Miss Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either!

At this moment, the people in the whole of Londinium, the whole of Victoria, and even the whole of Terra, who are watching the relevant channels of Victoria, have all noticed the title that attracted countless people's attention.

——[On the Evil of the Lateran Church—95 Theses]!

Chapter 38 Here, everyone expects it!

Victoria, St John's Cathedral.

The setting sun is like blood, sprinkled on the marble road leading to the church. The evening wind blows through the towering street trees on both sides, and the rustling sound is like the whispering of the devil. In the hazy sunlight, it blends with the sunset glow in the sky, which seems real and illusory. However, the mottled walls, the untended garden, the crooked altar and the dusty gate, at this moment, the residence of God looks It looks so bleak!

The Victorian Royal Mounted Police are armed with lances, and the heavy weapons that are as tall as a person are engraved with the emblem of the Victorian royal family "Griffin, Unicorn, and Aslan". The light guides the way forward.Dozens of mounted policemen are like the noble griffin knights in ancient legends. The formation in the shape of a character is like the arrow of a sharp arrow. As long as the commander gives an order, they can leave the string and penetrate the enemy's formation.And there are four such arrays!

At this moment, the residents on both sides of the street have already noticed the abnormality of the outside world. The residents of the elegant clock tower country looked surprised, pushed open the windows, opened the door of the house, and looked at the overwhelming "knights" with suspicious eyes. It seems to be thinking, who is Victoria going to war with?And protected by these four cavalry in the center, is that nobleman who can call the wind and rain in the empire.

Broca was sitting in the carriage in the center, wearing a teaching crown, holding a scepter, and dressed in fine clothes, closing his eyes and meditating.

In front of her was the information that Wayne ordered the intelligence department to hand over to him, about what the Holy See had done in Victoria over the years.

The more you read, the more shocking it becomes!

There are corrupt priests who, under the pretext that God wants to repair heaven, extort money from villages with little information and serious superstitions, but what they give in return is a verbal sentence "God will remember you".

There are dirty priests, full of nonsense, who say to ignorant girls: "I have demons in me, and hell in you. Only by letting the demons return to hell can we complete our mission.".Gao Jie's excuse is actually to do mediocre things. The so-called letting the devil go to hell is pure adultery.

What's more, on the grounds of convincing the believers and washing away their sins, dozens of young girls from a whole village were imprisoned in the church, trained "according to the oracle", and then sold to local nobles, foreign lords, and even Mercenary organization, serving as servants, ornamental items, and daily necessities.

Shit, when did God issue such a damn order? !

She tightly held the parchment in her bosom, wishing she had another pen in her hand, to draw out the depression in her heart at the moment with scribbles, to accuse the sins of the corrupt, and to seek punishment and forgiveness from God, the king, and the people !

She can do it, and directly opposite her, the guard "Mud Rock" sent to her by Prince Wei En and His Majesty Wei Na is sitting upright. The parchment will be delivered to her within 5 minutes.

But she didn't open her mouth after all, because she knew that there was never an end to evil, and some things were beyond words!But she can't tell them all, because if so, the whole land will be completely disappointed with the so-called "church" and "gods"!

But people still need the church to sustenance their melancholy and depression, and the gods to seek forgiveness and comfort. washing.

This is probably why, Prince Wayne didn't send these things to me until now...

I don't want me to take drastic actions and disrupt everything that has been arranged with great difficulty.

Broca knew it, but at the same time he was a little relieved.

His Highness Wayne was thinking of her all the time, which more or less made her a little embarrassed.

I can't live up to his expectations!

Broca rolled up the archives on the desk one by one, and she firmly remembered the bloody accusation written on the thick parchment, and then she handed all these documents to Muyan.

"Mr. Mudstone (Although Wayne recognized Mudrock, but did not tell others about Mudrock's identity), please put these things in the safe of the religious office. Every generation of Patriarch in the future, please let them Look at these things and remember your mission."

