Falsifying history is good business

When he arrived at the center of the gathering place, Lin You chose to wear the golden robe; since he had decided to ask for "copyright fees" as a "God", he naturally had to create a full sense of mystery and a majestic image.

The dazzling golden light was immediately noticed by the people present, and the sound of prayers gradually faded away from near to far.

Leading the prayer was Archbishop Cyrus Engelkade Hemelfat of the Church of the Eternal Fire. He had no idea that an uninvited guest had appeared behind him and in front of a group of noble believers. He only heard the change in the chanting.

This was a fat, half-bald old man, whose old body had lost most of his sensory acuity, except for his attention to sacrificial rituals, which was almost engraved into his instincts. When the chanting gradually became quieter, the archbishop frowned, and when the sound completely disappeared, he finally couldn't help his anger and turned away from the "brazier".

For an old and obese man, even turning around is extremely difficult. In order to avoid losing his balance and falling to the ground, the Archbishop can only slow down his movements as much as possible; at the same time, in order to avoid people's "misunderstanding" of him as clumsy and old, whenever he needs to slow down his movements, he will try to put on a special expression of calmness and indifference that has been tempered a thousand times, just to cover up his clumsiness with grace and modify his old age with majesty.

In short, it is not surprising that the skills of pretense, mystification, and solemnity are probably essential skills for all religious leaders.

Lin You obviously had no intention of cooperating according to the other party's script; when Cyrus finally turned his huge belly over, a golden scepter with a snake wrapped around it hit him on the head.

The force was not strong and the skull was not broken, but after a loud "bang", the old man felt dizzy; a red color filled his vision, which was the blood flowing from his forehead into his eyes.

Before the old man could figure out what was happening, he was kicked hard in the stomach again. His fat body weighing over 200 pounds flew sideways, and the earth shook when he landed.

Before a large group of distinguished believers could even cry out in surprise, this unprecedented attack on the Archbishop of Eternal Fire was over.

The scolding from the surroundings came late, and more than a dozen armored warriors around them drew their swords at the same time. But Lin You just turned his head and glanced at them, and the feet of more than ten people were all fixed in place.

Their feet were fixed, but their upper bodies were not; the heavy armor and the momentum of their forward charge gave them such huge inertia that they fell to the ground in an almost uniform posture.

There were wails everywhere at once.

The human ankle bones are very fragile most of the time. When the soles of the feet are firmly fixed on the ground and the body falls forward, it is equivalent to breaking the bones 90 degrees - this is an angle that seriously violates the human body structure.

With the medical level in the Middle Ages, if magical aid was not taken into account, even if the bones of these dozen warriors could be healed in the future, most of them would be disabled; at the very least, their ankles would no longer be able to support a full body of armor in addition to their own weight.

As for seeking help from magic... As fanatical believers of the Eternal Fire, how could the temple guards and the "knights" of the Order of the Flaming Rose bow their heads and seek help from lowly and insidious warlocks?
At most, you will be disabled for life, but you will not die; it is time to show the firm faith of loyal believers to the great "Eternal Flame".

"You announced to the world that the flames in the Mahakam Mountains are the eternal fire that dispels darkness and evil? You also openly claimed that the man in golden armor that people saw was a messenger who came to the world with the eternal fire?" Lin You stepped on the archbishop's stomach, and the snake head on the scepter bared its fangs, hanging above his half-bald forehead. "How come I don't know when I was recruited by your Church of the Eternal Fire?"

Although it was a soft whisper, with the background sound of wailing all over the ground, it sounded like a biting cold wind that chilled the heart and lungs.

Cyrus was bleeding from his head and his head was spinning. He was in good health because he didn't faint on the spot. How could he answer the question? He was muttering something, but it had nothing to do with Lin You's question: "Evildoer, you are evil, a devil... The fire will purify you."

As a religious leader, denouncement of enemies has become Archbishop Cyrus's subconscious instinct; when the brain is unable to think clearly, acting on instinct is a normal reaction of people.

His Eminence's instinct was to follow the usual procedures of the Eternal Fire Sect: the first step was to label the enemy an enemy of civilization or a public enemy of humanity, the second step was to dispatch church forces to attack, suppress, expel or arrest - the specific measures would depend on the strength of the enemy, and then the trial could be conducted. Of course, if the opponent was too strong, the trial could be held in absentia, or the first two steps could be repeated until the trial could be conducted. However, the tactics that had always worked were absolutely stupid tonight.

