Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 213 The Judgment of History is the Final Judgment
The dark clouds hung over the city of Tripoli like a lead curtain, making it hard for people to breathe.

The raindrops were as fine as needles, and the cold and dampness from the sea breeze pierced into my bones.

The square in front of the church was covered with a layer of gray mist in the rain. Time condensed here, allowing the dim silence to wrap everything.

Gellis was escorted by two fully armed knights, their steps were heavy and lonely.

But there was still a trace of calmness on the corners of Garys's mouth, and that calm smile looked pale and powerless in the drizzle.

Archbishop Olivier stood at the door of the church, his body straight, like a cold stone statue under his wide vestments.

The towering church spire behind him disappeared into the dark clouds, bringing with it a chill that made the onlookers in the square dare not utter a word.

There was only the cold sound of rain hitting the stone slabs, breaking the air in the square and spreading the cold silently.

"Gallis, I do not know where you come from, but you have disturbed the eternal sacred order of Tripoli."

"You can repent and admit your sins, and God will forgive all those who know their mistakes and can correct them."

Olivier's words were hoarse and not loud, but Gérice was not far away and he could hear them clearly.

So Gellis shook his head again.

There is still a big difference between the church in the 12th century and the church when the witch-hunting movement arose in later generations.

The witch-hunting movements of later generations were, to a large extent, the encroachment of secular power by local churches, often used to attack political opponents, extort money from the people, and vent public panic.

But before that, before the church tasted the sweetness of the witch hunt, most priests did not realize how much benefit the witch hunt could bring to them.

For the current Archbishop of Tripoli, if Gairis can admit his mistakes and correct them, then this will be a model of redemption and a role model that can be promoted.

Killing is just a means, destroying the heart is the goal.

Of course, if Gérisse refused to correct his behavior, then the panic about smallpox could be entirely blamed on Gérisse, thus easing people's tension.

Garys glanced around the square again and found that there were many more people there than before.

These days, it is not just Gairis who is active in Tripoli. Many priests from the Cyprus Church are related to many people in Tripoli.

After all, it is the only independent Orthodox church in the area.

The priests told the story of Gellis among the citizens and through word of mouth among their acquaintances.

Garys' miraculous medical skills, coupled with cheap treatments, have made him a hot topic in the city.

Now, Garys was captured, and many people were shocked. Even though it was drizzling, these people still wanted to come and see the scene.

Faced with Olivier's request, Garris, who was bound by shackles and hung with a heavy lead ball, could not help laughing.

"Confession?" Gellis raised his head slightly, a sneer escaping from his cracked lips.

"never!"

"I was conceived without original sin, the third Adam in the world!"

"The first man was born from the earth and is of the dust. The second man was born from the sky. The third man, that is, I, was born from the human race and am a complete human being."

"What sin can I confess? Because I healed those abandoned poor people?"

When Garys was about to say something, François, who was standing by, threw a punch, hitting Garys in the face.

But there was no sound of the punch hitting flesh, because his fist seemed to pass through the air and went through Garys' head.

W-what?
Ghost?
As François and Stephen looked incredulous, Gérice continued to speak his mind.

"You delayed everything, death, sorrow, famine."

“When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison and will go out to deceive the nations in the four corners of the earth.”

"Is it because I have exposed the corruption beneath your hypocritical temple?"

"In your eyes, my crime is that I dare to touch the truth that only you can monopolize."

"You want me to repent? That means you want me to give up the light of the world and return everything to your darkness!"

Listening to Gérice's nonsense, François drew his sword and slashed straight at Gérice!
But when he struck Garys, he only felt that he had struck an illusion, accompanied by the sound of iron chains colliding. In an instant, Garys took a step forward.

"Everything in the world belongs to the Lord! Land, possessions, power - He has given them to all of us!"

“The poor, the destitute…whoever works hard and still cannot live, has a portion of what He has given waiting to be taken.”

“I say to the rich: Provide food to the hungry. If you don’t give him food, you are killing him.”

The drizzle continued, and the heavy lead ball seemed to pull at Garys's pace, making him walk very slowly.

After François reacted, he didn't care about being confused and picked up the sword to chop again!
However, he still only hit a phantom, and Gailis appeared one step away.

"You are a bunch of false saints wearing divine robes and sitting in a magnificent palace!"

