Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 214 It’s you who should repent!
It was raining hard, but that wasn't a bad thing.

All the dignitaries in the city were gathered in the church by Archbishop Olivier.

This was a trial, a trial of heretics in the city, a trial of the Catholic Church against the Orthodox Church.

Olivier wanted to make an example of someone and establish the authority of the church.

Little did they know that this gave Garys an opportunity.

A chance to take over the entire city.

Tripoli is a big city, and it takes a considerable amount of manpower to control it, so Gairis has been quite restrained in his actions these days.

But when all the prepared personnel were gathered, Archos began to operate openly, attracting the attention of the church.

Now, under the rain, outside the largest gate of Tripoli, there is a group of uninvited guests.

Privan, the leader, glanced at the people behind him.

There are not many of them, only about three hundred at most.

Most of them were visitors from Tyre, and there were also some of his own private soldiers.

He really didn't expect that the Saint of Jerusalem was actually the Saint of Jerusalem.

A line has emerged.

The survival of Transjordan, the stability of Tyre, and the great changes in Cyprus are all inseparable from that big hand.

A person who can truly perform miracles in this world, and a person who proves time and again that the resurrection is not a lie.

No wonder he possesses knowledge beyond the mundane...

Those are all undisguised miracles, and are clear evidence of the Lord’s intervention in the course of human history.

Compared to following a secular lord like Raymond, Pulven's restless heart that longed to achieve success made him choose Garys without hesitation.

It is certainly not easy for three hundred fully armed soldiers to enter the city, but if there is an insider in the city, they may take advantage of the situation, plus Pliwan's status as a noble lord.

The gate of Tripoli was rendered useless.

In the city, Greek believers who had been vaccinated against smallpox, received the Eucharist, and witnessed the "miracle" of Gellis also mobilized in full swing.

They were organized into small teams and deployed to key positions under the leadership of FSLN soldiers.

The City Hall, the City Guards Camp, the Dockyard and the Cathedral...

When the church bells rang, the city of Tripoli also moved.

Unlike in the past, it was Garys who actually took a city by force, and his enemies were not even expecting it.

While Garys was killing people outside the cathedral square, the city gates, the docks, the city guards' camps, and other key locations were also attacked.

Using only a few hundred people to seize a city of 25,000 people was undoubtedly an adventure, but Plivan only felt his heart pounding.

……

In this blood-soaked square, both the Orthodox Christians who followed Garys and the Catholics who came to watch the excitement were stunned.

They looked at Garys, who was in shackles but not afraid of life or death.

Now the rain had mixed the blood with the mud, and Garys's robe had been dyed scarlet by the blood.

Just now, the Knights Templar rushed towards him, their silver armor gleaming coldly in the rain, and their swords slashing with lightning speed.

However, only a moment later, those who drew their swords fell under their own swords.

Nothing can restrain Gellis. Mere shackles are meaningless, and the same goes for the morality that the church talks about.

Therefore, the clanging sound of the shackles in the rain of blood became the accompaniment of his dance with death!

Archbishop Olivier turned around and tried to escape, but due to the rain, his feet were slippery, and his vestments were soaked with rain, so he accidentally fell to the ground.

Gellis, who had broken free from his shackles, walked forward a few steps in a blood-stained robe and pressed the back of Archbishop Olivier's head.

"So...what should I confess?"

"Your Excellency the Archbishop... The reason why I came back to life and why I want to practice medicine is because you have gone astray and are in league with the devil."

"You are the one who should repent."

However, the only thing Archbishop Olivier could do in response to this kind of words was to keep repeating:
"Devil, devil!"

Garys lifted up Archbishop Olivier with one hand, pushed open the door of the church, and walked in openly.

In the rain, the interior of the church was heavy and dark, like a claustrophobic grotto, so depressing that it was almost suffocating.

The walls were covered with statues of saints. They all had stern expressions, their faces hidden in the shadows, and their eyes staring down blankly, as if they had long been numb to the sufferings of the world.

The pervasive chill carries a faint smell of decay; the layout here is no longer the benches of the past, but has been set up as a courtroom.

The dignitaries in Tripoli had been waiting here for a long time. They were summoned by Archbishop Olivier to witness the trial of heretics and to purify the danger of smallpox.

However, as time passed, the heretic, who had clearly arrived at the square long ago, never set foot into the church.

