At that time, Pope Gregory VII was defeated. (ww.. The Holy See's hundreds of years of foundation was destroyed. He was also disheartened and held the shroud of Jesus and the remains of the holy bones were ignited. Although he was rescued by the Normans later, he was completely unhappy. He even clamored to commit suicide on a hunger strike some time ago, which made Egil very angry.

"What a bastard. If he dares not eat, he will force me to eat. In short, he can't be let die!" At that time, Egil said viciously after hearing about Gregory VII's behavior. After this forced force-feeding without hesitation, Gregory did not dare to continue on a hunger strike. However, he hated the Normans more deeply and became even more uncooperative.

"If you want toast, you will be punished." After hearing that the persuasion has not worked several times, Egil finally lost his patience. He blinked his fingers and made a gesture. Then, although he was under house arrest and his quality of life was quite good, he was pulled into the black kiln by a group of large and thick Norman spies. All the searches are

The Holy See is sunny on the surface, but in fact, there are quite a lot of things about men and women. You can find a basement that you can use by just looking for. Then, a group of Norman spies who have received professional execution training began to "serve" the Holy See.

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Three days later, the surface did not seem to change, but his mind suffered severe damage, his pupils were dissipated, his face was dull, and he acted like a puppet. Pope Gregory VII, who had completely collapsed, appeared in front of Egil.

"Pope... Holy See?" Egil approached the "thing" that looked like a puppet. Then he shouted tentatively.

There was no response at all.

"Master, this man is deposed. He will not agree to you when you call him." Nemulis said very respectfully next to Egil.

"What I want is something that can crown me at my throne ceremony. I'm not an idiot!" Egil was a little unhappy when he heard them say this. And beside him, Gregory VII heard Egil say that he was an idiot, and he had no reaction at all. He seemed to have really become an idiot.

"You don't have to worry about this. Just do it." Nemulis's expression was a little flaunting, which made Egil feel a little uncomfortable. And when he said a word: "Read." The pope, like a personal flesh reproducer, said such words in an unusually inconsistent voice.

"Egir Scadragrimsun, the most powerful and devout monarch of the continent. Today I confer you the emperor of all Romans. Let the whole of Germany and Italy become your territory..."

After saying this, Pope Gregory VII returned to his stupid and unruly appearance again. Egil greeted him a few more times. He still did not respond.

"Master, look, that's what happened, right?" Nemulis's voice was a little more showing off, making Egil even more uncomfortable.

"Hahahahahaha... It's indeed very good." Egil smiled happily, walked to Nemulis and patted his shoulder gently. The boy felt that his bones were not as heavy as three or two. He was almost floating. However, Egil's next sentence was that Nemulis was sweating coldly.

"If you have a chance one day, I will definitely become like this, right?"

At that time, Nemulis felt like he was "scammering" like a roller coaster. He almost let his back pass away. However, even if it was not that serious, his eyes were dark and he almost fainted.

Immediately afterwards, Nemulis knelt on the ground with a "thump" and kowtowed desperately. The head was covered in blood and blood on the marble floor in the Pope Palace. However, Nemulis was still as if he didn't know the pain, and he still abused himself. He kowtowed at the speed of the chicken pecking rice with a force that was almost bursting. While kowtowing, he swears to express his loyalty to Egil.

"The loyalty of my subordinates to the Lord is a sign of heaven! Lord, don't listen to the slander of villains!" Naremulis misunderstood. He thought that someone was interfering with Egil's attitude towards him suddenly.

"Okay. Get up." Looking at Nemulis' fear of this virtue, Egil also felt bored. He shook his head and helped his hands to make Nemulis stand up: "I just said casually, just kidding. Who would have thought you took it seriously... Go to the military doctor to have a good look."

Nemulis then breathed a sigh of relief, but before leaving, he glared at Sonia next to Egil at an angle that Egil could not observe. This guy probably misunderstood that this matter was caused by Sonia's slander.

