flstandardbreds Chapter 355 Final Layout
Chapter 355 Final Layout
1454 Summer
On the western plains under the jurisdiction of the Southwest Governor-General, there stands a towering tower, its body gleaming with golden light in the sun.
The prayer hall in the center of the tower is even more magnificent. The surrounding walls are decorated with delicate reliefs of ancient myths. The flickering candlelight casts mysterious light and shadows, making the place look solemn and sacred.
The bishop in charge of the tower, dressed in gorgeous vestments, respectfully told John the history of the tower.
"The tower's history dates back thousands of years to the imperial era."
The bishop's voice sounded like the echo of an ancient bell.
"During that turbulent period, the Overlord Garcelik was engaged in constant warfare, causing the people under his rule to fall into war and famine. However, a well-known sage was not afraid of the Overlord and denounced his actions to his face. Then, he was escorted to this tower by the angry Overlord."
The bishop paused slightly, a hint of awe in his eyes.
"The sage suffered endless torture and torment in the tower. However, even though he was trapped in a desperate situation and faced severe torture from the jailer, he never yielded to the tyrant. In the endless night, he confessed to the gods all the crimes of Garcelik and the suffering and injustice of the world."
"Finally, an angel descended, bringing with him God's will and punishment. At that moment, the entire chapel was enveloped in a sacred light. After the light faded, Garcelik himself and the sage disappeared from this world, and the empire he built was also reduced to ashes. This chapel is the holy place where the miracle appeared, witnessing the advent of God and the destruction of evil. This is also the origin of the tower being called the Tower of Judgment."
John sat quietly in the corner of the chapel, his eyes wandering around casually. The bishop next to him was still telling the history of the Tower of Judgment. However, John was feeling a little bored at this time, because there were only the bishop and a few clergy and servants who were responsible for daily maintenance here, and the nearest village was dozens of miles away. It was more of an unpopular tourist attraction than a religious institution, with almost no other meaning except checking in and taking photos.
Finally, his eyes fell on the stone bricks under his feet. These bricks have been polished very neatly after years of baptism, so smooth that you can almost see the reflection of a person. But in a few years, Mozgus will kowtow here 3,000 times every day, and by then there will definitely be many more cracks on the bricks.
John quietly stared at the statue in the center of the French King's Hall, which was gently illuminated by the sunlight from the dome. The golden halo was like a sacred blessing, which made people feel awed. However, he was not moved too much. The waves in his heart had long been calm. At this time, only the bishop's voice was heard in the worship hall.
Finally, as the bishop's narration of the history of the Tower of Judgment came to an end, John nodded slightly and responded calmly:
"I will send someone to deliver some money and supplies in a few days."
Then he turned and left the chapel.
Looking at John's receding back, the bishop was just about to sit down to take a breath and enjoy a moment of leisure when a clergyman suddenly hurried out from the small door next to him and said to the bishop with a stern face:
"Sir, that wild man is here again."
The bishop's expression suddenly became tense, and he quickly ordered:
"Get rid of him immediately. If he disturbs the Governor, there will be no chance of getting donations."
In Mont-de-Marsan, a huge church stands on the land of the former slums, with a tall spire pointing to the sky. The Gothic architectural style shows a classical and majestic charm, like a witness of history, witnessing all the changes. The roof is coated with a golden luster, and the moment the sun shines, it shines brightly, like the holy light shed by an angel, which makes people feel awe.
Around the church, colorful glass windows reflect brilliant light and shadow, like a series of vivid paintings.
At the same time, the greening project around the church has been gradually completed. The lush trees and flowers complement each other, appearing full of vitality under the sunlight.
Pav stood in front of the church, confident and with a proud gleam in his eyes. His voice was as loud as a bell, attracting the attention of those around him.
"This is now the largest, tallest, and most luxurious building in the entire Mont-de-Marsan," he announced with a proud face. "After combining religion and military, with my creativity and more than half a year of construction, I finally completed this masterpiece. I named it the Mont-de-Marsan War Cathedral!"
As he spoke, he pointed to the towering, majestic and magnificent building, with an intoxicated look on his face. In his heart, this is not only a building, but also the crystallization of his wisdom and hard work.
Jacques on the side frowned slightly and asked Pav: "So, why did the Governor ask you to build this church since last year? What's the purpose?" There was a hint of doubt in his words, as if he did not fully agree with the real purpose of this huge building.
Pav responded without hesitation: "This is built for the Knights of the Crusades, and they will send people to take over the church soon."
As soon as the words fell, the citizens around looked at each other and talked about it. The term "Crusader Knights" was both awe-inspiring and curious in their hearts. Although they were not familiar with this knightly order and had never seen it in person, the legendary stories about the knights had long been circulated among the people. According to rumors, these knights were like ghosts, appearing and disappearing, with an uncertain whereabouts, but they were everywhere to solve the evil cults that grew in the dark.
At this time, there was a burst of noise from afar, and gradually a tense and exciting atmosphere formed in the air. Everyone looked curiously towards the source of the sound, and saw a team of knights riding horses along the main road. Soon, the knights appeared in sight, and the magnificent scene made the citizens who were watching hold their breath.
This knight team was full of majestic aura. The knights were wearing shiny white armor, like holy light in the morning light. The horses were also wearing the same armor, and their steps were steady, like moving fortresses. Their cloaks and flags were painted with bright red crosses, and their majestic figures and solemn equipment all showed an inviolable majesty.
The discussion in the crowd was ignited again, and the citizens cheered, with respect and expectation for the knight in their expressions:
"Here they come! The invincible Knights of the Crusades!"
Not far away, former mayor Thomas stood in the crowd, looking at the approaching knights, and a feeling of emotion welled up in his heart.
"The city finally fell into the hands of the Governor."