"You hold up the Bible and proclaim God's grace, but use it to cover up countless crimes; you give others the gift of hunger and the gift of poverty, but enjoy all the wealth yourself." "But your lies will eventually collapse, and that day will eventually come - there will be no more oppression, no more distinction between rich and poor, and people in the world will be equal like brothers."

Olivier, with his back against the towering church, was stunned by the phantom-like figure of Gérice.

Under his wide robes, he was sweating profusely, and it was hard to tell whether the wet liquid was condensation or cold sweat.

He wanted to turn around and run away, but the luxurious vestments were like a gilded lead robe, so heavy that he couldn't move.

He subconsciously pointed the top of his scepter with the cross at Garys and shouted loudly: "In the holy name of the Father and the Son, I command you, evil spirit, to retreat from here!"

The church bells rang, and from the bell tower hidden in the dark clouds, melodious bell sounds echoed throughout Tripoli.

Olivier was a little surprised because it was not time to ring the bell yet!
Gellis stepped onto the last step. He stared at Olivier and said word by word: "The Millennium Kingdom will definitely come true. It will be an era without constraints and fear."

“No longer will people be blinded by your prohibitions, nor will they tremble at your judgments.”

"I am not afraid of your judgment, because I have seen the glory of the future - and you will be exposed, abandoned, and annihilated in that glory!"

The scepter struck heavily on the stone slab. The crisp and cold sound echoed in the rain for a long time, like the voice of judgment coming from the abyss.

"Kill, kill him!"

Olivier gave orders at the top of his lungs, because the scenes just now were too horrifying.

François swung his sword at Guéris again and again, but to no avail. Instead, he looked particularly ridiculous because he was following him so closely.

This grand master of the Knights Templar, a master of the order, was unable to kill someone who was so close to him?
what?
It was still raining, and a flash of lightning struck the sky again, and the dull thunder and the endless bells were intertwined.

The sound of armor clashing soon joined the ensemble, and those who had originally been trying to capture Garys rushed forward and surrounded Garys.

At this moment, a group of fully armed people holding halberds, swords and shields surrounded Garys, whose hands were bound with shackles and a lead ball hung on his feet.

"Put your sword back into its sheath. Everyone who draws the sword will die by the sword."

This was the second time Garys said this today, but this time, he was admonishing the Knights Templar standing beside him.

The rain was heavy, and drops as big as soybeans hit people's faces, making them feel painful.

The raindrops slid down people's faces, outlining expressions of panic.

These people were afraid, and they vaguely felt that they were facing some unknown, indescribable and indescribable existence.

"It is finished! He is the beginning and the end. He will give freely to those who are thirsty to drink from the spring of water of life."

“He who overcomes shall inherit all these things: He shall be my God, and I shall be his son.”

“But the fearful, the abominable, the murderers, the sexually immoral, those who practice magic arts, idolaters and all liars—they will have their part in the lake that burns with fire and brimstone, which is the second death.”

When Garys spoke of death, those holding shields and swords rushed forward.

From this moment on, what fell from the sky was no longer rain, but blood.

The blood washed over the square in front of the church, making the air mixed with the salty smell of the Mediterranean even more smelly.

The souls of the dead from thousands of years ago awakened from the earth because of the watering of this blood, and they floated around the square.

Witness together with those who died, witness the eve of this new heaven and new earth.

The first man was a child of the earth, Adam, whom Jehovah created from the dust of the ground.

The second person is the Child of Heaven, that is Jesus, who announced to the world the good news of the coming Kingdom of Heaven.

The third person is a child of man. He and the other people are all children of Jehovah and are brothers and sisters in the kingdom of heaven.

The reflection of heaven on earth is about to come true.

No matter how long the reflection lasts, no matter whether the reflection is crooked or not.

Garys will never give up.

Indeed, nothing is eternal except movement, but the judgment of history is the final judgment.

The struggle of people in history is an eternal struggle.

Nothing can stop the pace of progress. Any religion that delays the war, whitewashes the situation, preaches eternal life after death and ignores this life will become opium, a placebo, and a sigh for the creatures on earth.

Whether priests or believers, everyone is a priest, and everyone has been on this battlefield since the day they were born.

Fight against the rulers of this dark world and the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places.

Again, this is a “resurrection,” a resurrection of humanity.

The light of life shines here, and this light is so dazzling that it fascinates people even in this dark rain.

(End of this chapter)