Blood of Mercury

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

People walk in groups in heavy clothes that cover their hands and feet, walking down the streets on winter nights.

While traveling at night does not conform to Thiel's teachings, today is the only exception. But only today, nocturnal travel will not be regarded as an obscene act, but sublimated into a tribute to Tyre.

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

Every tens of meters by the street, there is a two-meter-high brass brazier, which illuminates Frankfurt at night like day.

It was the clergy of Tyre who kept the brazier from going out.

They wore sacrificial robes and dressed in the most formal fashion, as if they were at Mass at the church at the beginning of each month.

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

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

"Frankfurt, shackled and handcuffed, walked on his knees, shouting the holy name of Tyre."

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

"He walked, leaving 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 he walked."

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

What they sing is the daily use in the biography of St. Frankfurt.

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

Because not everyone believed that the Sun King became a god. Most people thought he was dead, and those who claimed to be followers of the sun **** were nothing more than crappy liars.

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

He was expelled, imprisoned, whipped, and caned by the lord of the place, Ektrahir - but nothing stopped him from preaching to the inhabitants of this little-known town.

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

Because of Frankfurt's mission, as more and more people began to believe in the so-called "sun religion", it even disturbed the normal order of the city. So Ektrahir was finally provoked.

He had the guards hold Frankfurt up to the city gate, threatening to whip him in the back with a salted steel whip.

However, Ektrahir was a benevolent lord. At the same time, he is also concerned about his reputation and does not want Frankfurt to be killed in the street.

So with the last pity he assured Frankfurt. If Frankfurt tells people that what he said is a lie and proves that there is no God in Thiel, then he can be released.

Frankfurt agreed.

But on the podium prepared by Ektrahir, he spent half an hour shouting the holy name of Tyre to the assembled people.

Because he can be called a fatal feat, the small mountain town was completely boiled for a while.

Ektrahir was completely incensed by Frankfurt. He picked up the steel whip. He mercilessly pulled towards Frankfurt's back.

He said angrily: "If there is a god, let him come to save you! Let your **** cut the rope that binds your feet, smash your shackles, and let your **** use my steel whip. Hit me up!"

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

He begged Ektrahir to wait until the sun rose in the morning to kill himself, but Ektrahir was already furious.

"Then live! I beat me, you live yours, and you will die in the morning light when the sun rises!"

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

Ektrahir asked the guards to pull Frankfurt to the city gate, and whipped the back of Frankfurt, who was kneeling on the ground facing east, with a steel whip.

He twitched, and Frankfurt crawls forward on his knees.

On the ground covered with fine pebbles, his knees quickly frayed.

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

In this way, Frankfurt 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.

In that instant, Frankfurt became the Holy Spirit. The injuries all over his body disappeared in an instant, and he rose to the sky in front of everyone's eyes.

Not to mention his injuries, the amount of blood that Frankfurt shed on the ground alone amounted to thirty people.

This is no doubt a miracle.

Ektrahir was thus influenced, recognized the sanctity of Tyre, and later even became a saint as great as Frankfurt.

St. Frankfort tells such a story. The holy city of Frankfurt is also named for this.

After Frankfurt, there was the ritual of light burial. Whenever Tyre is canonized, a light burial is necessary.

After Claude's light burial. He will live on forever as a saint of Tyre.

But that wouldn't be what Claude wanted to see.

If there is a choice, he would rather not have anyone know about it. Just stay quietly in Sivir's kingdom of God until eternity.

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

As a loyal believer of Sivir. He was born for Sivir, fought for Sivir, and after his death he will be recorded in the annals of history as a follower of Tyre.

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

Although Jupiter IV claimed to be discussing with Sivir, just less than half a day after he conveyed the oracle to the cardinals in the morning, he announced in the holy city of Frankfurt that a parade would be held in the early morning of the next day. funeral news.

such a short time. It was too late to discuss with Sivir.

In fact, he did not discuss it with Sivir.

But he just quietly prayed in the dome cathedral, as if nothing happened~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Until night fell, the old man slowly left the dome 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.

Step by step, he walked towards the red city that was illuminated by the fire, and his expression did not change at all.

"People call for light, and Tyre gives them light."

"Tyre will give light to the people equally, and people will 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 low.

"It's been a long night, and I've started to pray."

His eyes were as deep as abyss: "Tail said, sooner or later, the sun will always come." (To be continued.)

PS: The thumb is cramping again... I can't code it at all QAQ