Chapter 879

Ahem-far away...

It was the last scene that Zhou Ye showed just now that pulled the souls of the French army into the [Blood Sea Hell] that made these people pray feverishly...

Regarding whether the monks can let people go to heaven, they have not seen it, and don’t know if it really exists...

But—Zhou Ye can send people to hell—this is what they saw with their own eyes...

How can these guys not be in awe?Death-not terrible, terrible-death is not the end... this is the most terrible.

If at this time, Zhou Ye yelled out: "Dedicate your wives and daughters, I will forgive your crimes, so that your souls will not go to hell after death...!"

It is estimated that this group of guys will sacrifice their wives and daughters without hesitation... and they will happily send them to Zhou Ye.

Keke--of course, this is just talking...Zhou Ye wouldn't say that, he didn't have much interest in those peasant women.

After thinking about these things, Zhou Ye no longer paid attention to the soldiers who kept kneeling down, and his figure flashed before appearing in front of Beatriz."I miss me..."

He just wanted to say [I think I did everything I promised...], a body with Yuxiang squeezed into his arms unexpectedly, and then, an enthusiastic and awkward little smirk, took him The words below were stuck in his mouth.

Beatriz’s sudden enthusiasm made Zhou Ye stunned for a while. While responding to a certain passionate princess, he looked at Sonya who was standing beside him with questioning eyes...

How is this going??This attitude has changed too quickly, right??

[Honey...this is a reward for the winner, enjoy it...]

After Sonia gave her man a little triumphant look, she smiled...Of course she would not say how much she played a role in this, if it weren't for her language guidance, plus the influence of spiritual magic... Beatoris' attitude really wouldn't change so quickly.

The loss of mind, the influence of spiritual magic, the guidance of Sonya’s words, and the mental illness induced by Beatorice’s fear of Zhou Ye... All of these made Beatorice’s attitude towards Zhou Ye There was a big change of 360 degrees.

And the Duke of Brittany, John V, who stood beside him, turned his gaze away with an uncomfortable look...

After all, it was the little cabbage that he had raised for more than ten years, so Zhou Ye gave it to him. If he can be at ease, then there will be ghosts...

But even if he is no longer dissatisfied in his heart, he does not dare to leak half of his dissatisfaction on his face...

Not far from the city, the more than 20,000 vivid ice sculptures of the French army are still not cold, and the wailing of the soul of the French army who has just been detained in [Blood Sea Hell] still remains in his ears... How dare he be right? Zhou Ye said [NO]?

In the absence of a word, Beatoris was overwhelmed by Zhou Ye... almost unable to hold on to herself.

Until-bursts of cheers broke out under the city...

For those soldiers, Zhou Ye would not personally talk to the princesses of his principality, it would be his own person-uh, no, it was his god... Then, they had countless reasons to cheer... This meant that they Lietani has his own patron saint.

Beatoris, who was addicted to the inextricable things, was awakened by the cheers from the city. She shyly pulled away from Zhou Ye a little bit, but—as someone’s hand was hard on her waist , She had to fall into someone's arms again.

"..." Zhou Ye hugged Beatoris, while weirdly waved to the cheering crowd below, and said in Chinese."Hello comrades..."

Hearing Zhou Ye's words, the people in the city became even more enthusiastic-although they didn't understand a word...

However, this does not delay their own brains...In short, in their eyes, Zhou Ye is a god, and the language spoken by the gods is different from the language of the Principality of Brittany, which is not surprising...

There are even careful, repeating the pronunciation of the sentence Zhou Ye just said in his heart, secretly remembering it in his heart, intending to pass on as heirloom advice...

There is even an aristocratic knight who loves oil painting. After the war, he returned to his hometown and created an oil painting describing the battle and named it [Heaven and Hell]... One side is under the sun. Cheers for the victory, one side is the icy corpse under the dark cloud cover... The strong contrast makes this oil painting famous, and it is even regarded as a budding art before the European Renaissance and a masterpiece of surrealism.

Of course, this is something...

At this time, Zhou Ye embraced Beatrice, who was about to become his woman, and enjoyed the cheers of the people in the city...but the cheers below gradually made him look a little unsightly.

Regarding John V’s hiring of Zhou Ye, it is not a secret among the nobles. You must know-in this era without computer TV and newspapers, the speed of rumors among the nobles is not slow at all... After all, ladies I don't have anything to do every day, and always open various salons... And Zhou Ye's reputation among ladies is quite loud, after all-Zhou Ye's looks are too beautiful.

