After several days of intensive arrangements, Todd finally ushered in the ceremony for the election of the throne of the Holy Acropolis.

Early in the morning, after washing up and having breakfast, Todd returned to his room and opened the soul space. He arranged tactical communication for Muxicheng and Froststone Camp respectively, and cooperated with Rachel on the Alien Association. Coordinated.

After doing these things, Todd returned to the room and walked to the window, looking at the dense clouds in the sky, feeling the cool breeze, and gently said: "The storm is coming."

Putting on the church robe, Todd came to the backyard of the cathedral, vaguely heard a sharp voice.

"You and your teacher are both apostates under the rule of Heavenly Father!" Cardinal Jacob, with a cold expression, shouted viciously at Tristan: "You must be hiding something!"

The latter braced his chest fearlessly: "Your Excellency Jacob, please pay attention to your words, I don't really matter, but it's against the church's admonition to deliberate on another cardinal."

Jacob was waiting to say something more, when he saw Todd walking slowly, he swallowed his words, glared at Tristan bitterly, and turned and left the backyard.

Todd walked to Tristan, glanced at Jacob's back, and asked in a low voice, "Is there a problem?"

"It's a barking vicious dog." Tristan looked around, pulled Todd's sleeves, came to an empty corner, and whispered: "I don't know what you and Muxicheng are. Relationship, but there is an intelligence that might be of interest to you."

"Intelligence? What is it?"

Tristan said with a face: "At today's throne election ceremony, the church will give up support for His Royal Highness Mattide."

Todd was slightly surprised.

Tristan continued: "I don't know the specific reason, but this news comes from an internal channel in the church, and it should be reliable...how? Surprising news, right?"

Todd smiled and nodded.

He was a little surprised, but it was not because of the church's decision to abandon Mattide, but because Tristanken told him about it.

"Tristan, thank you." Todd said sincerely, "You did me a great favor."

Tristan smiled and waved his hand: "It's not a big deal. If you can get in touch with the Twilight Mission, let them be more careful."

Todd patted the other person on the shoulder and walked to the carriage at the backyard gate.

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The Holy Acropolis is a very peculiar kingdom. Although it is under the rule of the Father, it still has the shadow of a barbarian tribe in many customs.

For example, the election of the throne. In other parish kingdoms, the king only needs to appoint a child to inherit the throne, and then invite the church to preside over the throne ceremony for him.

But in the Holy Acropolis, the successor to the throne must first be recognized by most nobles. This method is somewhat similar to that of the leader of a barbarian tribe. The upper one must obtain the consent of most of the patriarchs. As for the election process, it is called "Throne of Sord" in the mouth of the Holy Acropolis.

Todd stood in the royal hall of the Holy Acropolis, looking at hundreds of people around him, the bustling crowd crowded the place.

Looking at Muxi’s mission, Todd first exchanged glances with Mary.

The latter was in this chaotic scene, her face pale and her fists clenched, but the moment she saw Todd, her stiff body slowly relaxed.

Todd moved his gaze to the direction of the throne again, and the frail Leoric sat on the throne weakly, his eyes looking at the distant nothingness.

Beside him, stood a tall man in a gray robe, with a pitch-black hood covering his face, and a string of bird bones hung on a tall oak staff.

Todd played with a twelve-point spirit, carefully observing the gray-robed man's every move. What surprised him was that the other party didn't move at all from start to finish, and he couldn't even see the ups and downs of his breathing.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" A distinguished nobleman walked to the head of the throne and shouted to everyone in the hall: "It's time to choose a new master for the Holy Acropolis!"

The nobleman did not intend to ask for Leoric's permission at all, so he proposed the beginning of the election ceremony without authorization. His words and deeds did not seem to put the old king in his eyes at all.

Facing this scene, Leoric sat on the throne, his eyes still looking far away, his body remained unchanged, as if everything that happened in the hall had nothing to do with him.

Another nobleman stood up, tilted his head, and spit on the ground: "Let us quickly finish this **** thing! I can't wait to see the new king of the Holy Acropolis!"

One after another nobles sang together, and people cast their applauding eyes and words of kindness to the two Highnesses in the center of the venue. No one remembered that there was still a dying old man sitting on the throne.

In the noise of people, two large wooden frames were lifted out.

One is placed on the left side of the throne, and the other is placed on the right side of the throne.

