Chapter 49: The Gate-Seizing Incident (End)

“Hmmmm…”

The crows resting on the branches were startled by the sudden shout and almost fell off the tree.

Horn's originally kind and peaceful face suddenly became ferocious, his nostrils kept trembling, his arms stretched forward, and his whole body was shaking and twitching.

Balls of white foam flowed from the corners of his mouth. Horn drew the letter ∞ in the air with his head, and his hands spread out like a roc's wings, and then crossed in front of his chest.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh——”

“Mmmmm—”

Horn crossed his legs, twisted his hands together like a pretzel, and let out an almost continuous long howl, trying to suppress the fierce discussions.

Under the training of the Knight's Breathing Method and with the blessing of extraordinary abilities, Horn's ability to perform shamanic acts, no, the ability of the Holy Father's possession has been unprecedentedly strengthened.

Not only can he use his flexible body, which was trained through breathing techniques, to assume ever more bizarre postures, but he can also constantly adjust his breathing to make the shrill, weird cries from his mouth even longer.

With the help of a breathing technique, the effect of the Holy Father's possession has been greatly improved.

If he acquires the ability to master the three-stage breathing method, what will be the effect of the shaman dance?
As expected, the strange and terrifying atmosphere was much stronger than before.

"It is the Holy Father who has come down to earth. Worship the Holy Father!"

At the simultaneous shouts of Busak and Jeshka, all the villagers of the former Moulin Rouge Village knelt down.

As Horn shouted, they raised their hands and bowed their foreheads to the ground in reverence.

When Horn twitched, they stood up and shouted in response.

The local refugees outside the Gulag monastery opened their eyes wide, not understanding what was happening.

They looked at Horn, who was twitching wildly in the moonlight, his mysterious movements and his shrill cries, as if he had endured something he shouldn't have endured.

Surrounding Horn in the middle, the faces of the Papal Guards were fanatical, and they rose and fell like waves with Horn's voice.

In the moonlight, the stigmata on Horn's neck seemed to glow.

Could it be... that he is really the Holy Father?

The refugees began to get scared. It didn't seem like a show.

"Thank you, Holy Father, for giving me body and spirit. Blessed be the merciful Lord, who is happy to cleanse my sinful body."

At some point, the rest of the refugees began to sing along to the hymns of the Apostolic Guards. Many of them even felt weak at the knees and knelt down.

"Mad, crazy!" Townley's cry of fear was so harsh in the hymns.

At first, it was the Holy Ten Families who belonged to the Apostolic Guard who sang reflexively, but as the herd effect took hold, most people started singing along.

When the chorus reached its climax, Horn's expression, which had been rolling his eyes and with the corners of his mouth twitching constantly, suddenly returned to calm and peaceful.

The hymns slowly stopped, and everyone's eyes were focused on Horn. The previous dancing and hymns seemed to have covered him with a veil of sacredness and fear.

"I am the Holy Father!"

Horn's tall body suddenly hunched over, and two lines appeared on his face. He touched his non-existent beard and looked up at the sky.

Below his sight, the refugees knelt on the ground, as quiet as lambs.

Only Tang Li and others were still standing stiffly, which was so abrupt.

"Hahahahaha."

Horn would rather risk being exposed and directly pretend to be the God of the universe, while Townley simply tore off the last layer of fig leaf.

He pointed the dagger in his hand at Horn: "Do you think that everyone will believe you are the Holy Father just because you danced for a while and shouted a few incomprehensible words?"

Townley's speech did not elicit any response, it just echoed across the empty hillside.

Everything was silent, and the sound that contained fear was even a little out of tune.

There was no expression on Horn's face. He still didn't look at the crowd. Instead, he looked diagonally upwards, his face still showing a compassionate expression.

"Rector, are you here?"

"Holy Father, your devout followers are here."

Although he didn't know why the Holy Father called him, Rector quickly imitated Cosse's actions, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and slid forward to kneel more than one meter.

"Rector, you have listened to the Gospel many times, but you don't repent. The adultery between a man and a woman is disturbing human relations, which is forbidden by the commandments!"

This time, the Holy Father's face was not as kind as before, but rather had a rare majesty and authority without even getting angry.

The sound was not loud, but to Rector it was like a loud bell or a drum, which froze all the blood in his body and made the world in front of him blur.

How could he forget that the Holy Father certainly knew everything in the world, and he was lucky every time and thought he could hide it from everyone.

But the Holy Father knew everything. The fear turned into a feeling of nausea. He wanted to stand up and worship again, but his whole body fell to the ground.

"Holy Father, Holy Father, I know I was wrong, I know I was wrong." Rector burst into tears and trembled all over.