The expression under the mudstone mask was weirdly distorted under the title of "Mr.", but she did not refute, but nodded silently, and stretched out her hand to seal all the scrolls and files in the rock generated by the Originium technique in the ball.

Although she was the first person to handle these archives, she hadn't actually read them, but she could vaguely guess the contents of the files from Broca's expression. She is not a fool, although sometimes there are some A little confused and slow, but she also had a premonition of what Victoria was going on at the moment.

This will be something that will shake the whole Terra, enough to leave his name on this land.

It is a real [great cause]!

"I will."

Mudrock's voice was very soft, but under the effect of the voice changer, it seemed very dull. In any case, Broca got the answer he wanted.

At this moment, the carriage also slowly stopped its wheels.

Around St. John's Cathedral, outside the cordon formed by scattered mounted police forces, the old priests looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

Isn't the church already abandoned?Why did so many mounted police suddenly appear and block off the place?

What about Broca?Didn't you promise yourself that you would come back soon?where is she nowHow anxious would she be if she knew that the church was surrounded?

This church is the place where the child grew up, it is her home!

The old priest couldn't sit still, he rushed into the crowd, Kuranta's natural athleticism allowed him to walk like flying even though he was seventy years old, squeezed out of the crowd, and he finally came in front of the mounted police.

Their bodies are like the cedars standing against the cold in the Ursas wasteland, and their resolute eyes are like the fishermen who hold steel forks and fight sea beasts in legends. gilded.

The old priest straightened his neck, squeezed out a smile, and asked the mounted policeman in front of him:

"My lord, may I ask what you are doing to surround this place?"

The mounted policeman didn't look sideways, and replied lightly:

"Obey orders, hold rituals, break [religious power]."

The old priest choked for a moment, his pupils dilated unbelievably, but at this moment, he was more worried about Broca than curious about the ceremony, and he asked again:

"My lord, may I ask if you have seen a little girl, her name is Broca, and she is a nun!"

A look of interest appeared on the calm face of the mounted policeman. He threw the question back and said:

"You know her?"

The old priest nodded quickly, not only did not let go of his heart, but hung up.

This is the army, and the people in the army know Broca, which may not be a good thing.

He only hoped that things didn't develop in the worst direction he thought in his mind:

"I know, I know, she is a nun of Anglicanism, my student, godson, where is she now?"

The mounted policeman froze for a moment, with a look of surprise on his face.

He didn't expect that the priest who inquired about the Patriarch at the scene of the ceremony would have such a big background?

The patriarch is his student, godson, so what level should he be?

The mounted policeman didn't know, but he knew that this was someone he wanted to treat with courtesy, so he winked at his colleague beside him, then turned sideways, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of please, road:

"I'll take you to see her right now."

The old priest blinked in surprise, but the action of the mounted policeman had already aroused the amazement of countless onlookers around him. He couldn't get off the tiger, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and nodded, and walked towards the inside of the blockade.

Bypassing the familiar garden of St. John's Cathedral, and walking through the wide gravel road in front of the main entrance of the church, in front of his eyes is the familiar yet unfamiliar thick marble relief gate of St. John's Cathedral. In front of the gate, He saw a familiar figure that he couldn't be familiar with.

"Out of a desire for truth and discernment; Master of Arts, Master of Theology and Priest of St. John's Cathedral in Victoria, Sister Broca, proposes to preside over a public debate on the following articles, and would like written comments from those who are unable to participate in the oral debate .

In the name of my merciful, wise, and magnanimous Lord.Amen. "

[01.When I say, "Repent ye," His intention is that believers devote their lives to repentance.

02．The word "repentance" should not be understood as a ceremony of penance, that is, confession and penance under the auspices of a priest.

03．But it does not mean only inner repentance, which is ineffective without various external austerities.