Moreover, there seemed to be bursts of screams, roars, and continuous bells coming from outside the door.

Everything seemed wrong, everything seemed extremely strange.

While these people were talking, the door of the church was pushed open from the outside. For a moment, the salty sea breeze, mixed with the biting cold, blew into the church, removing the faint smell of decay.

The candles under the cross flickered with a faint flame due to the cold wind, like a dying life.
Along with the prayers that have been silent for thousands of years, there is also a hint of indescribable weirdness and oppression.

The dignitaries of Tripoli witnessed a Frank covered in a blood-stained robe dragging Archbishop Olivier, who had invited them to participate in the trial.

Commotion, unrest... for no apparent reason!
Behind the young Frank, looking out from the church door, one could see dozens of corpses. The deaths of those Templars established Gellis's power.

No one among these dignitaries dared to jump out and scold Garys.

They, the jury and witnesses, watched helplessly as Gérice dragged Archbishop Olivier and put him in the position of the defendant.

Then Gellis himself walked up to the altar, leaving a trail of human blood graffiti behind him.

Garys stood in front of the huge cross, his eyes sweeping over everyone present.

That alone should shut those people up.

"There are so many oppressed people in our world, so many lives oppressed by death."

"Their faces are so ugly and extremely distorted that you dare not look at them in detail."

"Every day, countless mortals fall silently, either from disease, hunger, or war."

"In this world, death is common rather than unexpected."

"I told you that smallpox was coming, and I wanted you to stand by me and fight the plague together."

"But this guy, Olivier, told me that the plague was God's punishment and could only be cleansed through prayer and repentance!"

"I'm telling you! He lied! At the very least, he committed a sin out of ignorance!"

Gellis's roar echoed in the church.

These dignitaries in Tripoli trembled in fear at his words.

"From now on, everyone in Tripoli must stand up against smallpox."

"This is the will of the Heavenly Father and my will. I will eliminate anyone who stands in my way!"

Garys' hands were bloody.

Behind him, the huge cross had mottled black marks on its old wood grain, as if hinting at the hidden pain.

Now, no one can hide the pain anymore.

As a religion that represents the sigh of suffering beings, it is bound to be reformed.

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

"Stand up now, I won't kill anyone."

Garys's eyes swept over the faces of these dignitaries again, looking at their terrified faces.

The implication of his words was that if anyone resisted smallpox again, then Gailis would not mind killing people.

A sun rose in the cold and dark church. In this bright light, all the insects present were ashamed of themselves.

……

To be honest, the concept of county (Comté) or principality (Principauté) is actually a relatively counterintuitive one for Chinese people.

That is, a country does not necessarily have a unified leader or a unified central government.

It may also be a plural form of union. For example, a federal or confederate state is essentially a number of local states united into a major country.

The County of Tripoli was both a vassal territory and a secondary state to the Kingdom of Jerusalem.

The County of Tripoli had its own central government, its own taxation and military service, and could be described as a country within a country.

But the Principality of Antioch is even more independent. In fact, Antioch is not like the principalities in Western Europe, which are fixedly affiliated with a certain monarchy.

For most of the time, the Principality of Antioch had almost complete sovereignty and paid tribute to the King of Jerusalem in name only.

In this situation, Antioch became the "power" in the north, and was even able to interfere with the County of Tripoli and the former County of Edessa.

Even sometimes the Principality of Antioch would be pinned down by the Eastern Empire because it was too abstract, and then forced to declare the Eastern Empire as its overlord.

But like the first Prince of Antioch, they repeatedly broke their promises.

Ok……

Raynald the Breaker was Prince of Antioch for eight years.

The reason why he became the Prince of Antioch was that when he first arrived as a Crusaders, he fell in love with Princess Constance of Antioch, and the two got married secretly in 1153.

By marrying noble ladies, Reynald climbed to the pinnacle of power again and again.

Now, Reynald's adopted son, Bosimonde III, the eldest son of Princess Constance of Antioch, upon hearing that the Count of Tripoli was critically ill, decisively assembled his troops and prepared to march south.

He needs to unite the forces of Tripoli to strengthen himself against the now increasingly powerful Muslim forces.

However, he didn't know what was happening in Tripoli now.

　After the split, I feel that my typing speed has increased...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)