The cardinal and the four chief knights each walked to five different positions with Orlan as the center, as if this was a necessary step in order to perform some kind of sectal secret technique.

The Bishop stood across from Oran, an unknown smile crossed his lips, but in the blink of an eye he had reverted to his unusually solemn appearance, as if he were the most devout believer in the whole cathedral.

Oran was keenly aware of this hint of danger, and from the moment the archbishop was sure that he must be immortal, he suspected that the matter would not end so easily. Similarly, Lillian had even put her right hand on the hilt of her sword, and the slightest surprise would point the tip of her sword straight at the back of the bishop's neck.

Despite the hunter's instincts, Orlan fell into the trap alone, despite the hunter's instincts. Because, in the end, who is the prey, wait and see.

The four knights drew their swords from their waists, the tip of which was stabbed down in front of him, and the bishop took the scepter, which was a head taller than himself. The intricate patterns carved and outlined on the scepter, mixed with precious metals and colorful gemstones, refracted the light and gathered almost all the light in the temple.

Meditation, whispering, prayers, the words chanted by the four chief knights, led by the bishop, gradually reverberated from light to heavy, echoing throughout the temple and even through the entire church. Clusters of blazing white light shone abruptly above the dome of the temple, and then even more amazingly, some of the light even evolved into translucent white plumes.

In the space connected by the bishop and the four knights, a miracle of divine magic full of sacredness and brilliance also appeared, and the sectarian formation that firmly confined Orlan to it.

The feathers and light in the sky began to fall without warning, and a strong instinct began to urge Oran's body to act, narrowly avoiding the feathers and light.

...... I saw that the ground where Oran was just now was burned by this blazing white light feather, and there was a shallow trace. Orlan knew that if he was hit by this light feather, it would certainly not be much better than being poked directly with a soldering iron.

"Humph!" The Bishop was a little disappointed to see that Orlan had been unusually shrewd in dodging the first attack, otherwise even if he had withstood the physical burns, then the mental erosion would have made him completely unable to resist.

I saw the bishop raise his scepter and poof——! With a crisp sound as the end of the staff touched the ground, the large feathers of light that had accumulated in the sky began to fall, like streamers pouring from the artifact that carried the scorching sun. In the blink of an eye, a dazzling white light had risen above the ground, so shaking that people could barely open their eyes! This was followed by a strong thud like ice water splashing on iron.

So, what if it were a human being, in such a boiling light?

"No!" By the time Lillian had reacted, it was too late, or by the time everyone did, it was too late.

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Magic, or miracles. This is the divine grace that believers plead with the Lord God for grants, and the divine grace is the love and forgiveness, healing and redemption of the gods for the world. Miracles can drive away diseases, heal wounds, and boost the morale of believers. Even high-ranking knights can attach it to the surface of a weapon to form a fiery and powerful attack.

But it seems that the means of attack are only outrageously simple, so why can't magic and miracles have a thousand changes and attack methods like magic? With the exception of a series of miracles that use healing and defense as the main means, such as restoration, great restoration, healing sun, life surge, sunshine, release of the Force, and wrath of the gods, knights and believers can hardly find a way to harness the Light.

However, this is also the "justice" and "benevolence" that the White Cultists in the world flaunt for themselves, and the miracle of salvation as the goal and healing as the means has become the almost invincible means of expansion of the White Religion in the world.

And only a few people know that miracles of divine magic are not without ways to attack, such as the most powerful "thunderbolt" in this world, which can destroy almost any ancient dragon's power. It's a pity that the gods don't seem to have the idea of imparting it to mortals......

However, the Cardinal, who boasted of mastering a powerful magical attack, was too powerful for him to accomplish on his own - the Angelic Pillar of Light, the sunlight that only the angels of the saints could harness, enough to incinerate all the sordid and evil miracles of this world.

It was the first time in the world that they had seen such an attack technique with obvious characteristics, and Lillian or anyone other than the Bishop and the Four Knight Captains had never thought that the magic would have such a powerful attack method.

She had thought that her magic, which had always been gentle and tough, full of healing and hope, would never directly harm any living being, but she was wrong. The bishop obviously wants to kill Orlan completely!

Lillian drew her sword and rushed towards the cardinal who was continuing to perform her magic without hesitation, at least everyone in Sutton Liel didn't expect it, did this mean that they were going to break with the White Sect completely?

Could it be that this man is so important in Lily's peace of mind? This is the Marquis's thoughts at the moment. However, without waiting for him to make a move, those White Sect knights who seemed to have been prepared for a long time were already in front of Lilian, the three knight captains.

This is the strength of the White Sect, and this is the strength of the White Sect to dare to go to every country with great fanfare to station troops. For example, the White Legion and the native forces in Sutton Lil, the superior knights of the White Sect even had eight Saint Jodron killed by Oran, while Sutton Liel brought only three of them to Lilian, who had just come of age.

Of course, the highest-level combat power of the two sides, the Bishop and the Marquis, are not counted.

But Lilian didn't hesitate, she didn't think about what kind of impact her attack would have on the entire North and even the entire empire, and at the moment she just wanted to save Orlan. Obviously, she would have failed as a lord, but at least she was a friend who was always worth making.

The Marquis stopped his subordinates who wanted to come to help, but he didn't stop Lillian, because he knew he couldn't get her to stop this stupid act, she was his daughter after all. It's also because he's a lord.

The Marquis's approach undoubtedly made those White Sect troops also restrained, and they understood that no one could bear the responsibility for the war between the two sides.

This was what the Bishop wanted, and he was now impressed by his cunning, and he knew that even if he killed the silver-haired hunter with whom he had no pain, in front of the Marquis, there would be no consequences. Of course, Lilian's prickly behavior was a bit unexpected to him. But when this thing is over, isn't it time to use it?

"Heha, devout believers pray for the holy light of the gods to purify this evil immortal!" The bishop sings his last judgment with impudence!