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Jiang Lu didn't want to waste time. He looked at the fewer Red Cross soldiers around him and asked, "Are you all ready?"
"Yes." Giovanni nodded: "It's ready."
"Then let's go."
"Where are they?" Giovanni pointed at the two of them.
"Bring it with you, it will come in handy."
Soon, the group came to the city wall outside Castel Sant'Angelo.
Castel Sant'Angelo had been captured without bloodshed. When the soldiers heard that Clement VI had been caught, they surrendered with little resistance. A few extremist believers were also controlled.
Seeing Clement VI being dragged out by Jiang Lu without any resistance, they were stunned for a moment, and then they had no choice but to accept their defeat.
Only the extremists questioned him angrily.
"We were about to fight to the death, why did the Pope surrender first?"
Clement VI looked complicated and sighed in his heart.
You... don't even know what we are facing...
According to Jiang Lu's instructions, all the holy water had been put into stronger iron barrels and loaded into the stone cannon.
Giovanni frowned at this time and said: "I just tried it. Unless it hits something, the holy water inside will not explode. If you want to let the entire Vatican bathe in it, then It’s almost impossible.”
"Of course I have considered this. Don't worry, just learn from it."
The three brothers listened to the conversation between the two and whispered.
"He wouldn't want to use a firearm to blow up the barrel, would he?"
"How do you explain this weapon?"
"This is easy to explain. Just leave it to the God of Redemption. The key is whether you can shoot accurately? What level of firearms proficiency does this require?"
Hong Chuang looked proud: "It doesn't matter. With the blessing of my magic circle, Qingying throws the flying knife and destroys it."
Qingying said silently: "Have you all forgotten that you can't use skills in this spiritual realm? What should I throw?"
"Uh... Doesn't that mean I can't use spearmanship? I can only rely on my own aiming?"
"hiss..."
The sword-wielding man who had experienced clearing levels inexplicably stared at Jiang Lu's back seriously: "Let me see what you will do this time."
At the same time, Jiang Lu also started performing.
The bells of Castel Sant'Angelo suddenly rang.
People throughout the Vatican heard the majestic bells. Whether they were sick, healthy, dying, or alive and kicking, they walked onto the street and looked at Castel Sant'Angelo.
They saw Jiang Lu standing at the highest point of the city wall at a glance.
"Good afternoon, people of the Vatican!"
After he stood on the city wall and shouted, the Red Cross soldiers under the city wall conveyed the same words to the outside world.
According to the city walls, city towers, city gates, Ponte Sant'Angelo, and finally through the Red Cross soldiers scattered in various centers of the streets, Jiang Lu's words reached the ears of every Vatican people.
People began to talk about it.
"Who is this?"
"do not know..."
"The person next to him...is the Pope?"
Only those waiting in St. Peter's Basilica were surprised.
“He really did it…”
"Your Majesty the Pope!"
"He's going to save us!"
Jiang Lu, who was standing on the city wall, continued to speak as he watched the ant-like black spots increase in number.
"The person next to me is Clement VI. Come and say hello to everyone."
"..."
"He seems to be shy, so I will apologize to everyone on his behalf. First of all, he told you that this plague is because God wants to test your loyalty to him, but what I want to say is..."
Jiang Lu said word for word:
"This is a complete lie! God doesn't care about you at all!"
This sentence suddenly triggered a riot in the Vatican.
"You should have noticed that even though those around you, or you, are loyal, they still cannot recover from illness until they die.
You may also doubt whether your sincerity is not enough, or whether you have made any mistakes. Let me tell you now, you are not wrong, it is God who is wrong! "
No one has ever questioned God, and Jiang Lu's words undoubtedly had a great impact on them.
People were extremely frightened and eagerly hoped that the Pope around Jiang Lu, whom they had always respected, could say something.
But Clement VI could not say anything.
Because Hasmore told him the truth.
