In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility. - Chapter 767

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”

Twelve combat monks with war hammers, flails and revolvers on their waists, wearing monk robes embroidered with a “T”-shaped cross, carried a heavy iron box, shouted in unison, and walked slowly.

These combat monks were huge, and their muscles made their monk robes bulge.

They were Franciscans, or monks of the Fraternité Minor, which is considered an orthodox branch of Catholicism. Because of their pursuit of asceticism, simple style, and frequent charity activities, they are considered the most popular religious order in Mexico.

They stopped in front of the archbishop and put down the heavy iron box with a “T”-shaped cross.

Archbishop Michael put one hand on the box and prayed devoutly.

President Porfirio wanted to urge, but seeing the pious eyes of the knights and monks, he had to suppress his anxiety.

The iron box contained the relic left by San Juan of the Franciscans – an obsidian sword.

It was originally a sacred weapon left by the last Aztec emperor “Cuatemoz”, who was also the most powerful jaguar warrior of the Aztecs at that time. In order to kill this last monarch, the Spaniards lost countless monks and paladins.

The obsidian sword he left behind later fell into the hands of San Juan. After years of consecration, it has become a sacred weapon, just like the holy spear held by the Knight of Glory in the legend, but the level is undoubtedly much lower.

The old pantheon of the New World is undoubtedly much more advanced than the primitive religion of the African natives, but it is much behind the Nordic, Greek and Roman pantheons.

What’s more, the holy spear in Jeanna’s hand originated from the Nordic god king Odin. In the Aztec pantheon, only the artifacts left by the five sun gods can barely compete with it at the same level.

“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.”

“Blessed are you among women, and blessed is your womb, Jesus.”

“Mother Mary, pray to the Father for us sinners now and at the hour of our death!”

The knights sang the Hail Mary in unison. As the chanting began, a magnificent bell sounded from nowhere, and countless illusory holy flames formed little winged men, chanting the “Hail Mary” in unison.

The chanting became louder and louder, and the dazzling holy light seemed to descend from heaven, rendering the whole world golden. A vague image of the Virgin Mary with a Latino appearance could be seen slowly emerging in the golden light.

Countless Mexican soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt down devoutly to pray.

The golden light turned into rain and fell on the wounded. Many limbs were burned to charcoal. The seriously injured who were wailing and waiting to die, their dry skin cracked, revealing a layer of new red flesh and blood.

“Praise the Father, praise the Virgin Mary!”

The patron saint of the Mexican region is Our Lady of Guadalupe, an image of the Virgin Mary. Many Mexican Indians who originally adhered to the old faith were inspired by the miracles of the Virgin Mary to embrace Catholicism.

San Juan was the first clergyman to witness Our Lady of Guadalupe with his own eyes. Only such a saint could subdue the obsidian sword, a primitive Aztec “holy object”.

The dazzling golden light made many Texas Rangers feel a burning pain on their bodies.

Compared with the holy light shining in the state of Jeanna’s “holy body”, the Mexican church’s is still far behind, but for most of the wolf tribe, it is still a terrible force that is difficult to bear.

Looking at this scene, Losa felt a sense of time and space confusion, and felt like he had returned to the Middle Ages, that is, the enemy and us had switched positions, the enemy became a devout “Crusader”, and we became a hateful pagan demon.

Mexico is such a country with a lot of medieval legacy, with church properties crisscrossing the country and local warlords ruling one side. It is not a republic, but it is modernized after overthrowing the “tyrant”.

If this is true, ancient Rome must be the most modern country.

Baron Charles covered his eyes with his hands and stared at the dazzling holy light through his fingers: “The enemy also has holy objects!”

“Guys, those heretics stole the false grace from somewhere, but now they are undoubtedly standing on the opposite side of the real “holiness”. Let these guys see our piety!”

But below, thousands of cavalrymen from the medieval world who were undergoing trials shouted: “In the name of God, in the name of Saint Losa!”

“God bless my king, and your virtue will prosper. The country will last long and the fortune will be clear. The empire will be forever and everything will be glorious.”

They sang the song adapted by Losa based on “God Bless My Emperor Franz” in unison, with fanatical expressions, and the “power of faith” brought by the attention of the crowd flowed to Losa like a trickle.

At the same time, Archbishop Michael had also opened the steel box and took out an ancient obsidian sword from it. It was a weapon with a wooden hilt and blade as the basis, and dense obsidian sawtooth wedged into the blade.

Even if it was bathed in the holy light, it still gave people a murderous and weird feeling.

After the archbishop personally held the sword, his aura became much heavier, and his white robes instantly turned into red, which “symbolizes the coming of the Holy Spirit”, but the bishop’s red robes looked evil.

The archbishop slowly raised his head, and the holy light filled his body, suppressing his personal will to the point of almost disappearing, leaving only the unshakable heart of “eliminating demons and defending the way”.

“Surrender, dragon!”

His voice was hoarse, and for a moment it seemed to overlap with the “evil demon” who had struggled to resist the Spanish invasion army hundreds of years ago. He raised the obsidian sword in his hand and chopped it down heavily.

The next moment, the holy light lingering in the air gathered into the sword tip like a giant whale drinking water.

The three-headed dragon shouted in fear: “Boss, this guy is not easy to deal with. If you don’t go up, I’ll run away!”

“That’s right, boss. With our current strength, we are no match for this human paladin.”

Boom——

The terrifying holy sword swept towards the dragon in the sky.

The archbishop turned his head slowly, and it seemed that he had never considered the possibility that the dragon could survive his sword, but instead focused his attention on the real enemy in his mind—the evil demon of Guderian who easily solved the necromancer sect.

Prajna looked at this scene, but she was not nervous at all. The restraining effect of the Holy Light on her was also very obvious. She might not be able to resist that sword, but it did not pose much threat to Lothar now.

There was a loud bang.

The terrifying dragon flame, which was countless times more fierce than before, swept out in an instant.

The clouds in the sky dissipated, and the flames seemed to place the whole world on it and began to roast.

The golden light of the holy sword dimmed when it was halfway into the dragon flame, and was swallowed up by the surging, endless dragon flame in an instant, and its momentum did not decrease at all, sweeping towards Archbishop Michael below.

At this moment, the expression on Archbishop Michael’s face froze.

“Holy!”

Countless paladins and combat monks held up the Holy Light shield, like an upside-down eggshell, to resist the dragon flame, but they soon realized that the Holy Light was consumed too quickly.

They were like a wet sponge stepped on by a giant, and the holy light was rapidly dissipating and disappearing.