Horn ignored him and cast his eyes into the air: "Is Doyle from the Ruilan family here?"

Not far away, the kneeling refugees quickly made way, exposing Doyle, who was lying on the ground and trembling, to everyone.

"Doyle, the devil's mission is to steal, rob and cheat. Stealing from loved ones is an even greater crime!"

Horn shouted sharply, and everyone's eyes were focused on Doyle.

Doyle's face was as pale as a bone and his whole body was shaking like a sieve.

A middle-aged farmer roared in disbelief and pounced on him.

"I was wondering who stole the money I hid, and it turned out to be you, a jerk!"

"Stop hitting me, I know I was wrong."

"That's your sister's dowry, are you going to steal it too?"

"So what if I stole it? Do I not need to get married? You just want to keep me by your side in my old age!"

Ignoring the struggle between the father and son, Horn continued to look into the air: "Dora from the Chick family, is she here?"

"Dora, you slandered your best friend secretly. Is this what a believer should do?"

"Eunye, you secretly used your sweaty hands to dirty other people's baguettes..."

"Merrig, you took someone else's sheep back to your own sheepfold, which is undoubtedly stealing..."

In the quiet night, Horn pointed out the evil deeds and secrets of seven or eight people in succession based on the intelligence collected by the Children's Army.

All those who were named had their faces turned pale, and they fell to their knees, confessing and crying bitterly.

Among them were both members of the Apostolic Guard and refugees, but none of them were wrong.

Every time someone knelt down on the ground, the remaining people's faces would show more panic and respect.

The wind became even stronger, and even shook the big bell in the bell tower, making a slight sound.

In the night sky, the sound of confession from bells, the sound of the wind crying, all mixed together with Horn's stern, old and hoarse voice.

The lingering sound of the hymn was still lingering, and the shrill and mysterious roars were still ringing in his ears. Although the world before him was still the same world, when Horn stood there, everything seemed different.

Townley was confused. He looked at Horn, who seemed to be standing there with endless majesty, and was completely confused.

You know, many of the secrets and crimes pointed out by Horn happened in extremely private environments. When the crimes were committed, even only the person himself knew about them. How could they still be known?

Looking at Horn's majestic and superior eyes, an unprecedented sense of fear weighed on his heart.

Could it be that the Holy Father has really come down to earth?
Were all my previous speculations wrong?
Drops of cold sweat slid down Tang Li's forehead. The thugs and armed farmers who were guarding him lowered their heads and moved away little by little.

"Tang Li, do you admit your guilt?" The old and hoarse voice sounded again.

The sound was not loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Tang Li's ears. His knees went weak and he knelt down unconsciously.

“I have long warned you that Horn is Myrcella’s true adopted son and my true grandson. With him, all difficulties will be overcome, but you just didn’t listen!
Horn is my only eye in the world, able to see everything. To be disrespectful to him is to be disrespectful to me!
Tang Li, you isolated the inside and outside of the Papal Palace, falsely spread the Papal Bull, and even beat believers, and you refused to admit all the crimes you committed!
Horn wanted to be lenient with you, but you refuted it with a false contract, causing the people to distrust each other. Do you know your sin?"

Tang Li's throat was dry. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter anything. He could only look gloomy and shiver continuously.

"Even if humans forget and history is tampered with, I will never forgive you."

"I have finished my words here, and I will return to heaven—"

As soon as he finished speaking, Horn, who had been so majestic before, suddenly fell down, shocking the people nearby so much that they came forward to help him.

But the Saint Grandson continued to twitch for a long time before returning to normal.

With the help of the crowd, Horn stood up with a wry smile: "The power of the Holy Father is too great for a mortal like me to bear."

Tapping the muscles on his calves, Horn secretly warned himself not to do difficult moves for the sake of show effect next time, as he had cramps.

Countless people buried their heads in the ground, looking at Horn with great fanaticism.

what is that?
That was a miracle just now!

Those who had previously expressed their doubts now lay prostrate on the ground, not daring to move at all.

"The sins you committed before were because you did not know that the Holy Father had eyes. I will baptize you to atone for your sins, but I can only wash away the sins of the world."

Ignoring the "sinners" who were distraught after hearing the last sentence, Horn looked at the confused Townley and said, "As for Archbishop Townley, why did you make such a fuss?

Don't worry, we will only investigate the main culprit and not the others. Tangli will be caned 40 times, sent to prison to repent, and stripped of his cardinal title. Tangli will still be the Metropolitan of the Thousand River Valley, and the cardinal title will be given to Father Cosset instead! "

(End of this chapter)