The sound of the church rang eight times, and the saints from far away from the west were divided into two rows, according to their status, and bowed their heads reverently.

Looking at the solemn and formal members of the Holy Sect, the uncles and aunts who came to pray in the back row couldn't help but mutter.

"Who are these people? Never seen it before. ”

"They were dressed in formal monastic robes, so they must have been staff members who came to study."

"Why don't we get a priest to help us get a set? If we seem to be more religious, we may be more spiritual. ”

"Good idea, that nun is very beautiful. I'll find someone to make a custom set for my granddaughter to wear, and maybe the priest will do it. ”

"Yes, how can such a large church priest be managed by one person? He also lacks a female secretary. ”

As soon as they had said this, they saw the two bishops turn around with a fierce look in their eyes.

An aunt was so frightened that her heart trembled, and she quickly stopped: "......Shhhh Don't say it, it's heard. ”

"Whatever you hear, we're talking about Father Xu Chuan, not him. Why is it so fierce? As she spoke, the other aunt glared back.

"Ahem! Quiet, we're going to get started. The priest couldn't laugh or cry.

Elderly people generally suffer from broken mouths.

Although he knew that they were unintentional, this group of Saints was different.

They put an end to entertainment and recited holy scriptures all day long; They abstained from eating less meat, prayed earnestly, and lived a life of almost asceticism. If you touch their taboos, why don't you care if these aunts mean it?

Fortunately, the priest's dissuasion made everyone quiet. They took out the prayers in their hands and waited for the priest's guidance.

As saints, they prayed every morning and evening.

Although there is no requirement to come to the church, it has become customary for believers who live nearby to come here when they have time, just like the mahjong friends who meet in the small park every afternoon.

"All stand up."

The priest opened his hands as if embracing the sky, and prayed: "My soul, O God, longs for you as a deer longs for a stream; We love your word as a newborn child craves milk.

Praise you, O God! For Thou hast never pushed us to pray, never taken thy lovingkindness away from us, thy promises have never changed, and thy grace endures forever. O my God, another day, be kept by you in peace, and all glory be to you.

In the name of the Lord I pray, Amen. ”

"Amen."

The believers repeated the last sentence, and the simple prayer was completed.

Glancing up at the people of the Holy Sect with heavy faces, the priest said apologetically to Hagikai's believers, "I'm really sorry, there are some emergencies in our church today, so we may have to close early." ”

"What's the matter? Is it serious? ”

"Do you need our help?"

The aunts surrounded the priest and talked about it.

"Things in the church, just one day, here will be open tomorrow." The priest said kindly.

Hearing this explanation, the aunts breathed a sigh of relief and left here one after another.

It was only after the priest had closed the door that Fibri ordered, "Lucas bring it up." ”

Nash and Bishop Guise carried out a stretcher from the rear, on which lay a corpse.

Standing in front of the body with a solemn face, Fibri lifted the white as if it were Bishop Lucas's face.

The priest consciously went to the very end of the line and temporarily gave up the church to Fibri.

"Great Father, I am compelled to tell you this. Today, another devout believer has escaped from the troubled world and is rushing to your embrace. ”

Fibri dipped his fingers with holy water and drew a cross on Lucas's forehead. Di Shan bowed her head and saluted, her eyes moving slightly.

"Lucas was a devout believer and a valiant warrior. He fought for your glory and proved our bravery to the wicked. I hope you can give him guidance and take him where he needs to go......"

Fibri clasped his hands together, the cross glowing with light, and in front of him, the quiet statue of Jesus was full of divinity.

Visible beams of light fall from the sky and envelop the body of the deceased.

The priest was shocked to find that a soul had been separated from his body, and his face was dull.

Lucas had been battered in last night's battle, half of his body had been torn apart by demons, and so had his soul.

As the light gently shone on, the broken soul was nourished, like a spring shoot that had received rain and dew, growing at a rapid rate until it was restored to its original state.

"Thank the Lord for His gift!"

Fibri prayed reverently.

With his prayers, Lucas gradually recovered his soul and even avoided the fate of being scattered.

"Thank you, Mistress Fibri."

Lucas bowed to Fibri and ascended to heaven.

"Amen."

Fibri covered his chest with one hand and, along with the rest of the cultists, sent Lucas away.

"Incredible......

After watching all this in amazement, the priest was left with only one evaluation left in his mind - professional.

Deshan glanced at him secretly, then at the others.

The Dreadlord has always been good at playing with people's hearts, and she looks like she is on top of it, keeping a distance from the rest of the cultists, and she is also guarding against this.

Now, one of them is absent – Bishop Nash.

"Cunning fellow."

Deshan rubbed her temples with her fingers.

In the depths of her mind, there was Cheng Hai's dream catcher. Now Cheng Hai has cut off his own connection and handed over the authority of the dream catcher to her, which means that she can still contact Chu Lin through this little thing.

Of course, she and Chu Lin don't have Cheng Hai's ability to travel in a dream realm, and all they can do is to use the right code.

It's just that so far, Chu Lin has not come to him.

"The Twelve, you and I have a moment."

Fibri said with a calm face, his words full of distance.

Looking around, Dessan nodded.

She knew what Fibri was going to say, and with their status, even if it was an argument, it shouldn't be seen by others. Yesterday's Fibri behaved too gaffe in front of Huang Quan.

When he and Fibri came to a separate lounge, Deshan found a chair to sit down, but spoke first, "How did Lucas die?" ”

Although there is not much sadness, there should be no casualties in small-scale conflicts.

"We were ambushed, and Kerryrick pestered me. He was caught off guard by the fact that we were outnumbered. Fibri replied.

"How many people did they go?" Deshan continued.

"Why are you still so indifferent? Shouldn't you be ashamed of your failure to do so? Fibri no longer suppressed his anger.

"Shame? Why should I be ashamed? Didn't I tell you not to go? Deshan asked calmly.

"If you don't take the initiative, will you huddle in this small church like you and do nothing?" Fibri asked.

"Don't underestimate any of the saints, Fibri."

Di Shan leaned back and said lightly: "Although my ranking is behind you, we are completely equal in status. When you question me, you are questioning the Lord. Questioning the Lord, are you still qualified to be the head of the Holy Order? ”

Hearing this, Fibri's face suddenly sank.

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