Entering through the main gate of Chambord City, you are greeted by a wide main road, wide enough for six carriages to run side by side, which the residents of Chambord City affectionately call the " Golden Road."
Because this road is entirely paved with yellow stone, and due to its age, some green moss-like plants can be vaguely seen between the fine cracks in the stones, making it look like beautiful jade threads inlaid on pure gold from a distance.
The street runs through the entire Chambord City, extending all the way to the square in front of the King's Palace.
From the air, the Golden Road looks like a golden Sharp Sword wreathed in green magical ripples, laid flat in the Chambord City by some unknown deity.
As evening fell, the golden rays of the setting sun bathed the wide streets.
This is the most beautiful time of day on the Golden Road. The residents of Chambord City enjoy strolling leisurely along this street, chatting and laughing with their neighbors and friends about the day's events and interesting stories.
The setting sun is usually the most peaceful and heartwarming moment.
Even Sun Fei, the King, would sometimes secretly don a cloak at dusk and mingle among the crowd to experience this strong atmosphere of family affection. In this atmosphere, Sun Fei's restless mood would become calmer than ever before, forgetting the heavy burdens on his shoulders. In a daze, he would feel as if he were a lone knight-errant, like those in ancient China, wandering freely in the martial arts world.
However, the tranquil atmosphere of [ The Golden Path ] today has been disrupted by the intrusion of some people.
As the residents of Chambord City strolled along the streets as usual, exchanging smiles and greetings, a sudden, rapid clatter of hooves shook the earth from afar. Six riders in bright red cloaks and armor appeared side by side on the horizon, bursting through the city gates like Whirlwind and sweeping across the streets.
The knights swept through like a raging wind, charging into the bustling crowd without hesitation.
Their whips cracked as they charged wildly, deliberately crashing into the elderly, children, and women who Avoid n't Avoid in time. Old Man with white hair was trampled and fell to the ground, bleeding from a head wound. A woman who turned to protect her young child had her clothes torn open by the rider's whip, leaving a deep, bloody gash...
In an instant, the tranquil atmosphere of the [ Golden Path ] vanished, like a wretched stone thrown into a bright, mirror-like pond by a mischievous child at sunset. Ripples broke, water splashed everywhere, and the laughter and shouts of knights, the cries of children for their parents, the screams of the Old Man and women who had fallen and hurt themselves... a cacophony of harsh sounds instantly filled the air.
The tranquil, picturesque Chambord City was thrown into chaos, a scene of utter disarray.
"You lowly commoners, get out of here... The most loyal servant of His Majesty Holy Church Platini, the thirty-fourth Pope of the Zenit Empire, His Holiness the First-Class Empire, His Holiness Mazzola Pope Sergiyeli, is about to arrive in Chambord City. Chambord City soldiers, listen up! Immediately summon your King Alexander to pay homage... All unrelated civilians, leave immediately Avoid. If any fool dares to stand in the street and disturb His Mazzola the Pope's carriage, kill him without mercy."
A string of stubborn and hard-to-remember titles came out of the mouth of the swaggering knight leader.
This giant, over two meters tall, wore a striking silver armor. The silver breastplate on his chest was emblazoned with the phosphorescent, diagonal insignia of the Holy Church's Sun god. His red cloak billowed behind him in the wind, revealing a fiery red cotton-silk shirt beneath the armor. He resembled a burning flame. His bearded face wore an undisguised air of arrogance. A leather whip hung beside his iron boot, still stained with the blood of the poor woman who had been mercilessly whipped across the back while protecting her young child; drops of blood dripped slowly to the ground...
"Block the streets, control the high points on both sides, and protect Mazzola's safety."
"Quickly, quickly, check for suspicious individuals!"
"Arrest any suspicious persons immediately! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without exception!"
As the knights rode back and forth shouting orders, more than a hundred knightly squires, clad in chainmail and wearing round, steel helmets, quickly poured into the gates of Chambord City. These squires, each with a fierce and menacing appearance, some wielding gleaming knightly Long Spear and Sharp Sword, others carrying the knights' Church shields and their masters' other belongings... Without exception, they all drove away the crowds along the roadside like wolves and tigers, shouting loudly, and soon established a strict cordon along the roadside.
Then, in the distance, through the massive gate of Chambord City, a long convoy slowly and leisurely drove in.
The lead carriage, an enormous chariot entirely covered in gilded patterns depicting the Sun god, easily drew everyone's attention. Besides its opulent design, what was most astonishing was that it had no wheels. Two constantly rotating, whistling gray vortexes replaced the wheels, gently dragging the heavy carriage, making it float in the air like a light feather. As the horses moved forward, the carriage remained completely still.
