Chapter 1463: Sun King: You Cannot Love Your Country Only in Times of Victory (3)

“We must stop all this!”

Byron knew that this decree was likely another attempt by the Pope to further usurp the power of the Fallen Angels, in line with some aspect of ritual demands.

He would not blame himself for the disastrous consequences arising from doing the right thing, but purely out of basic human nature, he had to recover the losses and end the religious war as quickly as possible.

Neigh~

With a snap of his fingers, the [Mad Hunt Legion], an intrinsic trait of the [Wild Hunt King] title, materialized behind him, and thousands of Wild Hunt Knights galloped down the streets.

Using killing to stop killing, preventing the Orthodox Alliance from committing a massacre in the Royal Capital.

He then reached out and took from Jacqueline’s hand his aunt Magnyra, who was almost drained of blood, looking at him longingly, and bit into her snow-white neck.

Byron had no other thoughts, merely relieved that his aunt, an edge figure of the Iris upper echelon, didn’t have the bad habit of not liking to bathe and dousing herself with perfume like others did.

Otherwise, in the haste, he couldn’t have bitten down.

If one bite were to sink into an old mire of rancid perfume, the sting would’ve been as sharp as that of the Kingdom’s Guardian at the moment.

The feedback obtained from Saint Matthew still had residue, quite suitable for using on his aunt, without consuming too much of his own Panacea.

Very quickly, an entirely new Fourth Order Night Demon was freshly forged, and the fatal wound on Magnyra’s lower abdomen healed perfectly within breaths.

As the youngest illegitimate daughter of the Victory King and the last member of the Valois Royal Family, she would no longer need to worry about a dead lineage.

Even if her daughter, the [Chameleon], shared the same… unique preferences as her brother Louis XI.

At this moment, beside him, the [Golden Eye] Jacques Coeur was still vomiting uncontrollably, the more he vomited, the more it came.

It was like in ancient times, when someone was poisoned, a clarifying liquid infused with gold juice would be forced into their mouths to make them expel everything from their stomach.

With taste buds growing in his intestines, vomiting or not wasn’t something his subjective consciousness could control.

Vomiting from above, leaking from below, he couldn’t stop it, naturally losing combat strength.

He was then captured on the spot by Richelieu with a group of Guardsmen, tightly bound.

The Protestant soldiers, bitter about his betrayal, deliberately tied him into an “O” shape, making him self-sufficient.

Then, the Red-clothed Prime Minister solemnly bowed in front of Byron:

“Your Majesty Saint Byron, please avenge for [Spider King] Louis XI and all the blood descendants of the Valois Royal Family!”

The group of Protestant Alliance nobles, who had dealt with Byron before, followed closely, kneeling on one knee with the etiquette of meeting their sovereign, said:

“Your Majesty, please avenge Valois, execute Queen Anna, the illegitimate offspring, and all traitors.”

The people in front of him were representatives of the Iris Kingdom’s religious system, administrative officials, and Great Nobles.

Byron saving their lives during the massacre, coupled with his strong claim right, and the righteous cause of avenging his grand uncle [Victory King] and the Valois Royal Family, was more than enough to lift him to the throne of Iris!

So, at this point, what they shouted to Byron was not about revenge.

Rather: “Your Majesty, the weather is a bit chilly, please put on this imperial robe to warm up.”

Byron immediately comprehended their intention.

At this critical juncture, there was no need for repeated refusals, saying something like “You really put me into a difficult position.”

He decisively nodded, bent down, and picked up that First-Class Holy Relic [Justice Never Late] from the ground.

The gavel had a solid appearance, with a copper piece engraved with the scales symbolizing fairness and justice embedded at the top, and a unicorn representing justice sculpted above the body of the hammer.

He swung it lightly, finding it extremely handy.

At this moment, in Byron’s vision, a beam of light appeared above the heads of all humans within the Iris Royal Capital.

Especially the red light at the Sacred Heart Cathedral was most concentrated, illuminating a scarlet area.

The battle between Byron and Saint Matthew hadn’t lasted long,

The Orthodox Alliance nobles, assassins, and Queen Anna inside the Sacred Heart Cathedral had just sensed the movement of the Holy Lance, and ran to the door to peep out.

Almost every person had a long streak of red light trailing above their heads.

The reasoning was straightforward.

At this stage, the Orthodox and Protestant camps represented one side being the stubborn, decadent old guard; the other representing religious reform and liberation of faith.

The collective subconscious of humanity had already judged them.

Orthodoxy advocated venerating clergy.

Protestants opposed the doctrines and rituals of Orthodoxy, advocating for a direct relationship between personal faith and the creator, opposing the intermediary role of the church.

In simple terms, it meant no middlemen making a profit.

Which is more beneficial to the overall development of humanity, severe mental constriction, the exalted status of clergy, rigorous religious audits, or returning the power of development to mortals?

This problem was not hard to answer at all.

Araiyer and Byron both gave their answer simultaneously.

In the next moment.

Byron imbued the [Justice Never Late] with his entire vast Divine Aura, hurling it fiercely towards the Sacred Heart Cathedral.

The gavel transformed into a meteor in the night sky, exploding into circles of splendid Air Blast Rings.

A voice also reached this group’s ears:

“You cannot only love your country when it is victorious, you cannot love your neighbor only when you agree with them.

Merely because of believing in Orthodoxy or Protestantism, to kill each other and annihilate the other party physically is utterly ridiculous.

Now the fight between the Orthodox and Protestant is over the right of interpreting doctrine.

Since you arm yourselves against sugar cane paper and don’t want to hear my reasoning, try my hammer technique instead.