king of ros

Chapter 73
"Quickly, pile up the furniture and don't let them in."

Amidst the fuss, the guards of the sacred hall of Hagia Sophia hurriedly piled up all kinds of furniture in the church behind the brass gate on the other side where the sound of knives and axes kept coming.

Although no one pointed it out, everyone in the church knew that it was a critical moment of life and death. As long as the brass gate protecting everyone was broken, there would be an extremely tragic killing, and most of them were the ones who failed. By.

There were mobs who wanted to climb into it through the big windows of the church, but it was all death. Every window had a guard handle, and the screams of the reckless fell gave the nervous people a little comfort.

Many people are ready to fight to the death. They are not afraid of death, but only afraid of the discovery of the basement where their family members are hidden. They pray silently in their hearts, hoping that God can satisfy their humble wishes, and that their death is enough Keep the thugs satisfied.

The metropolitan of Ilarion was wearing armor under the uniform of his servants, and on top of the original set of chain mail, he also put on scales, which made the metropolitan feel a little strenuous. He was not like this before.

Ilarion climbed to the position of metropolitan from the wilderness of Rose. In the place where the authority of the Grand Duke is difficult to radiate, if you want to spread the gospel and save your life, you need not only a mouth, but also a strong body and the battlefield. The mastery of the way.

"I'm going to kill again. After so many years, I finally returned to this way and picked up my old buddy again. May God bless you."

Putting aside thoughts about the decline in physical condition, now is not the time to think about these things, pick up the gold and silver inlaid mace, this weapon is always carried by the metropolitan's entourage, many people regard it as a simple ceremonial guard, but In fact, this mace has followed the Metropolitan for decades, and now it is only inlaid with gold and silver. In the past years, it has smashed the heads of countless pagan fanatics.

Holding this mace, Hilarion seems to have returned to his youthful years, when he was full of energy, without the slightest awe of the wilderness of Ross, and his mind was full of challenges and desires for change.

It's just that Rose's boundless wilderness finally made him realize the reality. It is impossible to change this land full of paganism with his own blood. He can only climb higher and lead this land from a higher position. Everything can prompt Ross to enter the heaven of the Lord.

So he picked up words that he had never cared about, and he wrote many articles, which were all about God's redemption and the human soul, and they were dedicated to the Grand Duke who ruled Kyiv, and the Grand Duke valued them, and he took a fancy to write down Ilarion of these articles.

As a result, Ilarion became the first Ross metropolitan of Ross. He spared no effort to spread the gospel of the Lord, and sent more missionaries to the wilderness to promote the conversion of the Ross people. Under his governance, the Ross church flourished. .

In order for his career to proceed better, he established a good relationship with the eldest son of the Grand Duke who ruled Kyiv after the death of the Grand Duke. Everything should have developed like this, and everything should have been extremely smooth, but the death of the eldest son of the Grand Duke broke everything. , and what follows is what we know.

After completing these memories, Ilarion looked at the mirror in front of him, saw his well-maintained skin, a slightly rich body, and gold, silver and jewelry all over his body in the prosperous life in Kyiv. Ilarion suddenly realized that he had Things to avoid and not think about are now in front of him. When did he, who used to be connected to the wilderness with the ground as his bed and the sky as his cover, be so pampered?

The metropolitan of Ilarion suddenly felt hot on his face, and he actually neglected his own penance and training. Is there any difference between him now and those fat-minded monks in the imperial capital?The moral sense of being a devout Christian whipped Ilarion, making the Metropolitan feel extremely guilty.

"Could it be that this is God's punishment for my indulging in wealth?"

Looking at the Savior on the cross, the metropolitan couldn't help saying these words.

Suddenly, an extremely violent banging sound came from behind the door of the church, attracting the Metropolitan's attention. He saw that the brass door was twisted and deformed by the blow, and even the furniture behind it shook. Hilarion Frowning upon seeing this, he knew that it was time to start.

But at this moment, he has no fear, and now he has thrown away those plans about politics, and there is only one thought in his mind - to wash away the sins of this body with the blood of heretics or himself

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"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Amidst the neat and powerful chants, the mob slammed into the brass gate carrying huge beams. The gate, which was hacked by countless knives and axes, shook violently under this blow, as if it would be knocked down the next moment. open.

The beams were obtained by the mob from demolishing nearby houses. In order to find such a suitable large timber, they killed a lot.

Arrows kept falling on the temporary battering ram, and mobs kept falling to the ground, but someone took their place immediately. The hammer was like a death trap, swallowing countless lives, but there were still people coming forward.

If before, faced with such a death trap, the mob would have dispersed like birds and beasts, but at this moment, the desire to kill and plunder is driving them, and behind that door are gold and silver treasures, and everyone can get rich because of this!
In the anticipation of countless mobs, the solid brass gate finally burst open, revealing the Rose guards behind it, and the mob rushed up with their fanatical will, but what they bumped into was a ruthless sword .

The guards of Hagia Sophia have all made up their minds to die. They either want to dedicate their souls to God, or they want to fight to the death for their families. Various reasons make them stand together and fight to the death for this moment!
With a posture crazier than the mob, the guards fearlessly crashed into the mob, slashed and fought, using their thick armor to charge and kill in the enemy's formation. Even if you are trying to be killed, you have to kill the enemy first, even if you bite with your teeth, you have to bite the opponent to death!
The Metropolitan of Hilarion took the lead, using his mace to open the heads of his enemies, and his two layers of armor were enough to protect him.

With this even more crazy gesture, the guards frightened the mob. The mob thought that these Christians could not stop them, but now they were killed and retreated steadily.As for the Perun believers in the mob, they can only do their best to prevent a total collapse, but that's all.

The mob retreated in embarrassment, while shouting for the appearance of the wolf-skinned warriors. As long as these warriors appear, the victory must belong to them, but for some reason, the warriors who showed their power before have not been seen.

In the distance, the old warlock frowned watching all this. It wasn't that he didn't want to dispatch those crazy warriors, but that after taking Perun's drug, the user had to rest for at least three hours before going into battle again. They could only lie there dying like dead dogs.

That is to say, the old warlock has no tricks at all. He can only watch the situation deteriorate like this, and watch the team he was going to give Christians a fatal blow be massacred by Christians.

But the big men carrying the emblem of Perun still cast fanatical gazes at the old warlock. In their view, there was nothing the old warlock couldn't do.

Should I just run away?

Just when the old warlock was thinking about something that was contrary to the omnipotence that he usually showed his believers, a huge horn sounded from behind him, and then he felt something fly away from him with the momentum of breaking through the air. Pass.

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(End of this chapter)