vomited another mouthful of blood... The people who were in the best condition were the people from various dioceses and inquisitions.
The cardinals, bishops, and lower-level monks of the diocese are basically in churches of all sizes. Some churches withstood the first wave of impact, with losses of only 40%.
In the northern part of the Glory Holy City, houses collapsed and the church was damaged. Half of the clergy inside were dead, and half were seriously or lightly injured. In the southern part of the Glory Holy City, relying on the protection of the Glory Cathedral, the church was not much damaged, and the clergy The fatality rate of personnel was ultimately no more than 10%.
The people in the Inquisition basically stayed in strong houses or even dungeons. Except for the research institute at the center of the explosion, which was completely wiped out and literally wiped out, the casualties of other people did not exceed 30%...
"Where are the people?" The Pope closed his eyes and took a long breath, his heart heavy. The high-ranking clergy are all in the strong fortress, and the casualties are so heavy, and the casualties of the people are even more unquestionable - and although the entire Holy City of Glory is nominally to worship the Lord of Glory and glorify the Lord of Glory, those devout believers , is still an indispensable existence.
They are needed to transport food and spring water; they are needed to clean the streets and make utensils; they are needed to provide all services to the clergy; and more importantly, without the prayers of devout believers, where can the richness accumulated in the glorious holy city come from? How can the Holy Power show the unique status of the Glorious Holy City as the Lord’s Holy Land?
"The people... suffered heavy casualties." The young bishop who summarized all the information and came to report lowered his head sadly: "The current statistics show that about 40,000 people died on the spot, and the number of people injured in the explosion was several times that With this number, the houses are basically destroyed and the people are homeless..."
"May the Lord bless the deceased and let them enter the Kingdom of Heaven directly." The Pope knelt in front of the icon and prayed in a low voice.
Then, he turned around and stood up, adjusting the triple crown on his head, with a deep expression on his face: "Let's go, children. Go among the bleeding people and the suffering lambs. The Lord is watching us, now, is It’s time for us to take care of her lambs for the Lord of heaven!” He leaned on the scepter and strode out.
Leaving the small prayer room and going to the meeting hall on the left side of the Glory Cathedral, the Grand Magistrate and the surviving high-ranking clergymen have all arrived, all in one place, all with ugly faces.
The Pope was the last one to take his seat. He glanced at the conference room, which was at least 30% empty, sighed secretly, and went straight to the point: "Everyone has seen what happened today. The Holy City has suffered an unprecedented disaster, and we have reached the most dangerous moment. Now, let’s take a vote: Do we want to activate [Holy Glory] to help the Holy City tide over the difficulties?” The priests looked at each other.
The magic of Holy Glory Illumination cannot be activated casually. Its consumption is really astonishing: it requires the leadership of the Pope, the full assistance of at least two legends, and the whole-hearted clergy of the entire Glory Holy City to join in prayer. .
For three days and three nights, without drinking or eating, only by channeling the power of the Kingdom of Glory can sufficient results be achieved. During the last plague pandemic, the previous pope launched the [Holy Glory]. Afterwards, he vomited a lot of blood and went to the Kingdom of God not long after he survived.
But this time, throughout the Holy City, high-level priests suffered heavy casualties...
"We can't hold on... there are only so many people left..."
"Yes, and there are too many people injured..."
"But, if we don't activate a large-scale divine spell, what will we do with so many injured people in the city? Are we going to watch them die?"
"Cough, cough..." The grand leader of the Holy Knights was also carried up, lying on the ground, breathless: "Still, if you have to activate divine magic... there is no way... If even the people in the Holy City don't Save... us... us..."
"I agree to activate the magic." The Grand Inquisitor's face was so gloomy that ink dripped from his face, and the short staff he held in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.
This explosion, no matter what the cause, always detonated from the research institute under the jurisdiction of the Inquisition. Colleagues questioned the Grand Inquisition for not doing a good job and allowing foreign enemies to sneak in and cause such great damage.
In this case, the tribunal must use the great magic to erase the previous mistakes.
Besides, if something happens to this pope again, won’t the next pope have to seek help from the Inquisition when he takes over?
The three elders agreed, and the matter was settled. That night, the holy bell in the bell tower of the Glorious Cathedral rang out loudly, and the light on the church spire shined brightly, making the entire holy city as bright as day——
"My lord!"
"My lord!"
"Our Lord has come to save us!" The people who were injured in the explosion, with broken bones, bruised flesh, and blood all over the ground, cried and shouted, crawling towards the streets, trying to expose themselves to the night sky in order to better protect themselves. Bathe in the Holy Light.
Even the injured who looked directly into the bright light at the moment of the explosion and were completely blind listened to the cries of the people around them and were full of hope. They raised their heads to bear the night wind with their faces: "My Lord..." Clean and magnificent , the intense holy light shot out from the golden disk in the hand of the Pope, from the big book in the hand of the Grand Inquisitor, and from the long sword in the hand of another high-ranking cleric.
Sacred and majestic, they merge with each other and reflect down. Any injured person who is illuminated by the light will have their wounds healed, their fractures restored, and their bleeding stopped.
The injured's breath began to stabilize, the pain subsided, and they even began to help each other to get up: "Captain--Captain--Lord..." At this moment, a shrill cry tore through the neat and pious... prayer.
Next to the dying leader of the Holy Knights, who was lying at the door of the Glorious Cathedral, a young knight knelt with a look of panic on his face.
His hands were bloody, and he tried desperately to block the wound on the captain's body, but he couldn't. The holy light was everywhere, and the charred flesh on the captain's body quickly faded, then grew, healed, and then quickly blistered again. , ulcerated, blackened, healed again, ulcerated again... At first, the skin was ulcerated, and gradually, the muscles rotted away, and pieces fell off piece by piece at the slightest touch.
The young man reached out to hold it and went to play it back, but he could not get any help from the leader. He watched helplessly as his skin and flesh rotted and his blood gushed out...
"Lord -" More screams, sporadically, sounded from various places in the Glory Holy City. The skin was ulcerated, the muscles were rotting, the internal organs were burning, and he was vomiting blood... all kinds of problems appeared one after another.
The Pope was hanging high in the sky, overlooking the scenes in the Holy City, and his cheeks couldn't help but twitch: What is going on?
what is happening! Not only can so many people not be cured, but they are getting worse and worse... What is going on?
Could it be that the attack during the day was the arrival of the devil, and they were all contaminated with the devil's aura, so they were not tolerated by the holy light?
If the Pope could see Gretel's paper, he would probably
Be mentally prepared for the situation where "the more you treat it, the worse it gets." But it is a pity that Gretel's paper was strictly blocked by the Magic Council. Except for a very small number of magicians who are qualified to study radioactive materials, no one else even knew that such a paper existed.
But even so, it did not prevent the spies lurking around the Holy City from being proud and sending a clear message back: "The sun fell in the Glory Holy City! This city has been punished by their gods!"
