Eternal Era January 1, 1073, the first day of the New Year.

In the north of the Segs continent, the Mannia Highlands, where the eternal holy city of Mannia is located, also ushered in the first snow in winter.

The sky was gray, and the snowflakes like goose feathers fell down, making them dark and cold.

However, today's Mania City is particularly noisy.

The central part of the city is the sacred square.

This huge square, located in the Eternal Hall, the intersection of the Imperial Palace and the Graycastle Parliament Building, has long been covered by crowds.

The indifferent and ruthless judge knights and the big and round city guards maintained order on the scene, roughly isolated the curious civilians from the center of the square, and in the center of the square, a huge platform had been set up.

The platform is divided into three areas, with seats and gorgeous umbrella covers built, and even a magic array for adjusting temperature is portrayed.

This is where the clergy of the church and the rulers of the empire are.

Among the three regions, the center is the Holy See of the Eternal Pope, symbolizing that the divine power is higher than the royal power.

On the right is the royal family, sitting with the 14-year-old Princess Teresa, the successor of the empire, and other royal family members, including some former royal families who had elected the imperial emperors.

Regent Bishop Winster was also included.

Before becoming a monk, this fief bishop was originally a member of the current royal family of Tres.

On the left, there are Duke Corens, the Elector and the Speaker of the Noble, and other great nobles and archbishops who participated in the operation of the central part of the empire.

These people are the most powerful people in the entire Holy Mannian Empire, and at the same time, the most powerful people in the entire continent.

The current Pope Benedict II of the Eternal Church is a kind old man.

His hair and beard are white, his back is hunched, and his gorgeous and solemn robe makes him look both sacred and majestic.

He is already very old, and the hunched body under his wide holy robe gives people the illusion that he will fall with the wind at any time.

However, no one dared to underestimate the seemingly weak Pope's crown.

Although he is nearly three hundred years old and is close to the limit of the lifespan of human legends, as the divine follower of the true god, a powerful man who can summon divine power and perform divine submission techniques will respect him a little.

At the same time, Benedict II was also the longest-serving pope in the history of the Eternal Church. To this day, it is his 83rd year in charge of the Holy See.

Under the platform, citizens looked at the powerful people above curiously.

Although these archbishops and great nobles who ruled the church and the empire have long been well-known, it is the first time that most ordinary people have seen with their own eyes.

Especially the Pope's crown, who only appeared during the huge celebration, and Princess Theresa, who was officially established as the heir to the empire not long ago.

This girl with pink makeup and jade is just fourteen years old, with blonde hair and green eyes, like other noble girls, noble and beautiful. It can be seen that she will definitely be a beautiful woman who will be charming after growing up.

She sat there quietly, her big shiny eyes looking around excitedly, innocent and clear, as if she was quite curious about this big scene.

However, when her eyes touched the solemn gaze of the Regent Minister Bishop Winster beside her and the gentle smile of the Speaker of the opposite Speaker, Duke Corlens, soon sat upright again, giving people a feeling of being obedient and cowardly.

But even so, her eyes still couldn't help but quietly turn around, especially in front of the platform, the long and long slaughter standing with thorns and barbs.

Her big, untainted, black and white eyes were full of novelty, like a piece of white paper that had never been rendered dirty.

Next to the punishment rack, there were several judges in black robes standing. Each of them had a very powerful aura, far beyond ordinary golden professions, making people afraid to look directly at him.

On the periphery of the stern rack, the fully armed soldiers had already been on guard against each other, and they were all elite among the elite, completely isolated the onlookers.

When Demacia mixed into the crowd and came to the square, she saw this scene.

"Boss Dema, don't you have to make a big fuss in the square later. Can you save John the God-loving man?"

Beside him, another player in a hooded whispered.

A few days ago, the Eternal Church released the news of the judgment of John the Old, and for players who have been paying attention to the trends of the mainland, this news spread throughout the server as soon as possible.

The Eternal Church dares to judge its own God’s favor?

