It's not that difficult to open a hospital in another world, right? Chapter 1556 The Holy City of Glory has been punished by God! (The strong sea monster leader adds 6 updates)
Chapter 1556 The Holy City of Glory has been punished by God! (The strong sea monster leader adds 6 updates)
The Pope knelt in front of the icon in the small prayer room and prayed silently. It was not until the vibrations of the great magic circle finally stopped and the warning signs in his mind were much weaker that he sighed and opened the door and went out:
"Someone is coming!"
This time, people came much slower than before. Especially those subordinates who were particularly diligent and pious, their faces were pale and swaying, as if their whole bodies had been drained——
The Pope also knew what was going on. He was praying, and others were also praying. A large amount of holy power poured into the great magic circle, and this glorious cathedral was saved.
He relies on the power stored in the triple crown to activate his magic. When these subordinates pray, they are really using their own holy power reserves. Such a high-intensity draw will not drain people dry!
"Go and see what's going on outside." He ordered sternly. A group of subordinates, with pale faces, cautiously approached the door, and then they exclaimed one after another:
"ah!"
"Oh my god..."
"What's going on..."
The Pope closed his eyes slightly. He knew it was miserable outside, but how miserable it was, how many people died, how many people were injured, and how many houses collapsed remained to be further investigated.
As well as the backbone of the Holy See, various dioceses, the Holy Knights, the Inquisition, the Ascetic Order, those legends and half-step legends, as well as high-level priests and high-level paladins...
How many died?
How much hurt?
How much more power can be mustered?
These need to be checked quickly, and then the follow-up steps can be carried out step by step. Ordinarily, various institutions in the Glory Holy City should come over to report at this time. Why is it so slow?
Could it be that the losses they suffered were far beyond his expectation?
His face was heavy, and he nodded seven times on his chest, then returned to the small prayer room and prayed silently. It was not until the evening of that day that news came back one after another:
The disappearance of the great elder of the Ascetic Monk Group can almost be regarded as death. Most of the Ascetic Monk Group in the Glory Holy City was wiped out——
Almost all the ascetics who walked the streets to appease and treat the people died on the spot;
Those ascetic monks who sealed themselves underground, in grottoes, or in various inexplicable places. Depending on the location and height of their residence, some escaped by chance, some turned into fly ash, and some left almost only a mark on the stone wall.
The team of Holy Knights stationed in the Holy City was training at the time of the incident, and almost all of them were wiped out. When the people from the cathedral passed by, only the grand leader was lying on the ground, vomiting blood, trying to heal himself, but even the Holy Light called out
Not coming out.
The people from the Glory Cathedral helped him to a slightly cleaner broken wall and removed his armor and stomach. The skin inside was basically scorched black. They tried to use the healing technique, but as soon as the light fell, the grand leader immediately vomited again.
A mouthful of blood...
Those in the best situation are those in various dioceses and inquisitions.
The cardinals, bishops, and lower-level monks of the diocese are basically in churches of all sizes. Some churches withstood the first wave of impact, with losses of only 40%.
In the northern part of the Holy City of Glory, houses collapsed, churches were damaged, half of the clergy inside were dead, half were seriously injured, and half were slightly injured;
The southern part of the Glory Holy City relied on the protection of the Glory Cathedral. The church was not much damaged, and the death rate of the clergy was not more than 10%.
The people in the Inquisition basically stayed in strong houses or even dungeons. Except for the research institute at the center of the explosion, which was completely destroyed and literally wiped out, the casualties of other people did not exceed 30%...
"Where are the people?" The pope closed his eyes and let out a long breath, his heart heavy. The high-ranking clergy were all in the strong fortress. The casualties were so heavy, and the casualties of the people were even more unquestionable——
Although the entire Holy City of Glory is nominally to worship and glorify the Lord of Glory, those devout believers are still indispensable.
They are needed to deliver food and spring water; they are needed to clean the streets and make utensils; they are needed to provide all services to the clergy;
More importantly, without the prayers of devout believers, where would the strong holy power accumulated in the Glory Holy City come from, and how could it show the unique status of the Glory Holy City as the Lord's holy land?
"The people... suffered heavy casualties." The young bishop who compiled all the news and came to report lowered his head sadly:
"Current statistics show that about 40,000 people died on the spot, and the number of people injured in the explosion was several times that number. The houses were basically destroyed and the people were homeless..."
"May the Lord bless the deceased and let them enter the Kingdom of Heaven directly." The Pope knelt in front of the icon and prayed in a low voice. Then, he turned around and stood up, adjusting the triple crown on his head, with a deep expression on his face:
"Let's go, children. Go among the bleeding people, among the suffering lambs. The Lord is watching us, and now is our time for the Lord in heaven to care for her lambs!"
He held his scepter and strode outside. He left the small prayer room and went to the meeting hall on the left side of the Glory Cathedral. The chief magistrate and the surviving high-ranking clergy had all arrived, and they were all in the room, all with ugly faces.