04．The punishment of atonement should be carried out simultaneously with self-hatred, that is, true inner repentance, until entering the kingdom of heaven.

05．The Pope has neither the will nor the power to absolve any sin, he can only absolve the punishments imposed on people by his own authority or canon law. 】

The drone hovered around him, spreading the immature but firm face of the girl to the entire land of Terra through radio and data.Broca didn't change his face, and made a generous statement:

【twenty four.Therefore, the indiscriminate promotion of forgiveness of sins inevitably leads to the deception of a large number of people.

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27．They preach only the human proposition that when the silver coins in the cash-box jingle, the souls in purgatory will fly to heaven.

28．Obviously, when coins are clinking in the till, all that is added is greed and self-interest.As for the efficacy of church intercession, it is only governed by God, and the pope has no right to usurp it! 】

The voice of questioning was not loud, but it sounded like a bell, resounding in the ears of everyone who listened, watched, and witnessed the ceremony.

【35．It is not in conformity with the teaching of Christ to preach that buying a soul from the torments of purgatory, or purchasing the privilege of confession, necessitates repentance.

36．Sincerely repentant Christians, even if they do not purchase indulgences, can still obtain the right to complete immunity from punishment.

37．A sincerely repentant Christian, whether alive or dead, even without an indulgence, can still share in the blessing and grace of God and the church. 】

Justified by faith, people should never decide whether they can go to heaven because of the amount of wealth. In that case, why should people pray to the Holy See, and they should go directly to the Temple of Wealth.

【75．It must be madness to think that the Pope's indulgences have so much effect;

76．On the contrary, we hold that papal indulgences are hard to absolve even the most trivial of sins.

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80．The bishops, priests, and theologians who allow this fallacy to spread among the people are responsible for it. 】

Completely deny that the so-called indulgence note is actually a piece of waste paper with a stamp on it. It is worthless, and it is even more unsightly. Naturally, it cannot forgive any sins.

Broca knew this a long time ago, so he never participated in the sale of indulgences, but ignored the priests of other churches to make money from it. She used to think that she only needed to clear the snow in front of her door, but now she I know that no matter how delicious the soup is, it will become stinky because of an impurity. Ignoring those corrupt priests who are in the Holy See is disrespect to all the hard-working priests!It is a blasphemy against God, the construction of this system, and the original intention of leading people to be good!

And now, she's setting her sights to the southeast.

The leader of the corrupt sits on the sacred throne, so the throne will no longer be sacred. If you talk about who is the initiator of everything, Broca may not be able to find it in this life, but if you talk about who is the last The one who benefits the most can only be one.

[Therefore, on the basis of the above 95 theses, I, the Anglican Patriarch of Victoria, Broca Lowewe, hereby declare that in the name of the Father, that is, the Son, that is, the Holy Spirit, the sinner Peter X With excommunication! 】

[This is what everyone expects. 】

Chapter 39 The Wrath of the Pope!

Lateran, Pope's Palace, 6:00 pm.

Urbino stood in front of the window of the meeting room, and as far as he could see was the majestic church buildings of the Holy City, the Vatican. Usually, when he stood here, looking at the majestic towers and domes in the distance, there would always be an uncontrollable surge in his heart. With the turbulent waves of the storm, he could not wait to open his hands and take the entire civilized world into his arms, as if Urbino was the master of the world.

However, for some reason, standing in front of the window today, looking at the thousand-year-old city under the dim sunlight, he felt a little desolate.It seemed that the great sun that had so long shone on Lateran was sinking, and the long night was approaching.

Gently drawing the curtains of the Holy See meeting room, Urbino turned his head, and the silence spread among the many colleagues in the meeting room, accompanied by an increasingly depressed and restless atmosphere.

But no one spoke, because the man who had called them here hadn't officially appeared yet.

Another 5 minutes passed, and with the sound of a powerful crutch, the door of the meeting room was pushed open. Surrounded by white-clothed paladins in cross armor, the aged pope walked towards the At the only desk in the conference room, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Report the situation. Tell me what happened this afternoon."