On June 15, 1008, the sky was clear. After more than a month of integration, the city of Rome at least returned to its former prosperity. On this day, in the Vatican Pope Palace, under the escort of tens of thousands of Norman troops, the Norman, the most powerful and the most impious among European monarchs, was about to be crowned as the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire here.

At twelve o'clock, after the noon bell rang, the emperor, wearing armor, wearing white fox fur and hanging a saber on his waist, calmly held his wife, Queen Norman in a gorgeous silver dress, and Queen Artoria of Britain, walked on the bright red carpet imported from Persia, and slowly walked into the Pope Palace.

Beside the emperor were his ministers, civil and military officials, and the Holy See had already defected to several archbishops of Egil. The people who had been in the Pope Palace as guests on both sides of the red carpet were already a little impatient.

Burgundy, Hungary, Brandenburg, Hesse, Bavaria and Austria, as well as Milan and Venice. The monarchs of these countries all came in person. Blessings and exquisite gifts were sent to the Norman Emperor. Although the monarchs of Leon Castile, Aragon and Portugal did not come, they also sent royal nobles as envoys to express their respect.

In addition to these European Catholic countries, the largest vassal state of the Norman Empire, the Principality of Moscow, which had the envelope Orthodox Church, also sent envoys to come. It was Moscow's crown prince. It was originally not favored, but since he hugged Norman's thigh, he has been favored by many people, Paul, now the Earl of Novgorod.

If the arrival of these people is normal, then the Eastern Roman Empire, Basil II sent his heir, Princess Liliano, to come, which was extremely unexpected. A group of continental monarchs and nobles looked at the princess dressed in red dresses, beautiful and dignified, and forced smiles and whispered. Many people regarded this matter as a proof that the Norman Empire had finally risen to a level that was even more powerful than the Eastern Roman Empire.

Of course, there are two other envoys more surprising than Lilianu. One of them is the envoy who claims to be Prince William of Switzerland, who brought to the Norman Emperor on behalf of the Prince of Switzerland. Naturally, this made Charlie of Burgundy feel extremely annoyed, but helpless. The old king had a premonition that Switzerland, a territory that is very important to Burgundy, will soon say goodbye to him.

Another surprising thing is a young man who looks completely inexperienced, capable, or means. He has only five fighting power. He looks timid and easy to bully. Later, after careful investigation, people found out that this man was Louis, the son of Edward, the Duke of Aquitaine, and now he can be called Louis XIV. Egil planned to support him to establish a grand priest in South France.

Since this person exists, many people in the crowd have thought that Philip, the king of France, or his envoy, will naturally not appear.

France is over. The European monarchs were either sad or gloating, but none of them dared to stand up and express opposition. Of course, there was no one who publicly expressed their approval.

Egil stepped into the Pope Palace, looked ahead, and looked at the guests around from the corner of his eyes. Looking at these people who were either happy, sad, or sad, or sad, and forced to be sad, they couldn't help but add a little bit of heroism - who else can do this world?!

As Egil thought so, his steps subconsciously accelerated a little, and walked towards him with a wooden expression, Pope Gregory VII. Then, he stopped beside him, and uttered a word in a tiny voice that could not be heard by everyone around him: "Read." Then, the pope said this as before: "Egil Scadragrimson, the most powerful and pious monarch in the continent. Today I will confer you the emperor of all Romans. Let the entire Germany and Italy become your territory..."

The pope's bare expression, stiff movements and cold voice made the guests feel uncomfortable. Of course, they could understand. If the Holy See could still be kind, that would be a strange thing. No one expected that the pope would have almost become an empty shell. Even Egil himself was a little disbelief.

But this did not prevent him from completing the drama.

"Thank you, the great and noble Holy See. In the name of God, I will take over the authority of this great empire." Egil said this, and took a step forward, took the crown that the pope was holding in black gems and decorated with eagle patterns, and put it on his head. Then, he picked up another slightly smaller one, turned around and asked Artoria, "My favorite, my spouse, my other half. Will you join me in control of the fate of this empire and become the mistress of the empire?" (To be continued)
Chapter completed!