The Pope was the last to take his seat, glanced at the conference room which was at least 30% empty, sighed secretly, and went straight to the topic:
"Everyone has seen what happened today. The Holy City has suffered an unprecedented disaster, and we have reached the most dangerous moment. Now, let's take a vote: Do we want to activate [Holy Radiance] to help the Holy City tide over the difficulties?"
The priests looked at each other. The magic of Holy Glory Illumination cannot be activated casually. Its consumption is really astonishing:
It requires the leadership of the Pope, the full assistance of at least two legends, and the whole clergy of the Glory Holy City to join in the prayers wholeheartedly. For three days and three nights, without drinking or eating, to draw in the power of the Kingdom of Glory, sufficient results can be achieved.
During the last plague pandemic, the previous pope launched [Holy Illumination]. Afterwards, he vomited a lot of blood and went to the Kingdom of God shortly after. But this time, throughout the Holy City, high-level clergymen suffered heavy casualties...
"We can't hold on... there are only so many people left..."
"Yes, and there are too many injured people..."
"But, if we don't activate a large-scale magical spell, what will we do with so many injured people in the city? Are we going to watch them die?"
"Cough, cough..." The grand leader of the Holy Knights was also carried over, lying on the ground, breathless:
"Still, if you want to activate divine magic... there is no way... If you don't even save the people in the Holy City... we... we..."
"I agree to activate the magic." The Grand Inquisitor's face was so gloomy that ink dripped from his face, and the short staff he held in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.
This explosion, no matter what the cause, always detonated from the research institute under the jurisdiction of the Inquisition. Colleagues questioned the Grand Inquisition for not doing a good job and allowing foreign enemies to sneak in and cause such great damage.
In this case, the Inquisition must exert its efforts in the great magic to erase the previous mistakes. Besides, if something happens to this pope again, and the next pope takes over, won't he also have to seek help from the Inquisition?
The three elders agreed, and the matter was settled. That night, the holy bell in the bell tower of the Glory Cathedral rang out loudly, and the light on the church tower shined brightly, making the entire holy city as bright as day——
"My lord!"
"My lord!"
"Our Lord has come to save us!"
People injured in the explosion, with broken bones, bruised flesh, and blood all over the ground, were crying and shouting, crawling towards the streets, trying to expose themselves to the night sky so that they could better bathe in the holy light.
Even the injured who looked directly into the bright light and were completely blind at the moment of the explosion listened to the cries of the people around them and, full of hope, raised their heads to bear the night wind with their faces:
"My Lord..."
Clean, magnificent, and intense holy light shot out from the golden disk in the hand of the Pope, from the big book in the hand of the Grand Inquisitor, and from the long sword in the hand of another high-ranking clergyman.
Sacred and majestic, they intersected with each other and reflected downwards. The wounds of the injured who were illuminated by the light healed, the fractures continued, and the bleeding stopped. The breath of the injured began to stabilize, the pain subsided, and even began to help each other to get up:
"Captain—Master Captain—Lord..."
At this moment, shrill shouts tore through the neat and pious prayers. Next to the dying leader of the Holy Knights lying at the door of the Glorious Cathedral, a young knight knelt with a look of panic on his face.
His hands were bloody, and he tried desperately to block the wound on the leader's body, but couldn't do it--
The holy light was everywhere, and the charred flesh on the Grand Master's body quickly fell off, then grew, healed, and then quickly blistered, fester, scorched black, healed again, and fester again...
At first, the skin was ulcerated, but gradually, the muscles began to rot, and pieces would fall off piece by piece at the slightest touch.
The young man reached out to hold it and went to play it back, but there was no way he could get any help for the leader. He watched helplessly as his skin and flesh rotted away and his blood gushed out like a fountain...
"Oh God--"
More screams, sporadically, resounded from various places in the Glory Holy City. The skin was ulcerated, the muscles were rotten, the internal organs were like burning, and people were vomiting blood...
All kinds of questions emerged one after another. The Pope hung high in the sky, overlooking the scenes in the Holy City, and his cheeks couldn't help but twitch:
What's happening here?
what is happening!
Not only can so many people not be cured, but they are getting worse and worse... What happened? Could it be that the attack during the day was the devil's arrival, and they were all contaminated with the devil's aura, so they were not tolerated by the holy light?
If the Pope could see Gretel's paper, he would probably be mentally prepared for this situation of "the more treatment gets worse, the worse it gets."
But it is a pity that Gretel's paper was strictly blocked by the Magic Council. Except for a very small number of magicians who are qualified to study radioactive materials, no one else even knew that such a paper existed.
But even so, it did not prevent the spies lurking around the Holy City from being proud and sending clear reports back:
"The sun sets in the Glory Holy City! This city has been punished by their gods!"