Sinclair first took off his saber and placed it on the left wooden frame; and Matide put his sabre on the right wooden frame.

Someone shouted: "Let the election begin! What are we waiting for?!"

"Wait a minute!"

At this moment, one person suddenly walked out of the church community.

Cardinal Jacob, holding a gold leaf sacrament in his hand, walked to the front of the throne under everyone’s gaze, slowly opened the instrument, and said aloud: “In the name of the Father, Pope Alexander respected the Holy Acropolis. The tradition of ensuring the fairness and justice of the elections, and decided to withdraw the secular orders granted to His Royal Highness Matide..."

"What?!" Mattide, who was still full of confidence a second, heard the news announced by Jacob, and he was struck by lightning.

He waved his arms, ran to the cardinal in a panic, grabbed the other's sleeve, and screamed: "I don't believe it! You must be lying to me!"

Jacob showed the documents. The handwriting of Pope Alexander and the seal of the Cardinal Vatican made the surrounding aristocrats talk a lot, and completely defeated the last trace of luck in Matide's heart.

"Why? Why? Why are you doing this?!"

Matide looked at Jacob stupidly, with a dull expression, as if he had lost all hope.

Dion, the head of the Muxi Mission, talked to Mary in a low voice. The two looked at Todd in the crowd, but they saw the other party gently shaking their heads.

Due to the temporary withdrawal of the church, the nobles began to review the situation one after another, and those who originally supported His Royal Highness Matide began to carefully consider their choices.

Soon, a nobleman walked out of the crowd. He held the sword with the family crest and gently placed it on Sinclair's sword stand.

More and more people began to put the saber representing the family on Sinclair's wooden frame. After a while, Sinclair's wooden frame was full of various long swords, but Matide's wooden frame was empty.

Ten minutes later, every nobleman represented his family and completed the voting.

Sinclair won by an absolute advantage without any suspense. He won the support of most people, and he couldn't see the pride after victory. On the contrary, he greeted everyone in a humble manner, thanked them for their selfless support, and repeatedly promised to give back to everyone.

Looking at the sincere expression on Sinclair's face, Todd felt something in his stomach was churn.

If he hadn't known this guy in advance and had a dirty secret agreement with the church in private, Todd might think he was a pretty good person. But now, the feeling left to him is only one kind of unspeakable nausea and disgust.

While everyone was celebrating for His Royal Highness Sinclair, a nobleman from the Holy Acropolis walked up the steps of the throne, looked at the "previous king" unscrupulously, and yelled: "Leoric! Take your **** Remove from the throne, it's time to give up his seat to the new king!"

Leoric did not move.

Todd's hand slowly alienated into the form of a tyrant. He first gave Dion and Mary a concealed look~lightnovelpub.net~ and then looked up to the roof and slowly closed his eyes.

Just when he was about to start implementing the plan, something unexpected happened to him...

Perhaps angry at Leoric's indifference, the nobleman who walked to the throne stretched out his hand to pull this old thing who refused to give way to the throne of power.

When it was too late, Leoric flipped his palm, and the sword placed by the armrest of the throne, under the swing of his master, completed the action of removing the sheath and cutting horizontally in an instant. The sharp blade left a bloodstain that slowly expanded on the nobleman's neck.

The nobleman whose throat was cut, held his neck with his hand in disbelief, and the blood splashed on every corner of the throne like a fountain.

There was a lotus sound in his throat, and the noble's legs softened. Amidst the screams of everyone in the hall, he fell to the bottom of the steps, completely losing his breath.

Dark clouds enveloped the sky, the sky outside the temple was completely dark, and lightning like golden arrows shot from the dense clouds to the ground, and the light in an instant illuminated the entire palace of the king.

Leoric was covered in blood, with a sharp sword in his hand, and his silver hair and beard flew with the gale blowing into the hall.

His eyes were wide and he looked at everyone present, and no one dared to look directly into his eyes from those invincible nobles just now.

Leoric took his turn to fill the sword in his hand, a slasher chopped down with all his strength, representing Sinclair's succession to the throne of the sword seat, broke at once, and a weapon symbolizing the power of the nobility, scattered all over the ground.

"No one can drive me from the throne! Even God!"

Along with Leoric's angry roar, thunder roared outside the hall, and rain poured into the city like a waterfall. (https:)

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