Chapter 25 1.25 Patriarch Francis

On this thunderstorm night, Loki, who had just returned to the land from the bottom of the sea through the [Blood-colored Creator Statue], also saw Odin's appearance.

A group of 11 people walked out of the portal reflected from the forehead of the blood-colored stone sculpture one by one. Loki looked back at this device that was like a holographic projection, and many unexpected associations came to his mind.

Why does this thing look so much like a technological creation?

His brain is completely different from that of the medieval aborigines living in this world. After nine years of compulsory education, and having carefully studied many science fiction masterpieces such as The Three-Body Problem, Loki's intuition told him that this outer god named [Blood-colored Creator] is very similar to some real technological civilization.

Old Walder's use of the [Blood Sacrifice Seal] to separate the sea water seems like magic, but there are also some theoretical support for it.

The fog on the sea is because the moonlight and stars project energy to the sea surface to heat the sea water, and then the energy accumulates in the sea water, which expands the sea surface in a way similar to the Force. There seems to be some scientific principles of energy conservation between the lines.

And after swallowing the inner elixir of the ancient god, I entered the blood mist illusion. The strange human body transformation process is very similar to the genetic transformation carried out by those crazy scientists in the previous life.

Although I didn’t see those black fallen titans alive. But the height, size, and arm length of each corpse are exactly the same.

Normal-born humans can never be exactly like being raised from the same mold. These fallen titans are very likely to produce chemical weapons.

Finally, there is this folding door used to walk out of the seabed.

I am afraid that my new body now still hides many unknown secrets in it.

"Leave the black steel we found on the seabed here, and leave three brothers to guard the cave entrance! The things in this cave are more valuable than all the loot we have!"

"I am particularly optimistic about this bloody statue."

"With this thing, we can use the [Blood Sacrifice Seal] to return to the Sunken City at any time. There are still many places in that city that have not been explored, and many resources have not been discovered!"

The garrison captain Sartre pointed out three warriors from the array, and the other seven gathered around Loki.

"I just saw a city not far away and a building with a wooden cross erected!"

"That's the Holy Cathedral!"

"Seeing the Holy Cathedral, now we can almost be sure that we have stood on the rich English Islands!"

The surrounding Viking warriors clapped their hands in celebration. As the first Vikings to set foot on this land, they actually felt a little proud out of thin air.

"It's a pity that we don't have many people this time. Seven people enter the city, and our goal must be clear. We will directly plunder the most valuable part."

After speaking, Loki led the Viking warriors around him out of the cave. In the ****, lightning from the dark clouds temporarily illuminated the town in the distance. He pointed to the tall spire.

"Look, that's the church!"

"There are only 7 of us! So this time we must try to avoid fighting, especially to avoid dragging ordinary people in! No one can draw a sword to stab innocent people without my order, do you understand!"

Regarding this point, Loki emphasized it three times in the heavy rain.

The city not far away is not so much a "city" as it is the smallest village in the Red Country in the previous life. However, no matter how small the Red Country village is, there must be no less than 2,000 people living in it.

He only has 7 men. Not to mention 2,000 living people, even if 2,000 pigs fight against 8 of his own people, they may not be able to beat them even if they swing their weapons and chop until they are exhausted.

If they are caught in the vast sea of ​​people, I am afraid that their 8 lives will evaporate faster than water drops under the scorching sun. Based on this consideration, Loki arranged a detailed forward plan.

"Remember, use the ropes in your hands flexibly! If you must fight, try to approach the enemy silently from behind and eliminate them within two attacks!"

"Heavy rain can cover some of the shouts, but once a tug-of-war is involved, the screams will definitely wake up a large number of sleeping people!"

"Be sure to remember that we don't have a ship now! This time we have gained enough benefits from looting the church. The ultimate goal of the action is to find a ship that can meet the needs of ocean voyages after grabbing gold!

Winter is coming, and there are more than 160 people in our village to feed!"

"Do you understand?"

Seeing his subordinates nodding one after another. Loki carried the blood-red axe, and the Viking warriors behind him also picked up the giant black dagger pulled from the fallen Titan. A group of people headed towards the city not far away in the rolling thunder.

This is the first time that everyone in Hanshui Village has set foot on the land of England.

Although the cold rain kept falling on them, everyone felt their blood boiling.

Because the god Odin was raising his hammer above the clouds, watching them silently!

**

Pah, pah, pah!

Jerome ignored the heavy rain that soaked him through and was patting the master's bedroom. He had been patting for more than ten minutes before he heard a sound of dragging footsteps.

When the carved wooden door opened, Francis Dijon, the master of Lindisfarne Abbey, squeezed out from behind the door with a nearly 200-pound body. At this time, his face was flushed and he was even chewing food in his mouth.

"Master, have you been drinking?"

The bishop, who had just drunk a bellyful of beer with barbecue in the middle of the night, was already very angry about Jerome's knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he did not call the gypsy girl from the neighboring town to have a friendly interaction today.

If there was someone else in his house today, wouldn't this stupid boy's knocking on the door so loudly reveal everything?

"My respected Mr. Jerome, don't you see what time it is? Can't we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Your Excellency the Bishop, I see the signs of the end of the world!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" The excessive intake of alcohol seriously paralyzed Francis's brain. He tried to close the door without hesitation, but was blocked by Jerome.

"I saw the Day of Judgment!"

"Christ said that when the Day of Judgment comes, dark clouds will cover the sky and the sun will become a lightless hole"

"The moon will not appear, and the stars will fall from the sky!"

"Oh my God, you are enough!" It has been decades since Francis heard these blasphemous words.

He knew what kind of person Jerome was.

He was not greedy for wine, not close to women, and was as upright as the saints described in the book.

But so what?

In the eyes of most monks in the monastery. Jerome was an out-and-out loser! As a disciple of the saint "Euseubi", he could be said to have a great start in the pope!

What was the result?

He played a good hand of cards badly! He had achieved nothing for more than 20 years, and finally lived in a remote place like Lindisfarne.

He was in his thirties and had no wife or property. Instead, he copied books all day long like those apprentices who had just entered the monastery.

"Sooner or later, this kind of person will go crazy!" Francis said to the believers around him on the day Jerome entered the Lindisfarne Monastery.

And today, this kid is really crazy.

"I saw a god wielding a hammer behind the clouds! When his hammer fell, lightning and thunder grew from it! And I also saw a giant beast emerging from under the sea!"

"He opened his bloody mouth and was approaching us"

"Enough!" Francis looked contemptuous and shouted angrily.

"Brother Jerome! You practice the path of 'justice' instead of 'faith'! The divine power bestowed on you by the path of justice does not include praying to gods and prophecy!"

"If these words today were spoken by the 'saint' Euseubi, I would still believe them. But you kid, what qualifications do you have to play divination for me here?"

Having said this, Francis has completely lost all his patience. He raised his short and sturdy legs and kicked Jerome away from the door, then slammed the door shut.

Damn, I wasted my good time sleeping on a rainy day. Francis muttered this while crawling into the warm bed.

It is most comfortable to sleep on a rainy day, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep dream.