"Quickly, pile up all the furniture so they can't come in."
Amid the hustle and bustle, the guards of Hagia Sophia hurriedly piled various furniture in the church behind the brass door on the other side where the sound of knives and axes kept coming.
Although no one pointed it out, everyone in the church knew that this was a critical moment. As long as the brass door that protected everyone was broken, there would be an extremely brutal killing, and they were probably the ones who failed.
By.
There were mobs who wanted to climb into the church through the large windows, but this was all to die. There were guard handles on every window, and the screams of the daring ones who fell gave some comfort to the nervous people.
Many people are ready to fight to the death. They are not afraid of death. They are only afraid of being discovered in the basement where their family members are hidden. They pray silently in their hearts, only hoping that God can satisfy their humble wishes. They only hope that their death will be enough.
Let the thugs be satisfied.
Metropolitan Hilarion was wearing armor under the attire of a squire, and on top of the original chain mail, he was also putting on scale armor. This made the Metropolitan feel a little strenuous. He was not like this before.
Hilarion climbed up to the position of metropolitan from the wilderness of Rus. In a place where the authority of the Duke is difficult to radiate, if you want to spread the gospel and save your life, you need not only a mouth, but also a strong body and the ability to fight on the battlefield.
Mastery of the Way.
"It's time to kill again. After so many years, I finally returned to this way and picked up my old friend again. May God bless me."
Putting aside thoughts about the decline in physical condition, now is not the time to think about these things, pick up the gold and silver inlaid mace. This weapon is always carried by the metropolitan by his entourage. Many people regard it as a simple guard of honor, but
In fact, this mace has been with the Metropolitan for decades, and now it is just inlaid with gold and silver. In the past years, it has smashed the heads of countless pagan fanatics.
Holding this mace, Ilarion seemed to return to his youthful years, when he was full of energy, had no awe of the wilderness of Ross, and was filled with the desire for challenge and change.
However, the boundless wilderness of Ross finally made him realize the reality. It is impossible to change this land full of paganism with his own passion. He can only climb higher and lead this country from a higher position.
Everything can lead Ross to enter the Lord's heaven.
So he picked up the words that he once didn't care about. He wrote many articles. These were articles about God's redemption and the human soul. They were dedicated to the Grand Duke who ruled Kiev, and the Grand Duke valued them very much, and he even liked writing them.
These articles are by Ilarion.
Hilarion therefore became the first Russian metropolitan in Russia. He spared no effort to spread the gospel of the Lord, sending more missionaries to the wilderness to promote the conversion of the Russian people. Under his governance, the Russian church flourished
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In order for his career to proceed better, he established a good relationship with the eldest son of the grand duke who ruled Kiev after the death of the grand duke. Originally, everything should have developed like this, and everything should have been extremely smooth, but the death of the grand duke's eldest son broke everything.
, and what follows is what we know.
After completing these memories, Hilarion looked at the mirror in front of him and saw his well-maintained skin in the prosperous life in Kiev, his slightly rich body, and the gold and silver jewelry all over his body. Hilarion suddenly realized that he had once
The things he avoided thinking about were now placed in front of him. When did he, who used to use the earth as his bed and the sky as his quilt in the wilderness, become so pampered?
Metropolitan Hilarion suddenly felt that his face was burning. He actually neglected to practice hard work and exercise on himself. Is there any difference between him and those fat-minded monks in the imperial capital? As a devout Christian, his moral sense whipped Yi Larion.
Larion made the metropolitan feel extremely guilty.
“Could it be that this is God’s punishment for me being immersed in wealth?”
Looking at the Savior on the cross, the metropolitan couldn't help but say these words.
Suddenly, an extremely violent banging sound came from behind the church door, attracting the metropolitan's attention. He saw that the brass door was twisted and deformed under the blow, and even the furniture blocking the back was shaken by it. Hilarion
Seeing this, he frowned, knowing that it was about to begin.
But at this moment, he has no fear. He has abandoned those political plans and has only one thought in his mind - to wash away the sins of this body with the blood of pagans or his own blood.
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"Hey! Hey! Hey!"
In the sound of neat and powerful chants, the mob carried huge beams and crashed into the brass door. The door, which had been hacked with countless swords and axes but could not be stopped, shook violently under this blow, as if it would be hit the next moment.
open.
This beam was obtained by the mob who demolished nearby houses. In order to find such a suitable large piece of wood, they killed many people.
Arrows kept falling on the makeshift battering ram, and mobs kept falling to the ground, but someone immediately took their place. The hammer was like a death trap, swallowing up countless lives, but there were still people who came forward one after another.
If faced with such a death trap before, the mob would have dispersed like birds and beasts, but at this moment, the desire to kill and plunder is driving them. Behind the door is gold and silver treasures, and everyone can get rich from it!
Amid the expectations of countless mobs, the solid brass door finally burst open, revealing the Ross defenders behind it. The mob rushed forward with their fanatical will, but what they encountered was ruthless swords.
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The defenders of Hagia Sophia have all made up their minds to die. They either want to sacrifice their souls to God, or they want to fight to the end for their families. Various reasons make them stand together and fight to the end for this moment!
With an attitude even crazier than the mob, the defenders fearlessly rushed into the mob, slashing and killing each other. They relied on their thick armor to charge into the enemy formation, attacking those whose armor could withstand it, and those who couldn't withstand it with their physical bodies. Even if
Even if you are trying to be killed yourself, you have to kill the enemy first. Even if you bite him with your teeth, you still have to bite him to death!
Metropolitan Hilarion took the lead, using his mace to repeatedly open the enemy's heads, and his two layers of armor were enough to protect him.
With this more crazy attitude, the defenders frightened the mob. The mob thought that these Christians could not stop them, but now they were killed and retreated steadily. As for the Perun believers in the mob, they could only try their best.
Prevent total collapse, but only just.
The mob retreated in embarrassment while shouting for the appearance of the wolf-skinned warriors. As long as these warriors appeared, victory would definitely belong to them. However, for some unknown reason, those warriors who showed great power before were nowhere to be seen.
In the distance, the old warlock frowned as he watched all this. It wasn't that he didn't want to send out those crazy warriors, but that after taking Perun's drug, the user must rest for at least three hours before going into battle again.
They could only lie there dying like dead dogs.
In other words, the old warlock had no tricks at all. He could only watch the situation deteriorate, and watch the team he was going to give the Christians a fatal blow be massacred by the Christians.
But the big men carrying the emblem of Perun still looked at the old warlock with fanatical eyes. In their opinion, there was nothing that the old warlock could not do.
Should I run away?
Just when the old warlock was thinking about something that was contrary to the omnipotent persona he usually displayed to his believers, a huge horn sound came from behind him, and then he felt something flying from his side with the force of breaking through the air.