pjbooks Chapter 192 World Riots
Chapter 192 World Riots
boom--
Lin Jianguo crashed into St. Peter's Square like a meteorite, shattering a large area of the ground and paving stones.
Crimson flames shot into the sky from the shallow pit, and heat waves spread in all directions. The Templar Knights at the front did not hesitate and instinctively raised their shields and activated their holy light to resist.
"kill!"
One of the knight commanders was the first to react, roaring as he charged forward with his greatsword in hand.
"Commendable courage..."
Lin Jianguo, who had just emerged from the shallow pit, saw this and threw a punch at the other party.
The knight commander raised his greatsword to parry, pouring in all his holy light, but...
"Click."
The greatsword broke in half.
Immediately afterwards, the Qilin Fire unleashed by that punch pierced through the shattered sword and slammed into the knight commander's breastplate.
The knight commander was sent flying backward, crashing into the knight formation behind him and knocking down a large number of them.
"But that's all!"
After delivering the punch, Lin Jianguo stood in the center of the square, flames rising all over his body as he looked around.
Looking at the densely packed knight formation, he showed no sign of tension; instead, he grinned.
"You little brats of the Vatican, I've been waiting for this day for ages..."
Having said that, he charged headlong toward the assembled knights.
Upon seeing this, hundreds and thousands of Templar Knights also reacted quickly.
The heavily armored knights at the forefront, all clad in full silver armor and wielding holy light spears, stepped forward, each raising their spears.
It can be said to be full of momentum.
However, Lin Jianguo grinned widely at these people, showing no fear whatsoever.
He neither dodged nor evaded, his body protected by the Qilin Fire, and he directly took the spear head-on with his bare body.
The spear tip pierced the flames, and not only was the golden holy light swallowed by the flames, but even the metal softened and bent instantly.
Lin Jianguo reached out and grabbed the gun barrel, then pulled and swung it sharply.
The heavily armored knight was thrown off his feet and crashed into the obelisk in the square, cracking the surface of the obelisk.
"Haha, I haven't felt this good in years... Next!"
Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.
He went berserk, plunging headlong into the knights' ranks, completely disorganized, resorting to primal, violent attacks.
One punch, one kill; one kick, a whole bunch.
Wherever the Qilin Fire went, the Holy Light Armor was no different from paper.
In just a few moments, the square was filled with knights who had been knocked away and charred armor.
On the second-floor balcony.
King Paul VI stared at the scene before him, gripping the railing tightly, his fingers digging into it.
When Lin Jianguo became famous, he was not yet the Pope.
Therefore, all that we know about Lin Jianguo is hearsay and information.
He initially thought the information was exaggerated, but now...
He then realized that the records were still too conservative.
This guy is a complete lunatic who just got out of a mental hospital!
"Bastard, bastard, how dare he?!"
Carl stood to the side, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
On the plaza below, another group of knights was swept away by the Qilin Fire, their screams echoing throughout the area.
"Where is the Eye of Divine Punishment? Is it not fully charged yet?" King Paul VI roared as he turned around.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, we are still six percent short..." Karl replied in a trembling voice.
"Don't tell me how much further, I want to know how much longer!"
"It will take at least another ten minutes..."
King Paul VI nearly ground his teeth to powder.
ten minutes.
He looked down at the square.
At this moment, Lin Jianguo, with a cigarette still dangling from his mouth, slowly walked towards the main entrance of the church.
At this rate, the entire Knights Order will likely be wiped out in ten minutes. Even if they win, the Papacy will suffer heavy losses.
"Send a message to our allies!"
Paul VI made a decisive decision.
"Activate the highest-level distress call! Instruct all countries that have signed mutual assistance treaties with the Vatican to immediately send troops to provide support!"
Karl paused for a moment:
"Your Majesty, should we use international forces? This would expose our plans in various countries..."
"Who cares about layout at a time like this!"
King Paul VI pointed to the mess downstairs.
"If we don't call for help soon, this guy is going to tear down our church. And don't forget, there's something even more unspeakable inside!"
Upon hearing this, Carl's body trembled involuntarily; he naturally knew exactly what Paul was referring to.
Without hesitation, he turned and rushed into the communications room.
Three minutes later.
The Vatican's highest-level appeal for help was sent simultaneously to seventeen countries via encrypted channels.
Paris, Gaul.
