The strength rating of all Bright Priests in Olopa is the responsibility of the central church or local church stationed in various places. Of course, the so-called hierarchy is nothing more than a name for many pastors who truly serve God, but it is important for clergy who pin their political future on the path of the church. Although the teachings of the Cult of Light have always preached equality and fraternity, in fact there is a very strict hierarchy within the Church, and the high-ranking priests have absolute authority over the lower-ranking priests, even if the latter are not subordinates of the former, they can still be treated more favorably, have greater privileges, and know more secrets than the lower-ranking ones.

It is under this strict hierarchical privilege system that the hierarchical division of the profession of "priest" has its own peculiarities. Like other knightly professions, priests are usually divided into eight levels, the highest level is the cardinal, and the strength that surpasses the top cardinal is the ninth level of the strong man known as the "sage"; however, the sage is not the only one who exceeds the level of the eighth-level strong cardinal, and between the cardinal and the sage, there is also a special level, the so-called "eight and a half levels" - the white cardinal.

Although the level of the cardinal is above that of the cardinal of the eighth level, in fact, his light magic cultivation is only on par with the cardinal, and the only thing that the whitecoat is higher than the cardinal is power. Because there can only be two people who can get the title of "white cardinal" at the same time, that is, the Pope and the Radiant Virgin. Only by establishing a hierarchy above the cardinals could the successive popes and the glorious virgins have legitimate and reasonable jurisdiction over the other cardinals, which is the only reason why the whitecoats exist.

Therefore, the contemporary Pope Frio I is no exception. No matter how powerful the Holy See is to proclaim the Pope, he is just an ordinary cardinal in terms of actual strength. Edward didn't care about the eighth-level powerhouse of the magic department at all, maybe the sword in the Pope's hand was a rare treasure with some special ability, but it was impossible to compete with him.

Faced with the Pope's declaration of war, Edward smiled indifferently. The "Endless Sigh" and the mysterious sword swung with a sword wind, and the two swords collided together, emitting a shrill hiss.

Pope Frio I's body was indeed far inferior to that of the powerful Vampire Prince, and he staggered backwards a dozen steps under the tremendous force of the impact, only to stop when he held his hand on a crystal coffin behind him.

The mysterious sword could not completely counteract the sword wind waved by the "Endless Sigh", and the Pope himself was also affected by the aftermath, and the silver mask symbolizing the status of the Pope bore the brunt, which instantly broke in half and fell to the ground, revealing the old face. A wisp of blood flowed from the Pope's forehead and down his wrinkled cheek.

The Pope was injured in just one confrontation, and without the protection of the silver mask, this "spokesman of God on earth" might have his head split in half by a sword.

"Tsk! ”

Edward's sneer was filled with disappointment. He originally wanted to see what the Pope had left behind and how much surprise it could bring him, but he didn't expect that the Holy See, which was so vulnerable and had spent thousands of years fighting against him, would actually encounter such a good thing? With such a weak Pope as his opponent, Edward couldn't help but feel that he was a little cheap.

In that case, there's no need to waste any more time. Edward slammed his toes, raised his sword, and slashed the Pope......

The moment the two swords intersected, there was a metallic crash again, but compared to the confrontation just now, it was extremely dull and depressing, because at the moment when the two swords touched, the slashing force of the "endless sigh" was artificially suppressed to a minimum, and the two weapons only made the lowest contact. This time, the person who flew out upside down was replaced by Edward.

"This ...... How is that possible?" said Edward after steasing his footing.

In fact, it was not Edward who was shocked by the Pope's sword just now, but he stepped back on his own, and he was not injured, but Edward's face was full of incredible expressions. He stared intently at the Pope, the source of his astonishment, and in fact, Edward was not looking at the Pope himself, but at the mysterious sword in the Pope's hand.

In the impact just now, the silk cloth wrapped around the sword shattered, revealing part of the original appearance of the long sword.

A faint and mysterious aura flowed from the solemn papal palace and soon spread throughout the city.

Most of the Holy Army and vampires who were in the midst of fierce battles did not notice the existence of this aura, and although a few people noticed the aura, no one cared, because they thought that this faint aura was just a normal fluctuation of magical energy generated in the heat of battle, except for one person. If there was anyone else who could read the true meaning hidden in this breath at this time, it was the Stigmata closest to the source of light magic.