His faith did not collapse when he held the Red Cross flag high in Florence, did not collapse when he was caught, and did not collapse when Hasmore surrendered and obeyed Jiang Lu, but after learning the truth and learning that he was the The villain who helped the villain finally collapsed.
Apart from death, he couldn't think of a way to atone for his sins, and he didn't understand why Jiang Lu brought him here.
However, Jiang Lu's next words answered his doubts.
"However, Clement VI discovered the problem in time. Through the angel, he found another god, and that god named the God of Redemption found me again and asked me to save you! Now, It’s time for me to fulfill my promise!”
Clement VI was shocked: "Why do you..."
Not only him, but everyone on the city wall looked at Jiang Lu in surprise.
"I never thought about it that way, but I saw the regret in your eyes. Everyone can make mistakes. I hope you can use this remorse to clean up these messes."
Jiang Lu, who simply thought Clement VI could be a mascot and wanted to rely on him to solve unnecessary troubles in other areas, said nice things.
"I...I know what I should do..."
However, because Jiang Lu did not lower his voice and deliberately wanted everyone to hear it, the microphone below transmitted the words intact.
"What do you mean?"
"The Pope's fault?"
People started talking again.
Jiang Lu's expression changed and he yelled: "You're going to tell everyone about everything, right?"
"Uh...why is this guy so anxious?"
"have no idea..."
"So the plague has something to do with the Pope?"
Jiang Lu realized that he couldn't talk nonsense.
Taking a deep breath: "In short, Clement VI has joined our Red Cross Society.
From now on, there will no longer be Catholicism, but only the Red Cross Society that believes in the God of Redemption and helps the wounded!
And I am the new Pope, Jiang Locke I!
Lift your head, open your mouth, and the holy water will wash you thoroughly! "
After speaking, he ordered the soldiers beside the stone cannon: "Fire the cannon."
Boom boom boom.
As if to celebrate the coronation of the new pope, dozens of stone cannons fired all the iron barrels filled with holy water into the sky above the Vatican like a salute.
At the same time, Jiang Lu ordered: "Hasmore, send them to everyone!"
Before he finished speaking, a real angel appeared in the sky above the Holy Angel Castle along with the raging flames. The red-gold flame hung above Jiang Lu's head, like a huge crown.
And those three pairs of flawless white wings protected Jiang Lu.
Holy angels guard Jiang Lu!
The appearance of Hasmore immediately dispelled people's doubts.
They may doubt Clement VI, or they may doubt Jiang Lu, but they will not doubt angels or miracles.
“Seraphim…Seraphim also appeared when Jesus ascended!”
People exclaimed excitedly.
"No..." Someone noticed the difference.
"Legend has it that when Jesus ascended to heaven, six-winged angels who displayed divine virtues came to perform miracles. But this Jiang Luoke directly summoned the angels and ordered them to do things for him... They are different. The two are completely different!"
“He is holier than Jesus!”
While people were sighing at the miracle and rejoicing that they had survived to this moment, Hasmore had already followed Jiang Lu's instructions and shot out several golden rays of light.
These rays of light caused Tietong to explode in the air.
Under the precise control of Hasmore like a scalpel, the light will not destroy the activity of the holy water. Instead, it is like a big warm hand, holding every drop of holy water falling from the air, spreading to those who subconsciously raised their heads and opened their mouths. mouth of the patient.
The stone cannon kept firing.
Iron barrels kept exploding in the air like fireworks.
It rained holy water from the sky.
People who are sick are surprised to find that the pain on their bodies is relieving and the dark spots are gradually fading.
They drank the holy water even more hungrily.
Some of the drippings on the ground were not wasted. People drank endlessly and walked around, packing the holy water and soil and taking them away for dinner in the evening.
The priest of St. Peter's Basilica clasped his hands on his chest and shed tears of gratitude in the direction of Castel Sant'Angelo.
"May the God of Redemption bless you, the great Jiang Luoke I..."
He prayed silently.