This naturally aroused the players' sense of collective honor and anger.

Although the distance is far, a considerable number of high-level players gathered and contacted the underground forces of the Life Church in Mania City to discuss the feasibility of rescue.

Demacia, who had the strongest strength, had once entered the Dorolia Castle Prison and also recorded the preaching story of John the Old, naturally became the leader introduced by everyone.

However, after hearing what his companions said, Demacia shook her head slightly and sighed:

"What to rescue? How to rescue? With so many golden pros and legends, maybe there are demigod angels watching the show hidden behind them, just by these crooked melons?"

"But Dema, don't you have a God of Death punishment?"

"But there is only one divine punishment..."

"What should we do?"

"Cold! Look carefully and just do as I said before!"

"No? Wouldn't that be to sit and watch John be burned to death?"

The player who was talking to Demacia frowned slightly, and seemed quite unhappy.

And Demacia was silent for a moment and sighed:

"That's what he means..."

The player is silent.

He knows who Demacia is talking about "he".

"Even if...even if the price is death?"

He couldn't help but say.

"Yes, even if it is death... there are always some things that are higher than life."

Demacia sighed.

Hearing this sentence, the player who talked to him opened his mouth and looked at the famous boss in the entire server in a bit incredible way.

As if he noticed his companion's strange gaze, Demacia turned around and looked dark:

"No, what expression do you have?"

"Uh... nothing, I just didn't expect you to say such things by Boss Dema... I always think, I always think you are very proud, um... quite unrestrained."

The player scratched his head.

Demacia:...

"What the hell is unrestrained?"

"Well... are independent and dare to take risks? Or... there are always some high-end operations?"

Demacia:...

You might as well just say that I love to be dying.

He complained in his heart.

Demacia knew his personality very well, and he also understood that what his companions said was right. He was indeed a reckless person, who liked to take risks and committed suicide.

Although the game has been playing for so long, he treats "Elf Kingdom" more as a game than those players who have long treated "Elf Kingdom" as another person.

But even if he is like this, he will be touched...

Recalling what Old John said and did in prison, Demacia's eyes gradually became solemn.

He never admired any NPC in "The Kingdom of the Elf".

But now, maybe there is.

Although, even now, with his true heart, he still feels that Old John's choice of dedication is a huge loss to the Church of Life...

With a gentle sigh, Demacia looked at the surrounding square again.

His eyes swept over the gorgeously dressed and noble archbishops on the platform, and then the fierce and armed guards below the stage, and finally stopped at the large number of civilians gathered in the square, with dishes on the face, simple clothes, even patches or even tattered...

The same square, but on and off the stage, it looks like two worlds.

However, even the civilians gathered in the square had a good life in Mania City.

As the country of the entire empire and one of the most prosperous cities in the human country, their living conditions are definitely the upper class in the human society on the entire continent.

Those farmers living in the countryside, those who live in slums, are not even qualified to stand here and watch.

At this moment, Demacia really felt the tearing of human society in Seges...

"The existence of extraordinary power has accelerated the solidification of society, and the rapid improvement of magic power has not only not destroyed this solidification, but has strengthened contradictions and increased more contradictions, making the already unstable society more unstable."

"Human society is dead, and this world... needs a new force to inject vitality and vitality!"

Unconsciously, Demacia remembered the two words he heard in prison that Old John said.

If the player said these words, he was not surprised, but if he replaced it with an NPC and someone who had just received the teachings of life for less than a year, it would really make people feel shocked and respected.

Demacia was thinking about it until the harsh bell came from the platform. The black-clothed bishop, with a cold face, walked up to the stage and announced that he would bring the pagans who blasphemed the gods and destroy the imperial order.

Gradually, a commotion occurred in the crowd in the distance. The legendary sword saint Sward, who had surrendered to the empire, led a team of fully armed guards and escorted a straight figure up.

That figure was nothing but Old John.

Seeing the appearance of Old John, Demacia's expression changed slightly.
To be continued...