Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 1 In the Name of the Father
In the year 1186 of the Chinese calendar, the Kingdom of Jerusalem, Transjordan, was covered with dark clouds.
What was falling from the sky was not rain, but blood.

The blood washed over the roads left by the ancient Romans, making the air here, which was mixed with the salty smell of the Dead Sea, even more smelly.

Those ancient people thousands of years ago never imagined that their empire that ruled the world would now be reduced to ruins, allowing pagans to ride horses everywhere.

On this avenue, a team carrying the royal flag of Jerusalem was resisting in vain in the heavy rain. The guards were tightly surrounding a luxurious carriage to provide protection for it.

Arabs wearing turbans rode on their horses and rushed into the team in pairs of three or two. They held scimitars in their hands and attacked the guards again and again with the flash of their swords.

Amid the neighing of horses and the sounds of horses trampling the ground, the smell of blood became stronger.

Until all those who dared to resist fell, they put their scimitars back into the scabbards with a grin, and looked at the carriage surrounded by corpses with anticipation.

Throughout the battle, they were careful to avoid damaging the carriage, knowing that it contained the treasures of the kingdom.

Just as the Arabs were cheering for their harvest and praising the Great God, somewhere they didn't notice, the knife wound on a corpse slowly healed, leaving only a few scars, and then the body opened its eyes.

Sunuo woke up from his dream. The strong smell of blood and the moisture brought by the heavy rain stimulated his nasal cavity, making him breathe deeply and feel refreshed.

After opening his eyes, Sunuo was a little speechless. This was not the bedroom he was familiar with. There were no historical books in his collection, no armor and sword that he cherished.

There were corpses and sticky blood mixed with rain everywhere.

Dream? No, dreams shouldn't be so real.

As Suno struggled to get up from the pile of corpses, he attracted the attention of the Arabs.

When the Arabs saw Sunuo standing up again intact from the pile of dead bodies, their faces twisted indescribably. Two of them even swallowed their saliva, unable to believe what was happening.

Resurrection is the authority of God. They dared not and could not believe that a dead person could stand up again.

But on the battlefield, there was no time for so much complaining. After the leading Arab blurted out "Playing tricks!", the other Arabs reacted and drew their scimitars again.

Be it dead or alive, we have to chop the other party into pieces before we can distinguish them clearly.

The two riders galloped on their horses and charged straight towards Sunuo.

But for some reason, Sunuo always felt that these horses and people were too slow. Even the rain falling from the sky was like a video that was slowed down several times, with a pause every now and then. He was the only one in the world who could still maintain the speed of a normal person.

In this situation, a bold idea popped into Sunuo's mind.

He picked up two long swords from the corpse on the ground, holding one in his left hand and the other in his right hand. Facing the two riders, he was not afraid, but faced them head-on, attacking with both hands.

In the flash of the knife, the Arabs and their horses were cut into pieces in just one encounter.

So much so that during this process, Sunuo could even deliberately dodge the spurting blood. As for the price, the two swords in Sunuo's hands had many more cracks.

In addition to this special ability that is like "time zero", Sunuo can clearly feel how strong his current body is compared to his previous life.

A long sword weighing three or four pounds was no different from a piece of paper in Sunuo's hand, and deeds like cutting horses and Arabs in half would not be more difficult for Sunuo at this moment than tearing open a book.

Seeing this scene, the remaining people, not just the Arabs, but even the coachmen who had already surrendered, were all dumbfounded. They all looked at Sunuo with expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

"You all come together." Sunuo opened his mouth and uttered a sentence in ancient French. Although he had not yet inherited the memory of his previous incarnation, at least his language ability was retained.

Faced with Suno's provocation, the Arabs were at a loss as to what to do. They didn't know whether to advance or retreat. It was even more strange that they just fled.

It was not until one of them reacted, took out a short bow, drew it and put an arrow on it that he reminded the other riders around him what to do.

With a few string sounds, Sunuo tilted his head and leaned sideways, and the weak arrow passed by him without causing any harm.

Then he rushed towards the Arabs with two long swords in hand. The distance of more than ten steps passed in a flash, leaving behind a human-shaped corridor that pushed away the raindrops.

Seeing Sunuo's movement so fast that it left an afterimage, an Arab hurriedly turned his horse's head, trying to escape from this scene that was beyond his reality. To this end, Sunuo threw the long sword in his left hand. A moment later, the tip of the sword pierced through the man's body and pierced his heart, causing him to fall off his horse.

The other Arabs seemed to be stunned by fear. Even though they had just laughed out loud, they could not even utter the word Allah. After a moment, all their heads flew off.

There were lightning and thunder in the sky and heavy rain fell.

The stench of the corpse's internal organs not only failed to dissipate in the rainstorm, but became even stronger because of Sunuo.

Su Nuo was a little confused about the situation. After all, as soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sea of ​​blood and corpses, with people shouting and killing him.

Even if he ended up using his incredible and terrifying abilities to forcibly kill such a group of people, Sunuo would still be confused.

Now in this rainstorm, the only people who could possibly answer his questions were the few white people remaining beside the carriage.

When the coachman realized that Sunuo's gaze was turned to him, he shuddered and fell off the carriage.

Another white man who had thrown away his armor and weapons and surrendered, swallowed his saliva, and then trembled and said, "Gailis, you are resurrected?!"

Garys? When Sunuo heard this name, he was at a loss. Some dusty memories in his mind came flooding back like a tide. For a moment, he had a splitting headache and knelt on one knee on the ground.

In addition to the previous action that briefly exceeded the limits of the human body, his whole body was sore and swollen, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Before he passed out, he heard a familiar voice calling his name: "Garys! Garys!"

The voice was crisp and childish, but the emotion contained in it was extremely sad.

……

Garys, his own name, was born into a noble family in the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

He had a childhood that was no different from other knights, with wooden swords, wooden spears and wooden horses as toys.

From the age of 6, he received the most rigorous knight training in the court of the Kingdom of Jerusalem, day after day for ten years until he was knighted.

At the coronation ceremony, he knelt on one knee and looked into the eyes of the monarch he was loyal to. His Majesty Baldwin, who wore an iron mask all day and was known as the "Leper King" by the world, handed him a sword.

"In the name of my father, I swear allegiance until death!"

(End of this chapter)