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Chapter 430 The five instruments appear!

"It's His Excellency Saint Baran!"

"It's a saint!"

"The Saint hasn't abandoned us yet, hold on a little longer!"

Liu Yonglu was standing too high, and his shouting did not seem to be obvious in the noisy battlefield, but the people of the Holy Maiden Sect were still cheered up when they saw him.

"Saint Baran? The master of these demons? Hahaha!"

"Don't listen to these people's nonsense. Saints are just tools made up by the Saint's Cult to make money!"

"From today on, Victoria will finally no longer be one of you guys... uh... ah!"

Many of the thugs who attacked the Holy See were holding the stolen goods in their arms, and they were now bloodthirsty. Even if a few of them still retained a certain degree of rationality, the dozen or so preachers on the side of the Virgin Mary would always use cruel means to kill a few thugs at critical moments to intensify the conflict.

It can be said that the Holy See was in a desperate situation at this time, dragged into a life-and-death struggle by the two forces.

"Hey! Thugs in the audience, listen carefully!
During the Holy Decision parade, this saint has already revealed the holy objects bestowed by the saint and cleaned out the heretics and scum!
But you still don't know how high the sky is, how deep the earth is, and you still don't bow your heads after seeing the wooden artifact's spirit. This saint will clean up the scum in the world, eliminate the hidden dangers in the universe, defend the dignity of the earth, and maintain world peace! "

Having said that, Liu Yonglu opened the lid of the box.

These holy relics were kept until today just to serve as a warning to others! If the audience were full of puppets infected by the Virgin Mary, it would be difficult to deal with them, but since most of the enemies were ordinary humans, Liu Yonglu was going to kill one to warn the rest!

He stretched out his hand and picked up something first! He put his hands on his waist and shouted while winking at Ling'er in the audience!
"This holy object... the Saint has given it to me for many years!

Since the holy war, the Holy Throne has stood firm, and all nations have come to pay tribute and acknowledge the country as their vassal every year.

Eight hundred years ago, the Netherlands brought two tables of bronze vessels to Victoria. Before these two tables of bronze vessels entered the Holy See, they had to be brought to the Holy Virgin first..."

Liu Yonglu was talking while looking around. What was he looking for? He was looking for his target. In the center of the battlefield, a man dressed as a sailor was rushing towards Bill with a sharp knife in one hand and the thugs behind him in the other.

This man has a bad reputation in Weidalia and is a notorious pirate in the Western Continent. Today, he was bribed by the new nobles who hated the Holy See and vowed to kill the archbishop!
Bill had a bruise on his left shoulder at this time, but he still formed a team with several inquisitors to protect Kosander behind him.

It's him!
"If I want the teapot, Liang'er, I'm sorry I'm an eggplant! Take the guy!"

As Liu Yonglu shouted, the teapot in his hand flew out of his hand, and a flash of silver light flashed across! This bronze vessel chopped right into the pirate leader's forehead.

"hiss……"

There was an uproar on the battlefield, and many thugs jumped out of the battle circle and looked towards the platform. Whether the saints had any great power and what kind of great power they had were all religious fables and myths to ordinary people.

But seeing it with their own eyes, these people could not help but believe it, and the thugs’ desire to destroy the Holy See faded a little.

However, in addition to these thugs, there are also many puppets blessed by the Virgin Mary on the battlefield! These people are not afraid of pain, and are driven by the power of the Virgin Mary by the preachers on the ground who have mixed in with them, and their offensive is becoming more and more brutal!
“Thinking back to when the Saint Lady preached across the sea, people with lofty ideals from all sides rose up in rebellion and sent all kinds of equipment and supplies to boost military power!

The hard five-color porcelain made in the official kiln of Seven County makes a clanging sound when it falls to the ground, and it is a good porcelain that cannot be broken..."

Liu Yonglu took out the half-broken spoon from the box again and held it in his hand like a dart.

"If I want a spoon head, I'll feel bad that I'm a cucumber! Come on, guy!"

With a loud shout, the broken spoon flew out of his hand. This time, Liu Yonglu aimed at a puppet with black water flowing in its eyes.

Under a dazzling silver light, a half-broken spoon was inserted directly into the puppet's eye socket!

"Saint Baraan! It's Saint Baraan who is fighting!" "Miracle! It's really a miracle!"

"Kid! Come on and ride on my neck. Do you see Saint Baran on the platform?!"

These shouts did not come from the ranks of the Saint's followers.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky had completely dissipated, and the spring sun of Victoria rose high, shining on the devastated grass of the Holy See.

More and more people were coming over from the other side of the hill.

At first there were a dozen people.

Behind a dozen people were hundreds of people, and behind the hundreds of people were endless Victoria believers.

Surrounded by judges including Bill, Kosander looked at the pious and determined faces in disbelief and couldn't help but burst into tears. It turned out that the saint's compassion had not been forgotten by people, and her voice of universal love would be rewarded.

This is the power of faith, this is the victory of kindness!
"We want to claim the prize!"

"The tax officer said today's prize redemption is tax-free!"

"My neighbor told me that I'll get a pack of Cosmos brand cigarettes if I redeem my prize today!"

Hmm? Kosander looked at Bishop Campion beside him in confusion, and the other party also looked at him in confusion.

So this group of believers came here specifically to help the Holy See out of trouble?
On the high platform, Liu Yonglu looked at the group of people and breathed a sigh of relief. That's it! The situation has been decided! The Holy See is safe today.

It turns out this is Liu Yonglu’s last move!
A few days ago, he arranged for someone to go out and inform the tobacco merchant Alfonso, asking him to spread the news among the people, saying that all those who collected cigarette cards could come to the Holy See to redeem their prizes on Candlemas Day... and let Alfonso write the rest.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food! Liu Yonglu doesn't know whether faith works or not! But he knows that real money will definitely work!
So the people that Nicholas saw when he went up the mountain were the people who wanted to redeem their prizes.

There are many sheriffs, dock bodyguards, and manor lords among the people. These people all have private armed forces, so they will not be at a disadvantage in a fight!

When the thugs who were besieging the priests of the Holy See saw this situation, they slowed down their attack and began to look around. What were they waiting for if they didn't run away at this time?

First, they were frightened by the saint's miracles, and then by the countless followers of the Holy Maiden Sect, the thugs put away their weapons and looked for a way out, fleeing.

The pressure on the Holy See suddenly decreased, and the Saint's followers who survived the battlefield were clearly divided into two groups.

On one side were the puppet monsters commanded by the preacher on the ground. They were still roaring and vomiting black mucus from their mouths.

On one side were the members of the Holy Maiden Sect. Although most of them were injured, with the support of Saint Saint Balaam and thousands of believers, this group of people broke out their last and most tenacious fighting spirit.

At the back of the team, many priests explained the current situation to the people, and the believers were filled with indignation and raised their weapons.

"I want all the tin foil. I feel bad. I'm a carrot! Damn it!"

A ray of silver light seemed to sound the clarion call for the final battle!

"For the Saint! For Saint Baran!"

Thousands of believers began the final charge!

(End of this chapter)