Pope Peter X took out his presbyopic glasses from the gold-rimmed cassock, put them on the bridge of his nose, raised his head, glanced at the silent crowd, and suddenly let out a sneer:

"Tell me, what happened this afternoon? Don't you think you can hide such a big thing from me?! Don't you usually talk non-stop? Come, now, translate for me, Victoria that By the way, what a surprise for me!"

He lifted the scepter of the cross in his hand and pointed it at Urbino. The hard metal scepter was only a few centimeters away from the tip of the cardinal's rookie's nose. Nona's tall nose!

"Archbishop of Urbino, it is up to you to tell me."

Urbino swallowed, and glanced at his colleagues around him. They either lowered their heads, or looked heavy, or were full of sympathy, but at nine o'clock, no one dared to say a word or two for him.

Damn, surface bro!

Urbino cursed in his heart, but his face was full of fear. He didn't dare to repeat the one-hour, 95-point speech and the final shocking sentence, so he quietly took out the front end from his pocket. At that time, the godfather of a Columbia church connected to his mobile phone and opened the video that is now blowing up the entire Internet

——[Shameless, the Holy Lateran Catholic Church actually does this kind of thing behind the scenes...]

The uploader's name is "Joseph Pulitzer", and he claims to be the greatest journalist in Terra's history, but in fact his account currently only has this piece of news.

But enough, Urbino thought to himself, what could be more exciting news than the Pope of the Catholic Church being excommunicated and made a criminal?

The Lateran Catholic Church tried to search for the owner of this account, but in the end they could only find that the IP was located in Colombia, and there was no news about the rest.

Naturally, they would not know that the real identity of this mysterious "Pulitzer reporter" is actually Wayne who is far away in Victoria, and they would not have thought that the reason why Rutland could not find out about Wayne anyway was because Wayne spent a full [-] million Lateran gold coins to become a shareholder in the Colombian emerging technology company "Rhine Life", using the core server of the most advanced Rhine Life Data Department in Terra.

The 5 million yuan of Lateran gold coins stored in Citibank, Colombia, was the "coaching funds" that the Pope generously donated to Wayne!

But Urbino knew that now it didn't matter whether he could find Mr. Pulitzer who deserved to go to hell or not. It had happened. If there was no Pulitzer, there would be Vanlitzer, Golitzer.And what he can do now is to do everything possible to keep his head and the red robe on his body.

"Your Majesty, please."

Urbino bowed down, and respectfully placed the mobile phone in front of Peter X. On the screen, because of the superb skills of the photographer, Broca's petite figure also appeared extremely tall, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun, as if Plated with a layer of gold wheel, exuding dazzling light.

She spoke slowly:

"Therefore, on the basis of the above 95 theses, I, the Anglican Patriarch of Victoria, Broca Lowewe, hereby declare that in the name of the Father, that is, the Son, that is, the Holy Spirit, the sinner Peter X With excommunication! This is what everyone expects."

"Huh-huh--"

After taking four or five deep breaths, even the cardinal beside him felt a little worried and wanted to check his physical condition. Peter X suddenly opened his eyes wide, raised his hand, and tremblingly took off his hand. His glasses were placed on the map of Terra on the desk.

The tone of Peter X's voice was unprecedentedly gloomy, like a sultry night before a storm.

"It's okay, it's okay, we still have Wayne, as long as Wayne launches a rebellion, everything will be fine."

As if to comfort everyone, or to hypnotize himself, Peter X murmured, and with his outstretched hand, he clicked and clicked on the location of Londinium, the capital of Victoria, on the map of Terra on the desktop.

Urbino swallowed again, bit the bullet and deflated his mouth to report:

"Your Majesty, Wayne..."

"Winn said he doesn't have enough funds and can't launch a rebellion now!"