"You..." Deputy Sheriff Barton was dumbfounded, his teeth knocked out, and he spoke incoherently, his words barely audible. "Leave... top pole... ha me?"
Supported by other clergy, he subconsciously touched his half-shattered face. For a moment, he felt air leaking from his mouth and his entire head was numb. He couldn't feel the pain yet. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't believe that King of Chambord would actually dare to attack him. Wasn't he afraid of the Church's punishment? Attacking clergy was tantamount to defying God and would be punished by the entire Holy Church.
"Why wouldn't I dare hit you?" Under the astonished gazes of the surrounding crowd, Sun Fei approached Barton and the dozens of clergy members step by step, sneering, "Didn't you say I wouldn't dare lay a finger on you? Now I've laid five fingers on you, what can you do to me?"
"I'm... I'm... I'm... done... it's over!!" Barton was almost driven mad with rage. He hadn't even realized he'd actually been hit until a sharp pain shot through half his face, finally making him realize what had happened. Even so, his first reaction wasn't fear, but rather fury and humiliation. He roared, "Sang... everyone... kill him! Quickly, Sang!"
But the other clergy were not as crazy as him.
These guys, who usually swaggered around Twin Flag City in their divine robes, were all terrified by Sun Fei's ruthless and merciless attacks. He dared to slap even the deputy shepherd, so he would definitely slap them too if he rushed up. They all hesitated and pushed each other away, their eyes unable to hide their fear and terror, like hyenas that had been scared out of their wits, tucking their tails between their legs and cowering forward.
"Am I doomed?" Sun Fei laughed loudly.
He reached out and grabbed at the void, and a tremendous force surged forth, pulling Barton from the distance and bringing him closer, only to slap him again.
Snap!
The crisp sound rang out again, clear yet unbelievable, in everyone's ears.
Sun Fei didn't use his full strength, but the power of a level 43 Nightmare Difficulty [ Barbarian Mode ] is so great that even a steel plate would be pierced with a handprint. In an instant, the other half of the arrogant deputy shepherd's face was swelled up without mercy, and the remaining three intact teeth were also knocked out.
The onlookers felt as if they were in a dream.
No one could believe what they were seeing. Was Lord Alexander truly fearless, actually daring to attack someone from the Holy Church? Hearing the resounding slap across Barton's face, everyone felt a mixture of worry for Sun Fei and immense satisfaction. Sun Fei had done what they wanted to do but dared not. Some even couldn't help but whisper cheers, only to be quickly covered by their companions, fearing the Church would hold a grudge and seek revenge later...
"Your Majesty..." Garcia instinctively tried to stop Sun Fei.
"Don't move, let him be." Batistuta reached out to stop the young priest, shaking his head. "It seems you don't quite understand the character of your savior. At this time, you'd better not stand against him..." He glanced at the terrified priests opposite him and smiled. "These bastards are rampant, harming their followers and defiling the Glory of the gods. They're utterly corrupt. It's only right that they pay a price."
Clap clap clap clap!
As they spoke, Sun Fei had already walked into the middle of a group of divine masters. Without saying a word, he unleashed a flurry of slaps, sending the figures in their divine robes flying away in panic, howling as if they had been thrown out by the neck...
"You're dead..." Barton, not yet unconscious, howled like a pig being slaughtered, pointing at Sun Fei and threatening him frantically. "Hahaha, you hit someone from the Church, you're finished! No one can save you no matter where you hide! Hahaha, go ahead and kill me, kill me then..."
"I won't kill you." Sun Fei over and stomped on Barton's hand, coldly sneering as he squeezed harder, crushing Barton's arm into bone fragments with a crack. He said, "But I'll make you wish you were dead. The Holy Church, is it? Whoever dares to steal from others should be prepared to have their arm broken!"
"You... you..." Barton was in excruciating pain, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Kill... if you have the guts, kill me. You... you'll regret it."
Upon hearing this, Sun Fei's lips curled into a cruel sneer. He swiftly raised his foot and crushed the man's other hand. Suddenly remembering that Angela was nearby, and not wanting to create any more Bloody, he beckoned to Drogba and the others in the distance and said, "Take all these blind fools into the Barracks. Give each of them a hundred lashes, but don't kill them. Release one alive to report to the church and have the sheriff of the Twin Flag City Diocese come and collect them personally. I want to hear his explanation. Does a clergyman have the right to arbitrarily snatch my pet dog?"
"Yes, sir."
Drogba, Pierce, Robben, and the others, who were already furious, grinned upon hearing the order.
