Crusade against the Pope

Chapter 61 Ecclesiastes 1:10-11
Is there anything that people can point to and say is new?
But little did we know that this already existed in the generations before us.

The generations that have passed by have no remembrance;

Future generations will not recall it.

—Ecclesiastes 1:10-11
If we count the Al-Aqsa flood, or the Al-Aqsa Mosque massacre, it has only been 87 years so far. If we count the time when Baldwin I conquered Jordan, it has only been 71 years.

For people in this world, 87 years or 71 years is more than enough for an ordinary person to live out his or her life.

Therefore, for those who do not read books or remember history, what happened 87 years ago is like two eras and has nothing to do with them.

1186减去87等于1099，2024减去87又是哪一年呢？那一年又发生过什么事呢？
What a coincidence... We should not forget what has happened.

The people of Al-Hadi town could not remember what happened when Jerusalem was broken 87 years ago, leading to their current situation.

At that time, the Crusaders pushed open the city gates, shouting "This is the destiny!" Under the cover of the cross flag, they slaughtered thousands of Jerusalem residents, and then rushed into the Al-Aqsa Mosque, using the blood of Muslims to form a flood that submerged their ankles.

Coupled with the past lords' indifference, they had false fantasies about the Crusader lords, thinking that all lords could be reasonable and use contracts to speak.

And now, right now, Eric had torn them out of the lies they had woven.

When the dawn of another day came, the sunlight shining on this small town was not warm, but rather cold and mocking.

Although the bodies on the street had been collected, Eric's iron-gray and ruthless eyes were still vivid.

The words and contempt expressed at that time were engraved on my heart like a sword.

Even though most of the beasts had left for a day, the townspeople who survived the ravages were still cautious when opening the door, fearing that a drunk or sober guy would suddenly appear, break into the house, kill the men, and then rape the women.

After they had confirmed with each other that there was no one bullying on the street, they cautiously walked out of the room and tried to resume their peaceful life.

But when these survivors noticed the decorations on each other's doors, they clearly realized that more than half of the families in this town had lost their loved ones.

Silent, silent, numb, docile like a sheep...

However, at this moment, a shadow stretched from east to west. It was a person with his back to the rising sun, head held high and chest puffed out, walking with steady steps.

When the few people on the street looked at him, they felt as if there was a halo covering that person, making it difficult for everyone to see his face and look directly at him.

However, some people felt familiar with the man's figure, and when they realized who he was, they all raised their hands to cover their faces or showed expressions of horror.

He's not dead!
After Eric brought the army to find him, this guy was not dead!

And you can return to town safely!
The sky is high, the earth is deep, and he is alone.

At first, he walked towards the rising sun alone with his back to the crowd, but now he walks towards the crowd with his back to the rising sun.

On this desolate street, the houses on both sides are like neatly lined up guards, waiting in line.

People with sharp eyes noticed from afar what the Frank was holding in his hand.

As he approached and passed by the townspeople, people could see clearly what he was holding in his hand.

The townspeople seemed to be frozen in time. They stood there in a daze, staring at the Frank's right hand, not daring to even blink for fear of discovering that it was an illusion.

With a dull clang, the object was smashed onto the stone slab at the entrance of the mosque. Time resumed flowing, and the townspeople who had been frozen in time regained their vitality, but they still found it difficult to express their thoughts in words.

After all, this is a bit too scary.

"Come! People standing on the ground! Take your steps again! Call out all the people in your homes to witness!"

"Now! The hungry wolf who robbed and killed others has surrendered!"

Following Garys' roar, the town became bustling and lively, no longer as lifeless as before.

The doors of every household were opened at once, and the bizarre news, spread by word of mouth from people around, spread throughout the town in just a few minutes.

Everyone who heard the news was stunned.

No, what a joke, how come this guy who was so arrogant just a few days ago is now just a head?!

Seeing more and more people gathering around him, Garys did not look for some high place to stand. He just stood there. Only after he saw the Imam of the town, Khalid, come out did he speak again.

"There is no god but Allah, and Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah."

"Everything I said was true."

"I said that I am one with the Prophet Jesus and that I am his younger brother. When Jesus was taken up to heaven by God, I was nailed to the cross and died in his place. You don't believe me, but I don't blame you."

"As for you." Gailis pointed at Khalid, whose face was pale with fear.

"You said I was a liar and wanted to have me expelled from the town. I don't blame you. You did it out of kindness. You were worried that the townspeople would be deceived. You were following the words in the scriptures and in line with the teachings of the Prophet Muhammad."

“There are many things you don’t know, but I can be tolerant and understanding.”

"But this man, not only did not believe that I was a prophet, son of God, Messiah or apostle, but after slaughtering you and other people of God, he raised his sword and said he would kill me! This is really insulting me, cursing me, and disrespecting God!"

"I said, he shall die by the sword, and he shall die by the sword, and the many villains behind him cannot save him."

"When you are resurrected in the future, you will definitely fall into the Hell of Fire, where you will suffer eternal torture in the seventh hell, without any reduction of sentence or forgiveness."

"Because I'm afraid you won't believe me, I've brought his head to you so that you can know the consequences of being an enemy of the Prophet."

Gailis spoke with a calm face and a nonchalant tone, but when this gentle voice reached the ears of the surrounding townspeople, it was like thunder, shocking and disconcerting.

As for Khalid, who had been so weak before, when he saw Eric's head, he was already trembling with fear and his legs were shaking.

When Garys mentioned that Eric died by the sword, he couldn't help but feel his legs go weak and he fell in front of Garys.

When Garys said that this was the consequence of being an enemy of the Prophet, some yellow liquid suddenly flowed out of the ground under Khalid, soaking his pants.

Eric was already scary enough, but now this "prophet" could easily kill Eric among hundreds of people. Isn't this even more terrifying!
And if this "prophet" knew that it was him who pointed the finger in front of Eric, and wanted to divert the blame, wouldn't that be...

Terrible!

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