This is a magical carriage unique to the Holy Church. A mid-level wind magic array was personally engraved on the chassis by a high-level divine master. The magic array is powered by magic stones. From a distance, it looks extremely luxurious. Such a magical carriage is a symbol of status, and only high-level divine masters are qualified to use it.
On either side of the luxurious magical carriage, more than forty apprentice priests dressed in black robes with red Church insignia embroidered on their collars and cloaks followed closely, serving humbly beside them.
Apprentices of the divine masters, also known as cultivators, have a master-servant relationship with their divine masters. They are considered the most humble servants of the gods. Each of them carries a long black chain on their back. Even when they walk, the chains sway and make a clanging sound. The combination of these sounds creates an indescribable sense of oppression, making people tremble and keep their distance.
The priests and knights are the two pillars of the Holy Church on the Azeroth Continent.
They are the perfect partners, their relationship somewhat like that of a warrior and a mage. One excels in physical combat and possesses immense strength, while the other is skilled in magic and divination, with unpredictable power. In battle, they can complement each other's strengths and weaknesses. Therefore, whenever the Holy Church opens a branch church in a certain location, it always appoints both a knight and a priest in the selection process.
The streets were quickly cleared, and the residents of Chambord City were required to stand obediently on the side of the street. Any unusual movement could be seen by the knights' squires as disrespect for the priest, Lord Mazzola. Even if they were killed on the spot, there would be no one to reason with them.
The gilded magical carriage moved slowly along the [ Golden Road ] as if inspecting its citizens.
Along the streets, people looked at the convoy with deep awe.
Of course, there was also a hint of suppressed disgust and hatred.
When Chambord City was besieged by the Black Armor Army and on the verge of collapse, these Church knights and priests, who usually swaggered around the Chambord City and enjoyed all privileges, offered no Resist whatsoever, abandoning the city like stray dogs. But as soon as the crisis subsided, these greedy locusts and vicious jackals couldn't wait to return and show off their power... Does the Holy Church have no shame?
Seemingly sensing the less-than-friendly gazes from both sides, the gilded magic carriage suddenly stopped. The door opened, the black curtain was lifted, and a slightly balding old man leaned out. He paused, then stepped out and stood on the footboard in front of the carriage.
This is the priest Mazzola.
A greedy, shrewd, vicious, and ruthless fellow, not tall, only about 1.65 meters, thin, with a terrifying glint in his eyes from time to time. Someone once described Mazzola as, "This little old man can instantly devise a thousand insidious and wicked schemes in the blink of an eye." The residents of Chambord City gave him a very fitting nickname behind his back—[ the Two-Legged Bald Rattlesnake ].
This vicious Rattlesnake and Luciano, the bearded knight leader who had previously whipped a poor woman unconscious, were the 'local lords' appointed by the Holy Church to Chambord City. Together, they controlled all religious affairs within Chambord City. Because the Holy Church held an extremely prominent position on the Azeroth Continent, and the Inquisition infamous, having destroyed countless nations that dared to defy the Holy See under the iron heel of the Judgment Knights Church, although the two were insignificant figures within the Holy Church, once they arrived in Chambord City, they became high-ranking nobles who could rival the King.
Mazzola gently stroked his beloved staff with his palm, his gaze cold and stern.
His sinister gaze swept across the crowd on both sides of the street, causing an uncontrollable commotion. No one dared to meet the eyes of this vicious Rattlesnake.
The next moment, Mazzola casually pointed a few times in the crowd.
Those whose names were chosen seemed to have received an invitation from the Grim Reaper, instantly turning pale with fright and desperately crying and struggling... But no matter how much they pleaded or struggled, it was to no avail. The monks on both sides of the carriage widened their eyes and looked in the direction Mazzola was pointing. Then, like loyal hyenas receiving their master's orders, they bared their teeth and rushed out, allowing no room for explanation. They slammed the iron chains in their hands over the heads of those chosen, and like catching chickens, viciously pulled these unfortunate souls out of the crowd.
Cries and screams filled the air, but if anyone dared to struggle even slightly, the fierce-looking knights and their squires would immediately rush over and beat them. Women carrying children were dragged out, but there were many more young girls, and a few strong men dressed a little cleaner...
Suddenly, the streets were filled with cries and screams, as if it were a living Hell.
I'm ashamed to say this is the first update.
There will be another update tonight.
Starting from the 12th, I will try my best to release content at midnight.