A group of men chuckled and rolled up their sleeves, then, like tigers trampling sheep, they rushed over and, mimicking His Majesty the King, slapped the thirty-odd clergy members half to death. They then bound them all with rope and, like dragging dead dogs, pulled them into the Barracks amidst cries of agony. Soon, the sound of whips cracking echoed through the air.
The military's efficiency in such matters was fully demonstrated in this case.
Moreover, the soldiers of Chambord City could see that His Majesty King was very displeased with these guys, so they showed no mercy when they attacked, beating the pampered and delicate Church lords until they cried out for mercy and begged for forgiveness!
The crisp crack of the whip and the pitiful screams were chilling and utterly heartbreaking.
But to the onlookers, it was so satisfying. No one sympathized with them; on the contrary, most of the civilians wished they could rush over, pick up a whip, and lash these fat, bloated men a few times to truly vent their anger.
Barton, who had been beaten unconscious like a dead dog by Sun Fei, was dragged into the Chambord City Barracks and placed on a broken wooden plank, waiting for David Baoye, the parish priest of Twin Flag City Diocese, to come and take him away.
Angela made no comment on any of this, nor did she show any sympathy.
Firstly, Barton and his group's unreasonable and arrogant behavior had indeed angered the kind-hearted Princess. Secondly, compared to the pitiful state of Barton and his group, the girl was more concerned about His Majesty the King. Seeing Sun Fei's Sun Fei rage, Angela came over and gently comforted him before temporarily returning to the new residence with Jima and the four strange beasts.
Angela almost never gets involved in matters concerning the military.
Batistuta, the right deacon of the Black-Robed Holy Temple, seemed to have also noticed something. His gaze was fixed on Angela, his eyes shining with interest. The brilliance in his eyes was exactly what Sun Fei least wanted to see in the eyes of the Church.
Batistuta watched as Angela and her group disappeared around the street corner in the distance before thoughtfully withdrawing his gaze.
"Lord Batistuta, I think we can now return to our previous topic." Sun Fei frowned, extending an invitation for the three to follow him into the camp of the Chambord City Urban Management.
"I wonder what Your Majesty's considerations are? Would you be willing to join my Black-Robed Holy Temple?" Batistuta was overjoyed when Sun Fei brought up the previous matter, as it meant that things had progressed in the direction he most wanted to see.
"Please forgive my frankness, Right Deacon, but your proposal is almost entirely unappealing. Everyone knows the Black-Robed Holy Temple's current situation within the Church; to put it bluntly, it's a bottomless pit of fire. Anyone who jumps in will get burned. I could easily choose to join a more powerful and influential faction, without the hardship and danger of joining the Black-Robed Holy Temple."
Soldiers had already set up tables and chairs in the Barracks. Sun Fei sat down at the main table, watching the soldiers carry out the execution while smiling and speaking.
Batistuta gave a wry smile and nodded, saying, "Your Majesty is indeed frank. I must admit that everything you have said is true. However, Your Majesty should also have heard the saying that giving a farmer a pot of burning coals in the cold, snowy season is far more valuable than giving a nobleman a piece of cheese after a banquet. You are a truly insightful and wise man, and naturally understand the reason behind it."
"Oh, you mean I can get more benefits by joining the Black-Robed Holy Temple, is that right?" Sun Fei waved his hand, signaling the soldiers to stop the execution. The clergy's wails finally stopped, turning into pitiful groans. One lucky one was untied and released to return to the church to report the news.
"Your Majesty's words are indeed straightforward. Yes, that's exactly what I meant." Batistuta's expression turned serious as he solemnly said, "I can assure you that, as long as you nod, from this day forward, you will be the supreme Pope of the Black-Robed Holy Temple. Every word you utter will be the will of God. You can freely mobilize all the Temple's resources and experts. Believe me, Your Majesty, as a faction that once ruled the entire Holy Church, we have a glorious past and unimaginable strength."
"Wow, is this considered a bribe? It sounds somewhat attractive. However, I can't have all the good things in the world to myself. Tell me, if I join, what would I need to do for the Temple?" Faced with such a temptation, no one would be unmoved, but Sun Fei understood that there is no such thing as a free lunch. What you get is always proportional to what you give; the more you gain, the more you have to give.
"There is only one thing you need to accomplish, and that is to ascend to the supreme throne of the Holy Church and become one of the most powerful men on this continent." Batistuta's eyes gleamed with determination as he said, "Believe me, the entire Black-Robed Holy Temple will spare no effort to put you on the papal throne."
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