Even if they can't eat grapes, those noble ladies want to know the name of grapes... Therefore, Zhou Ye's name is often mentioned in various salons held by noble ladies.

Among the knights below, many are knighted...Of course their wives can also participate in various ladies' salons——

When their wives knew Zhou Ye’s name, it was equivalent to them knowing Zhou Ye’s name—amidst the cheers, they didn’t know which guy wanted to flatter, shouting [Holy Ye...Holy Ye...]...

Zhou Ye does not have an English name, so they can only use transliteration... and the pronunciation of the word "Saint" in the Principality of Brittany is a bit close--

However—it was the slogan of Saint Ye that finally unified... Zhou Ye was unhappy.

"...Why is it that they call my name so like they are shouting [ohhhhhh]? It sounds like a large-scale porn scene, Ma Dan's, really embarrassing..."

Reference 1241

Chapter One Two Hundred Forty One

The Battle of Bufa——In the comments of later military scientists, there are too many incredible places and mysteries that science can’t explain...

None of the so-called military scientists really believed that there were supernatural abilities in this world. They attributed the failure of the French army to the weather, the stupidity of the commander, the weird natural phenomenon, etc...

Even the ice sculptures of the soldiers who were encased in the ice are attributed to natural phenomena caused by the abnormal magnetic field of the earth like the Bermuda Devil’s Triangle-of course, this has high power for the secular government of later generations. As far as theocracy is concerned, they are right to think so, after all, this is politically correct.

As politicians with secular authority, no one wants to see the revival of religion...

No politician is willing to run for the leadership of the country easily, but still has to go to the Vatican to find the Pope to be crowned. That would be too low...

Of course, the weird phenomenon here has attracted many supernatural lovers to come here, hoping to find some clues about the existence of supernatural phenomena... But this is all in vain...

Keke-far away.

A supernatural phenomenon not recognized by later generations, but for people in the Middle Ages, it was a miracle or a sign.

The tens of thousands of French soldiers who were frozen in the ice--this kind of deeds beyond the imagination of mortals caused an uproar throughout Europe. For a time, rumors spread...

Some people say that the Oriental who froze tens of thousands of troops is a pagan. This is a sign that pagans invade Europe again...

Others say that this is God’s will... It is intended to punish France who launched an unrighteous battle, etc...

In short, everything is said.

As the Archbishop Gabriel of the Christian Church stationed in France at that time, he certainly couldn't ignore what happened in his diocese—especially this kind of major event involving the name of God...

The first time he heard about the abnormal situation in the Buffalo battlefield, Gabriel took his attendants in a carriage, and rushed day and night from Paris to the place of the battlefield, the small town of Saguenay.

Once here, Archbishop Gabriel wore a thick winter fur coat and walked into this old battlefield that is now like a ghostly mythical creature. He walked around the ice sculpture forest composed of tens of thousands of French soldiers' corpses. After the meeting, he returned to his carriage, and went all the way to Nantes, the capital of the Duchy of Brittany...

In the royal palace of Nantes, he had a very secret meeting with John V... Almost no one knows what the two talked about during this meeting, even the person in the palace who was responsible for recording the words and deeds of John V The transcript of the interview recorded by the transcript officer was also torn up.

After completing this meeting, Cardinal Gabriel rushed back to Paris without stopping. On the day after returning to Paris, he held a Mass at the Paris Cathedral and announced in front of all the nobles present: Launch The chief culprit of this war, the Duke of Orleans of France is a heresy. The reason for this war is that the Duke of Orleans was lured by the devil in his body...

It was precisely because of the unjust war he launched that aroused the wrath of God, and sent his messenger incarnation, Saint Yeh, to the Duchy of Brittany and helped the Duchy of Brittany win the war.

Following the conclusion of the Cardinal Gabriel on the war, for a time, the Duke of Orleans was like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouting and beating—his waiters and nobles refused to serve him anymore, and his wife asked him to Divorced, and his son asked him to break away from his father-son relationship, and even in the end-the lonely Duke of Orleans was dragged out of his home by his leaders, and then burned alive in front of the local church.

Of course-all the changes that occurred in the French church are not important at all for Zhou Ye-because he has more important things to do...

An exquisite and gorgeous carriage, at the moment, under the escort of six knights in black armor, is galloping on the narrow and bumpy dirt road from Tours to Orleans...