"It's so bleak, it's too sad, who's singing?" Sophia stopped what she was doing. Because she could hear that this breath that no one noticed was actually a sad song, and the desolate whirlwind that hit her mind provoked the most sorrowful emotions in her soul, and anyone who heard it could not help but burst into tears, just like Sophia now.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?" the middle-aged knight sitting across from her hurriedly asked, sensing that Sophia's sudden change in mood was abnormal.

"Didn't you hear the song?" asked Sophia.

"What song?" the knight was confused.

"It's a very sad song. Sophia repeated.

"Nope. After making sure that there was no problem with his hearing, the knight shook his head affirmatively.

Sophia fell silent and did not explain any more, for she was sure that only she could hear the sad song.

As a side note, Sophia was in an empty house with a wounded knight and a griffon. Ten minutes ago, Sophia evacuated all the people in the nearby area to a large library, and after setting up a protective barrier around the library, she returned to the street to see if there were any lone citizens, and suddenly an air knight and his griffon horse fell from the sky and fell on her.

Both humans and griffons are still alive. The griffin was only slightly wounded and could still fly when rested, but the knight was not so lucky, he was so badly wounded that he would surely die if he was not rescued in time.

Although the other party was a member of the Central Church and was a hostile force to Sophia, she did not think so much about it in the face of the dying moment. After using magic to save the knight from life, Sophia moved him to the vacant mansion and treated him further to avoid direct rain.

When the vampire's claws pierced his body, the knight thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect to have a chance to open his eyes. When he saw Sophia for the first time, he was stunned, not only because of Sophia's beauty, but also because of the high-level light magic she used to heal herself.

At that time, Sophia was wearing a low-level priest's robe, judging from her clothing and age, the knight initially thought that Sophia was just one of the many female students who practiced at the Founding Evangelical Theological Seminary, but Sophia's familiar control of light magic and superb healing methods were not inferior even to Sister Oldai, the director of the Founding Evangelical Seminary, and what made the knight even more concerned was that if she were a native, her name and beauty would have been widely spread in the Holy City and nearby towns, but in fact, the knight had never met Sophia, so he concluded that Sophia was not from the Holy City, not to mention entering the Holy City with reinforcements from surrounding towns.

The knight didn't know where she came from, and he didn't want to associate Sophia with the notoriety of "vampire's fellow party", but no matter what the origin of the girl in front of him was, it was an indisputable fact that she saved her life.

"Little girl, leave me alone, you can go quickly. The knight said to Sophia.

"What?" this time it was Sophia's turn to be confused.

"I didn't hear it, but since you hear someone singing a sad song, it means that there must be someone in grief waiting for help. You go and help that person. With that, the knight pointed to the griffin sitting next to him, "You ride my partner, and Flying Feather will take you to that man." ”

"I ......"

"Please don't thank you, I'm just thanking for gratitude. Little girl, I'm fine, but I need your strength more than anything else......"

In the depths of the Papal Palace, the coffin of the Holy Spirit.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly...... How is that possible?" Edward muttered dreamily.

For Edward Xiumiro, who had been in this world for more than a thousand years, was there any "shocking" person or thing that he had not seen? and to be so shocked and to show that expression of disunity showed that what he had seen at this time had touched the depths of his soul directly.

Edward stared intently at the sword in the Pope's hand, and walked forward step by step. Every time he took a step forward, he used a slow tone to spit out the words of varnish: "Saint, weeping, sorrow, song!"

"You can even recognize the 'Song of Sorrow'. It seems that more than a thousand years have not made you forgetful. The Pope sneered as he ripped off all the remnants of the thick cloth wrapped around his sword.

Ordinary sword weapons are made of metal, but this long sword called "Holy Cry of Sorrow" is not, it is a crystal sword! Including the sword body inside the blade, the whole body is made of dark blue magic crystal, the middle of the sword body is narrow, and the tip of the sword and the place near the hilt are relatively wide, and there are countless grooves on the sword body, guiding the huge magic power contained in the crystal sword body to circulate and flow. The off-white hilt is a traditional metal cast from an alloy of mythril, gold, and iron, with a sun-like motif at the end of the hilt. In the boring place between the metal hilt and the crystal blade, a pearl that glows dimly is inlaid with it.

"How could it be ......" Edward's footsteps stopped, and his gaze at the crystal sword became dull and blurred.

Strictly speaking, Edward's gaze was not on the "Song of Sorrow" itself, but on the soul-locking bead embedded in the sword boring, and the poor soul trapped in the bead and singing the song of sorrow forever.

"How so?" said Edward, suddenly.