Many of the nobles from the four kingdoms present had personally experienced the "burning of orcs" battle; even if they didn't know Lin You, they knew the unique "golden armor". They all knew that the terrifying fire that spread over dozens of miles that day was released by the person in front of them; but you, the Archbishop of the Eternal Fire, judged him as "evil" and "devil" in front of so many people?
So the rally organized by the Eternal Flame tonight is to celebrate the coming of the "devil", right?
"Ahaha, if I am 'evil' and 'devil', then what are the invading orc army? Is it 'bright justice'? From what standpoint do you say such things, Your Excellency the Bishop? Are you on the side of the foreign invaders?" Lin You seemed to be asking a question, but in fact he didn't care about the answer at all; he exerted force on his feet, stepping on Cyrus so hard that he felt like dying, and the abuse in his mouth turned into wails.

"You're using my name to cheat people. Doesn't that make me your accomplice? You have to pay people to be your thugs, but you want to get it for free from me? Do you think I'm one of those fanatics who think even the gods should make free contributions to your fraudulent church, huh?!"

Lin You's anger gradually grew, and his voice became increasingly high-pitched, and everyone present could hear it clearly. When they heard him call himself a "god", they were stunned for a moment and gasped.

"Devil!" One of the fallen church warriors shouted while trying to hold back the pain. At the same time, a black round ball was thrown towards Lin You. Lin You ignored it and let it explode in the air, creating a cloud of golden smoke.

After taking a closer look, the author laughed out loud: "Oh, hymenium. I haven't seen it for a long time. I forgot to bring some back last time. Don't you classify demon hunters as non-human? Why are you using their hymenium bombs?"

In response, he was shot with several crossbow arrows, all from the fallen warriors; several of them were holding small crossbows. The church's armed forces were indeed composed of the most fanatical believers, and the power of faith could sometimes overcome physical pain; they could launch a counterattack so quickly when they were severely injured, and they adopted the most appropriate method - at least in their perception.

Unfortunately, Lin You’s subsequent reaction was beyond everyone’s expectations, and it also made them understand why this person dared to call himself a "god."

The spreading magic-blocking gold smoke had no effect on Lin You, and the crossbow arrows shot at him and hovered directly in front of him without moving forward an inch.

The next moment, a strong wind blew, and the smoke rolled back, blowing over a group of princes and nobles; after a few "puff" sounds, some people in the crowd fell down.

Lin You laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that there are still sorcerers here. You are not really believers of the Eternal Fire, are you? Then maybe when they sentence you to death by burning at the stake in the future, they will ask you to use magic to light the firewood under your feet yourself!"

Most of the people present were believers of the Eternal Fire. When they heard the word "warlock", the crowd dispersed, revealing three figures on the ground. There was one person lying in each of the three groups of people in Redania, Temeria, and Aedirn, but only the warlock lying in the Redania group had someone accompanying him. He was a tall, strong, bald fat man who squatted on the ground and held the unconscious warlock in his arms for examination.

Judging from the body curves, the warlock being picked up is a female.

Lin You looked at the bald fat man. He vaguely remembered the existence of such a character, but he was too lazy to think about it. His sight fell on the crossbow arrows in the air, and then the crossbow arrows changed.

The crossbow arrows, which were originally only as long as an adult male's palm, suddenly swelled. The straight arrow bodies began to twist and deform, and the tail feathers at the end spread out like wings. They rose higher and higher in the eyes of everyone, and finally turned into giant dragons over a hundred feet long in the night sky.

In the light of the fire, giant dragons soared in the sky and circled back and forth on the mountaintops; their scales reflected the fiery red light, and their wings flapped wildly, causing sand and rocks to fly, and their violent roars shook the earth.

Hundreds of nobles trembled in fear and tried to flee; however, they ran into an invisible barrier after turning around and running a few steps.

The dimensional space had silently enveloped the entire mountain; more than one-third of the high-ranking nobles of the four northern kingdoms became fish on Lin You's chopping board.

"Silence!" (End of this chapter)