Byron even dispatched a Fourth Order Incarnation disguised as an ordinary soldier to lead other mbers skilled in Shapeshifting and the [Storm Cloak] to clean up the tough Church Faction.
Ensuring everything goes seamlessly.
As gunshots rang out, Count Hodalan led his main forces to the exterior of Roschild Cathedral.
Everyone hid under the "National Border Lock" spread by [The First Overseas Expansion Order], stealthily approaching within a few hundred ters of the cathedral.
Over a hundred shiny large caliber field cannons lined up, aid in an arc at the cathedral.
You might wonder, where did the industrially backward Kalmar Triad get these gleaming field cannons?
The artilleryn themselves don’t know either.
When asked, they say they grew out of the ground, picked up by the roadside.
Wild field cannons, wild pump-action shotguns, wild bolt-action rifles, wild Sacred Relics... that’s how they all ca to be.
Since they were ’Heaven Punishing Traitors,’ naturally, all these things are gifts from nature, having nothing to do with foreign forces.
If the cathedral were by a river or sea, they would have brought warships to bombard it.
Count Hodalan looked at the colorful stained glass with almost no defensive power in front of the cathedral, a cruel smile curling at his lips:
"Load the scatter bombs for , three, two, one, fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...
Orange-red cannon flas instantly illuminated the night sky of the Royal Capital.
Inside the cathedral.
A group of Church Faction high officials led by Cardinal Roschild Archbishop Pond Elliot was still discussing how to deal with the reformist faction.
"Archbishop, I think since we are already targeting high-ranking generals, we might as well label them as traitors and kill them all for peace of mind.
The [King of the Wild Hunt], who established the Protestant Royal Religion, cos on fiercely, and we must be prepared."
"No, now the Holy Cathedral of Saint Peter has promised extra to grant a secular Prince-Elector position to the Kalmar Union, and the [Evernight Queen] continues to grit her teeth in battle to remain in the Empire.
Our task now is to take advantage of the Queen’s absence to deplete the Kalmar Union’s strength to enrich the Church.
Since the ’Torch’ captured by the Southern Continent’s Remit People is far from enough, and there are so many Lighthouse Sequences among the Bayfolk, let’s turn them into torches to illuminate the Sea of Monsters in search of [Noah’s Ark].
This would be making the best use of everything."
The group nodded in agreent, getting more excited as they spoke:
"Anyway, with the [Evernight Queen] absent, we are the masters of this country.
We can even organize a regular blessing event, to make the Bayfolk elites of the Three Kingdoms disappear logically..."
"With the intelligence those foolish Madams and Ladies divulge to us in the confessional, we know the situation in every family like the back of our hands.
If we make a move, we can wipe out the Transcendent of the Lighthouse Sequence in a short ti."
"Take it slow, we still need to be careful about that Kingdom’s Guardian, Spade J."
Archbishop Pond Elliot, carrying the tasks arranged by the Saints, accepted all these vile ideas without objection and decisively concluded:
"Very well, let’s do it this way!
It’s late already, the church crypt has prepared ’entertainnt programs’ for all of you. Please stay overnight at the cathedral tonight."
Upon hearing this, a dozen high officials from the Church Faction imdiately felt a fire in their bellies.
They knew the cathedral had collected the best offerings from the entire Kalmar Union, and previously only those with rits were allowed by the Archbishop to enjoy it once.
This ti, he was unusually generous.
However, just as they eagerly stood up.
Their ears were suddenly filled with the sound of thunder, instinctively turning to look outside the stained glass windows, only to feel sothing hit their bodies hard.
Then their feet left the ground, and sothing warm flowed out from countless holes in their bodies.
After a long ti, distant sounds of explosions, screams, and glass shattering reached their ears. They tried to lift their heads to see what had happened.
But they could only swallow their last breath helplessly.
"Kill, kill, kill! Leave no one on the list.
This is our own land, only punish traitors, do not harm the innocent."
After three consecutive rounds of shooting, soldiers rushed into the cathedral, aiming at any figure in Priestly Robes and fired supplentary shots. Countless steel balls swept through every inch of space occupied by clergy.
Inside the building, the Trench Broom was practically a Divine Artifact.
Bam! Bam! Bam!...
Ravens perched on the branches outside the cathedral, and the continuous gunfire sounded like popping beans, but to Byron, it was exceptionally pleasant.
Turning the world to mute, listening to the sound of bullets being chambered.
Byron listened attentively, but heard in the breeze the voice of the [creator]: "This sacred vote I cast for Saint Byron, he... will eventually be crowned king!"
Hah, if the barrel of the gun is not the Mandate of Heaven, then what is?!
However, just as gunfire reverberated across the entire Kalmar Union, a figure in Feirentui University in the neighboring Holy Silver Empire to the south was abruptly awakened.
Turning to look at the "History of the Silver Continent" that automatically opened on the desk.
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