paranoianovel Chapter 764 Holy Relics
Chapter 764 Holy Relics
Chapter 764 Holy Relics
"Hu! Hu! Hu!"
Twelve combat monks, with hammers, flails and revolvers on their waists and wearing monk robes embroidered with "T"-shaped crosses, slowly came over, carrying heavy iron boxes and shouting uniform slogans.
These combat monks are huge in size, with muscles that bulge out their monk uniforms.
They are the Franciscans, also known as the Brothers Minor, which is considered an orthodox branch of Catholicism. Because they pursue asceticism, live a simple life, and often carry out charitable activities, they are considered the most popular religious order in Mexico.
They stopped before the Archbishop and put down the heavy iron box with a "T"-shaped cross printed on it.
Archbishop Michael placed one hand on the box and prayed devoutly.
President Porfirio wanted to urge them on, but seeing the pious eyes of the knights and monks, he had to suppress his anxiety.
The iron box contained a relic left behind by St. Juan of the Franciscan order - an obsidian sword.
It was originally a sacred artifact left by the last Aztec emperor "Cuauhtémoc", who was also the most powerful jaguar warrior of the Aztecs at that time. In order to kill this last monarch, the Spaniards lost countless monks and paladins.
The obsidian sword he left behind later fell into the hands of San Juan. After years of consecration, it has become a holy weapon, just like the holy spear wielded by the Knight of Glory in the legend, but its level is undoubtedly much lower.
The old pantheon of the New World is undoubtedly much more advanced than the primitive religion of the African natives, but it is much more backward than the Nordic, Greek and Roman pantheons.
What's more, the holy spear in Jeanna's hand originated from the Nordic god Odin. In the Aztec pantheon, only the artifacts left by the five sun gods can barely compete with it.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you."
“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.”
"Holy Mary, pray to the Father for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death!"
The knights sang the Hail Mary in unison. As the singing began, a magnificent bell sounded from nowhere, and countless illusory holy flames formed into winged little men, chanting the "Hail Mary" in unison.
The chanting became louder and louder, and a dazzling holy light seemed to descend from heaven, painting the entire world golden. A statue of the Virgin Mary with Latin appearance could be vaguely seen slowly emerging in the golden light.
Countless Mexican soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt down to pray devoutly.
The golden light turned into rain and fell on the wounded. Many limbs were burned to charcoal. The seriously injured who were wailing and waiting to die, their dry skin cracked, revealing a layer of new bright red flesh.
"Praise the Father, praise the Virgin Mary!"
The patron saint of Mexico is Our Lady of Guadalupe, an image of the Virgin Mary. Many Mexican Indians who originally clung to their old beliefs were inspired by the miracles of the Virgin Mary to embrace Catholicism.
San Juan was the first priest to witness Our Lady of Guadalupe with his own eyes. Only such a saint could subdue the Obsidian Sword, the Aztec "holy object" full of primitive colors.
The dazzling golden light caused many Texas Rangers to feel a burning pain on their bodies.
Compared with the holy light shining when Jeanna is in the "holy body" state, the one produced by the Mexican Church is still far inferior, but for the vast majority of wolves, it is still a terrifying force that is difficult to bear.
As Lothar watched this scene, he felt as if time and space were being distorted, as if he had returned to the Middle Ages. The enemy and us had switched places, with the enemy becoming the devout "Crusaders" and us becoming the abominable pagan demons.
Mexico is such a country with a strong medieval legacy, with church properties crisscrossing the country and local warlords ruling one side. It is no longer a republic, but has become modernized after overthrowing the "tyrant".
If this were true, ancient Rome would have been the most modern of nations.
Baron Charles covered his eyes with his hands and stared at the dazzling holy light through his fingers: "The enemy also has holy objects!"
"Guys, those heretics stole the false grace of God from somewhere, but now they are undoubtedly standing on the opposite side of the true 'holiness'. Let these guys see how pious we are!"
But below, thousands of cavalrymen from the medieval world who were undergoing trials shouted, "In the name of God, in the name of Saint Losa!"
"May God bless our king, and may his virtue flourish. May the kingdom last forever, and may great fortune prevail. May the empire last forever, and may all things be glorious."
They sang in unison the song adapted by Losa from "God Save the Emperor Franz" with fanatical expressions. The "power of faith" brought by the attention of the crowd flowed to Losa like a trickle.
At the same time, Archbishop Michael had opened the steel box and took out an ancient obsidian sword from it - it was a weapon with a wooden hilt and blade, and densely packed obsidian teeth wedged into the blade.
Even when bathed in holy light, it still gave people a weird and murderous feeling.
After the archbishop held the sword in his own hands, his aura became much heavier, and his white robes instantly turned red, which "symbolizes the coming of the Holy Spirit." However, the bishop's red robes looked evil.
The archbishop slowly raised his head. The holy light that filled his body suppressed his personal will to the point where it almost disappeared, leaving only the unwavering determination to "eliminate demons and defend the way of justice."
"Give me your head, dragon!"
His voice was hoarse, and for a moment he seemed to be identical to the "evil demon" who had struggled to resist the Spanish invaders hundreds of years ago. The obsidian sword in his hand was raised high and chopped down heavily.
The next moment, the holy light lingering in the air gathered on the sword tip like a giant whale drinking water.
The three-headed dragon shouted in fear: "Boss, this guy is not easy to deal with. If you don't fight back, I will run away!"
"That's right, boss. With our current strength, we are no match for this human paladin."
boom--
The terrifying holy giant sword swept towards the dragon in the sky.
The archbishop turned his head slowly, seemingly not considering the possibility that the dragon could survive his sword. Instead, he focused his attention on the real enemy in his mind - the evil demon Guderian who had easily dealt with the necromancer sect.
Prajna looked at this scene, but she was not nervous at all. The restraining effect of Shenghui on her was very obvious. She might not be able to withstand that sword, but for Losa now, it did not pose much of a threat.
Just heard a loud bang.
A terrifying dragon flame that was countless times more fierce than before swept out in an instant.
The clouds in the sky dissipated, and the flames seemed to place the entire world above them and began to bake.
The golden light of the holy sword dimmed when it was halfway into the dragon flame, and was instantly swallowed up by the surging, endless dragon flame. Its momentum did not decrease at all, and it swept towards Archbishop Michael below.
At this moment, the expression on Archbishop Michael's face froze.
“Holy!”
Countless paladins and combat monks held up the Holy Light Shield, like an upside-down eggshell, to keep the dragon flame out, but they soon realized that the Holy Light was being consumed too quickly.
They were like a wet sponge stepped on by a giant, and the holy light was rapidly dissipating and disappearing.