The Ministry of National Defense's dedicated phone line rang.
"Has the Vatican been attacked?"
The French defense minister frowned.
"Who should we send?"
"Deploy the 3rd Special Forces Battalion, via the Mediterranean route, estimated time four hours—"
He didn't finish his sentence.
Another phone on the desk rang loudly.
"Minister! The port of Marseille has been attacked by unidentified armed forces! One-third of the port facilities have been destroyed!"
"What?!"
"The attackers used heavy weapons, and initial assessments suggest they were armed forces from North Africa... Their slogan was—'Purge the Vatican's lackeys!'"
The defense minister was stunned. What was going on?
However, he was unaware that at almost the same time...
Madrid, Iberian Peninsula.
The military has just received a request for assistance from the Vatican and is currently mobilizing troops.
"Report! A large number of unidentified vessels have been spotted in the Strait of Gibraltar! They are attempting to force their way through the strait!"
"What about the quantity?"
"At least...at least forty! All of them are civilian ships converted into armor!"
"Are you crazy? Do you even know who this person is?"
"Morocco. And Algeria. They've joined forces."
Then, more information came in.
Germania, Berlin.
"Report! Unusual activity on the Polish border! A large number of armed personnel are gathering at the border!"
Nordic countries.
"Report! Irish radical groups have declared a state of war, claiming they will settle accounts with the Vatican for three hundred years of blood debt in Ireland!"
Central and South America.
"Report! Mexico, Colombia, Peru, and Bolivia have simultaneously announced the termination of all religious cooperation agreements with the Vatican! Armed militias are surrounding churches throughout the country!"
The African continent.
"Report! Armed clashes have broken out between armed groups in southern Nigeria and the Vatican's mission in Africa! Libya has announced the confiscation of all Vatican assets in North Africa!"
Within an hour.
Twenty-three countries and regions around the world simultaneously launched an attack on the Vatican and its allies.
Those small countries and regions that had been secretly controlled, exploited, and infiltrated by the Vatican for hundreds of years erupted collectively on the same night, as if by prior arrangement.
Nobody knows how they got connected.
No one knows who is behind this.
But everyone saw one thing...
The Vatican's stronghold has been attacked, and this behemoth is far from being as invincible as imagined.
The hatred, resentment, and humiliation that had been building up for hundreds of years found an outlet at this moment.
Vatican City, communications room.
Upon receiving these messages, Carl slumped into his chair, completely stunned by the endless stream of requests for help.
His call for help not only failed to bring reinforcements, but also exposed the problems in their own backyards to their allies.
Those allied countries couldn't care less about the Vatican, because their own homes were already on fire.
"Impossible...this is impossible..."
Karl muttered to himself,
"How could these countries act at the same time? Someone must be orchestrating this behind the scenes!"
He suddenly realized something.
Dark night.
That massive underground organization that stands with Lin Jianguo and has an intelligence network spanning the globe.
At that moment, it seemed as if he had figured everything out.
Damn!
Those guys were planning this from the very beginning!
The feint attacks in the Middle East and the simultaneous clearing of global strongholds are not merely acts of sabotage; they are sending signals to these oppressed forces…
Carl staggered back to the balcony.
"Your Majesty! We've been deceived! The attacks in the Middle East were a hoax! It was a scheme orchestrated by Dark Night! While they were putting Lin Jianguo on our heels, they were also inciting rebellion around the world..."
Carl recounted all his guesses, and upon hearing this news, Paul VI felt his head buzzing and was speechless.
Looking down at the square, now completely unrecognizable...
His proud knightly legion had by then lost more than half its men.
The man, seemingly driven mad, was still engulfed in flames, slowly making his way towards the church entrance, stepping over the shattered armor and debris scattered on the ground…
Behind him was a path paved with flames and ruins.
"The Eye of Divine Punishment..."
King Paul VI's voice was extremely hoarse, "Is the charging complete?"
Carl glanced at the communicator in his hand, gritted his teeth, and said, "Ninety-nine... almost done..."
"Bang!"
The church's main entrance was kicked open.
Lin Jianguo stepped into the cathedral, where the firelight illuminated the murals on the dome.
He looked up at the old man in the magnificent robes on the balcony and spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth.
"Hey, old man, still haven't run away?"
King Paul VI stared intently at him, the madness in his eyes growing ever stronger.
It was so close.