Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Holy City Vatican.

The news that Samuel was abducted by the dark evil god caused panic and chaos.

The Knights went out in full force, searching every inch of land, even going deep into the dangerous edge of the North, but found nothing.

High Priest Samuel seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Although Branwen regretted not having witnessed Samuel's divine punishment, he nonetheless seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He used his identity as a "survivor" to make a big fuss inside and outside the Vatican, claiming to have witnessed the truth behind Samuel's disappearance:

Samuel is not a person favored by God at all.

He believes in a dark evil god who is good at disguise, and filthy dark magic flows in his body.

He is a minion of darkness and a traitor who has deceived everyone!

He was abducted, and perhaps he returned to the embrace of darkness!

As a result, the believers in the holy city were very panicked.

Having lost the miracle and Samuel, their spiritual pillar, more and more people began to waver in the face of Branwen's well-founded accusations and the fact that Samuel could not be found.

Bishop Cyril was exhausted and had to temporarily accept this explanation under pressure.

The Holy See and the Knights Templar jointly issued the highest level arrest warrant.

On the wanted poster, Samuel's holy face was painted with shadows symbolizing darkness and distorted lines.

The portraits of those who were once favored by God were burned in public.

He became the most notorious blasphemer and dark apostle in the history of the Holy City.

With the issuance of the wanted warrant, the search for Samuel gradually stopped in public.

The succession ceremony of the Supreme Bishop had to be put back on the agenda in a heavy and strange atmosphere.

Branwen is about to become the new High Bishop.

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The dome of the cathedral is towering, the believers hold their breath, the royal family and high-ranking officials of the Vatican sit at the table, and the Knights Templar stand solemnly on both sides.

The elderly Supreme Bishop Cyril was dressed in the most solemn holy robe, his old fingers trembling slightly.

He was not willing to pass the throne of the Supreme Bishop to Branwen, but that was the rule and he could not disobey it.

Branwen, dressed in his new bishop's robes, stood beside him, his back straight.

In the square, a dense crowd of people stood silently.

"May God the Father bear witness." Cyril unfolded the parchment scroll, his voice low and solemn.

Branwen knelt reverently, folded his hands on his chest, and prepared to accept the canonization.

But the moment his knees touched the ground, a sharp pain suddenly exploded from the cracks in his bones, as if countless fine needles were piercing his flesh.

He groaned, cold sweat instantly breaking out on his forehead. He staggered to steady his body, but tilted uncontrollably.

Under countless astonished gazes, Branwen, dressed in bishop's robes, rolled down the high altar steps in a miserable state!

The luxurious robe was covered in dust and rolled several times before stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden change, and whispers spread like a tide.

"My God..."

"Is Father God unwilling to allow Lord Branwen to become a bishop?"

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Branwen was dizzy and felt like his bones were broken. The humiliation made him almost crazy.

He struggled to get up, not even bothering to brush off the dust, and used his hands and feet to climb up the altar steps again!

"Father God! Father God!"

Branwen's face turned pale, and he shouted at the sky at the top of his lungs, "I helped you expose Samuel's disguise and expose that dark mind thief! Why didn't you bless me? Why did you treat me like this?"

He had just climbed two steps when the invisible force descended again, more ferocious than the last time.

Branwen felt as if his feet were frozen to the stone steps.

"boom!"

This time, he rolled farther and in a more miserable state. His forehead hit the edge of the stone steps, and the skin instantly became red, swollen, and broken, oozing blood.

The carefully prepared bishop's mitre also rolled to the side at an angle.

"Because what you believe in is a fake."

A clear and calm voice, as pure as jade, interrupted Branwen's desperate roar.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound in astonishment.

At the edge of the square, the crowd seemed to be separated by an invisible force.

Samuel walked slowly towards them, his pure white robe spotless and outlining his tall and slender figure.

The members of the Knights Templar should have stepped forward to stop them, but their feet were rooted to the spot.

They were the ones who had witnessed countless miracles performed by God the Father for Samuel. They tightened and loosened their grip on the sword as they watched him walk towards the altar step by step.

"Catch him! Catch him quickly!" Branwen pointed at Samuel and shouted hysterically to the knights and the crowd.

But no one dared to really stop it.

Samuel walked to the feet of the disheveled Branwen and stopped.

He lowered his eyes slightly, "Did you hear that? The Father God you believe in is fake."

Then he bent down again and, in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, he said word by word, "Unfortunately, your father, Zephyros... has passed away."

Branwen's eyes suddenly widened.

Disappear? No... Impossible!

Samuel stopped looking at him, stood up, and walked straight to the platform. Cyril stared at him blankly, a trace of trance in his old eyes.

Just as Samuel stepped onto the last step, holy light suddenly poured down from the dome.

It was like the gates of heaven opened, looming over the altar.

In the beam of light, a tall and upright figure of light slowly appeared.

Jinchen's figure was vague and majestic, and the pressure of divinity spread throughout the entire church.

The crowd was instantly excited.

“It’s Father God!”

Branwen screamed, "It's fake! It's fake! It's the Dark Lord in disguise! Don't trust him!"

The believers were at a loss, not knowing whether to kneel down or question.

At that moment, the sound of orderly footsteps could be heard from the back of the hall. Everyone turned around and saw dozens of elderly men dressed in priestly robes from different countries and denominations, led by a Templar Knight, excitedly marching towards the altar.

The leader, a white-haired, highly respected old priest, shouted in a trembling voice.

"All high-ranking priests of the Church on the continent received the oracle of the Father God in their dreams last night!"

"Father God commanded us to come here to testify for Priest Samuel, the true one favored by God!"

Branwen froze in place, her lip quivering.

All believers:!!!

Father God is such a big deal!

The last bit of doubt instantly vanished. With so many Vatican leaders testifying in person, how could this be true?!

The believers no longer hesitated, including royal representatives and all members of the Knights Templar, knelt down one after another.

"No...it's not like that...it's not..." Branwen still stubbornly refused to believe it.

But just as Samuel stopped on the platform to receive the title, flowers bloomed outside the square.

Branwen slumped at the bottom of the steps, taking in the scene.

A majestic and sacred figure within the pillar of light, Samuel bathed in divine light on the high platform...

His eyes were dazed, and he turned around like a madman, pushed away the crowd blocking his way, and stumbled out of the square.