Oran's body at this time was almost assimilated to the holy light of the divine arts, and countless rays of light filled each of his newborn cells, constantly swallowing with his breath. The dark sand on his body peeled away like dust and then dissipated, revealing transparent, shiny skin muscles that were almost as bright as jade.

The long hair flowing in the air had turned bright gold at this time, and it burst with a dazzling divine light like his vertical pupils. Orlan was high above, his feathers scattered around him, as holy and solemn as the angels of God's apostles, and he was so imposing that the believers shook their faith.

Because they don't know whether they should bow to this "angel" whom the bishop calls a heretic, who is the true disciple of God rather than the bishop who collapses on the ground and is dismantled and disheveled? None of them know.

"Damn! Do not be blinded by this monster, for I command all the knights, all the faithful, in the name of Bishop St. Saruillon, to attack! Kill this blasphemer once and for all! The bishop, who was hobbling up with half of his scepter, trembled with his right finger and shouted hysterically at Oran.

The aura power emanating from his body pulled the White Sect knights back from the edge of the cliff! This is only one of the necessary means for the bishop.

Even though Oran was too "Holy Spirit" at the moment, the knights knew who their bishop was, and the piety ingrained in their minds kept them from disobeying the bishop's orders.

"Kill!"

"For the sake of the Lord God!"

"Destroy this heresy!"

……

Orlan curled the corners of his mouth, and he winked at Lilian, who was standing stunned outside the crowd, meaning to reassure her. But when Lillian came to her senses, she couldn't help blushing, and if she hadn't had the sword in her hand, she would have covered her eyes.

Who called the shameless Orlan naked and glowing, and actually "flirted" with her in front of everyone, although his figure was indeed perfect enough to make any ...... Ahem, now is not the time to think about that.

The three high-ranking knights of the White Sect, as well as the middle-level and lower-ranking knights, all rushed towards him, and countless swords arrived in front of Oran's eyes in an instant.

"The wrath of the gods."

Orlan turned his head to stare at the hideous-looking bishop, his lips twitching, and he spat out his magic unhurriedly.

Boom ——! The violent and dazzling impact of holy light erupted again, and no one of the knights attacking in all directions could stop this all-round repulsion. Their bodies stopped abruptly in the light, and it was clear that their enemies under the sword had not even moved a finger. Then the world swirled, and it was swept out without resistance.

Orlan in the center of the temple was sacrosanct at the moment, and any enemy who tried to attack him was lying on the ground and helpless.

"Why, isn't it a surprise and a surprise to defeat your disciples with your divine arts? Actually, I can show you more miracles, do you want to see it? My Lord Bishop. Oran made no secret of the fact that he was not wearing anything, he was not at all embarrassed, and even laughed at the fact that he was approaching the bishop who was about to go crazy.

"You...... Don't come here! You blasphemous monster...... Lord Marquis, you can't sit idly by, I'm the chief priest of the great Solrond White Cult, I'm a believer in the Lord God, you have to stop this madman! ”

Saint Saruillon moved back step by step, turning his supplicating gaze to the marquis, who had not moved in his seat, and he swore that he had never begged so quietly.

"We are allies! We are the guests of Emperor Astra, you can't die without help! Saint Saruelon had given up his dignity as a bishop, and sat down on the ground with a scepter in his arms, screaming. It was as if he had seen this immortal, light-fearless monster tearing him apart.

"Enough! Don't overdo it young man, this is Sutton Lear. The Marquis finally spoken, but he still sat in his chair without the slightest hint of wanting to come to the aid of the Bishop.

"Oran!" Lillian also opened her mouth to shout, she didn't want Orlan to be blinded by hatred, if Orlan only tried to kill the bishop in front of everyone for a while, then everything would be irreparable. Even Emperor Astra had no right to execute a bishop of the kingdom of God without permission, a taboo that no one with a brain would touch.

Perhaps it was Lilian's voice that touched the softest part of Oran's heart again, and in a trance he remembered the girl he couldn't save when he was ashes in his previous life, and his heart couldn't accommodate his girl. Or the girl in the dream who followed and waited for him for thousands of years, but finally disappeared quietly with loss.

He stopped.

He couldn't afford to live up to it, but something had to be done. Oran can't be here forever to protect her, and she's going to stay here for the sake of her people. The ambitious and crazy bishop will definitely make a comeback, and he may even be one of the culprits who buried Lilian in the dark church.

Orlan couldn't afford to gamble, and he didn't want to leave anything to chance. Killing this dog-like bishop is easy with Orlan now, so why not?

"Stop!" The Marquis had already sensed Orlan's hideous killing intent, this was the first time he had left his position, and his strength was unquestionable. In other words, just because of his existence, the legions of the White Sect still did not dare to act rashly despite the absolute suppression of the high-ranking knights.

"He alone is enough to represent an army." This is the reason why Emperor Astra proudly declared to the world when he signed an unequal armistice with Karim, and that even the old and rotten nobles could not prevent him from becoming a prince.

He stood in front of Oran's eyes like an insurmountable mountain, and there was no word "give in" in his sharp eyes.

"What if I say no?!" Orlan's fighting spirit is raging, how can such a rare opponent miss it?

It's just that Lily is in a hurry, and she can't wait to rush between the two, but this level of battle is no longer something she can meddle in.

"Hmph, young man, don't always think that your fists are the hardest." The Marquis's interest was high, and he hadn't loosened his muscles for a long time, and there was no reason to let go of the excellent sandbag in front of him.

"God's wrath!" Orlan swung his right fist first, slamming it towards the Marquis with the power of the Holy Light.

"Young!" The Marquis snorted, his right palm wrapped around the hurricane and leaned forward, not afraid of this magic that was enough to burn the superior knight.

Boom ——! Like a typhoon passing through, Oran's wrath of the gods was slapped away by the marquis, and when the two of them touched each other, Oran became the one who was swept away and smashed into the wall.

This scene stunned everyone, and even the bishop who was sitting on the ground was shocked, and it seemed that his vicious plan was still rotten in his stomach. Otherwise, if it were him, he wouldn't think he would be able to get up intact after being trapped in the wall. He had underestimated the Marquis's strength too much before!