With a bang, a beautifully shaped teacup was shattered, and none of the twelve people in the room dared to say a word, and they even tried to breathe as lightly as possible, for fear that they would be angered by the speaker. It was the second day since he left the Church of Light, but the anger of the Dark Speaker had not subsided.

In fact, anyone will be angry if they change, obviously they have been planning for a long time, using a lot of resources, sacrificing many dark warriors and mages, but in the end they fell short, and the most important light holy stone and dark holy stone did not get their hands, the more I thought about it, the more the anger of the dark speaker was accumulated in his chest, even if he got the other four artifacts, he couldn't eliminate his anger.

"Grand Duke of Pridze!Grand Duke of Pritz!What the hell is going on with this Grand Duke of Pridze?!!How would he know about our plans?!" A loud roar kept coming from the room, fortunately this was a separate villa of the Dark Council in the countryside of the Sova Kingdom, and it was full of people from the Dark Council inside and out, otherwise it would have to attract the attention of outsiders.

"Send someone to check at once, I want to know all the whereabouts of the Grand Duke of Pritz, when he will return to the Principality of Pritz, which route to take, how many guards there are, I must know everything clearly......! Let's find out what the Church of Light has lost, and if that Grand Duke of Pritz really hid our sacred stone!" At the Speaker's roar, a dark archon in charge of intelligence spying rushed away.

"Take my things, don't think about living in peace!" a short curse burst out from between Moribai's teeth, and I don't know how much resentment and hatred it contained.

On the Holy Mountain, at the highest point of the Cathedral of Light, known as the closest place to the God of Light, the former Pope San Francesco collapsed on the straw mat in a huff, his eyes glazed and the corners of his mouth still had a trace of salivation. The blow of losing all the artifacts was too great for the aged San Francisco to bear, and the old man in his twilight had lost all the grace and arrogance of the past, and he had no confidence in playing with the world in the palm of his hand.

His son, the new Pope St. Paul, knelt quietly beside him, and the silence, oppression, and gloomy atmosphere made the temperature of the whole room seem to drop a little. I thought that my strategy would be enough to make those troublemakers suffer enough blows, but what I didn't expect was that I didn't even feel the shadow of the enemy. If it weren't for the Archduke of Pritz who killed a dark archon on the spot and confirmed the actions of the Dark Council, I'm afraid this would be a headless case, and the Church of Light would only suffer a dumb loss.

"Grand Duke of Pritz, Grand Duke of Pritz ......" St. Paul muttered the name, "what role did this Grand Duke of Pritz play in this incident? Is it really a coincidence that he appeared in the vault? Why do I always feel a little strange in my heart?"

Vaguely hearing the name of the Grand Duke of Pritz from St. Paul's mouth, San Francisco's cloudy eyes finally appeared a hint of clarity, and he trembled and struggled to his side, and said vaguely: "Pritz...... There must be something wrong with Grand Duke Pritz! I have been wondering how someone who dares to oppose the Church or even defeat the Knights of Light and the Knights of the Holy Judgment can ally with the Church so easily?"

In the face of San Francisco's questioning, St. Paul did not answer, but continued to frown and continue to think, and said to himself: "He passed the holy light test, he did not have any space props on his body, nor did he hide any belongings, he detected the plot of the Dark Council in time, and he also killed a dark archon, all this ...... It's a bit ......."

"End...... Finish...... Beautiful, so perfect!...... Well...... It's perfect, and if it's really the right time, we will at least be a little caught off guard or panicked, but their expressions are too calm!" San Francisco immediately picked up, and the father and son subconsciously glanced at each other, both of them looking at each other with surprise in their eyes. Such speculation is a bit too bizarre, but although Leo's actions are not flawed, there are doubts everywhere when you think about it.

But even if he was suspicious of Leo, after all, Leo not only saw through the conspiracy of the Dark Council, but also killed a dark archon, and no matter how he was, his merits could not be erased. Not only should he not be able to investigate and question Leo, but he must also politely thank him for his help, and he must be rewarded with substantial financial rewards.

Fortunately, both San Francisco and São Paulo were stoic and resolute people, and even if the consequences of defeat were very serious, they could only knock out their teeth and swallow blood, and a little humiliation and a little setback were just a test of faith for them, and they could not erase their devotion to the Church and their devout faith in the God of Light.

Standing up from the ground, San Francisco said to St. Paul with a solemn expression: "You go and torture Abraham again, who is in his party, how he is connected with the Dark Council, how he is consulted, and whether he has a relationship with the Grand Duke of Pulitzer, all these things must be investigated!"

"Yes, I'll do it right away!" St. Paul bowed his head, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, the cardinal of Abraham was probably guilty. In this existential stake, São Francisco had far more experience than him, so it was only natural for São Paulo to comply with his father's arrangement.

Gently straightening the wrinkled robe on his body, St. Francisco said with a strong spirit: "I'm going to visit Cardinal Owen, now the Church of Light is facing an unprecedented crisis, we need to integrate all the forces that can be used! Also, those bishops of the Northwest Diocese will immediately return to their respective dioceses and lead the believers to fight against the scattered undead creatures, and the other bishops will arrange to assist Captain Larry, the Knights of Light must block the attack of the undead army, and I will let Cardinal Owen take over the affairs of the Gray Bone Sect later!"

After saying so many words in one breath, San Francisco took a few heavy breaths and rested, looked at São Paulo's emaciated figure, and said softly with warmth in his eyes: "I didn't expect that what was handed over to you was such a mess, you have to sort out the affairs of the church these days, as for those foreign enemies......"

Speaking of this, a cold glint flashed in San Francisco's cloudy eyes, and the warmth in his words instantly dissipated, and he said in a cold voice: "Those ascetics in the back mountain, it's time to return to the mortal world, it's time to remind our enemies again, the Church of Light is not only warm and light......"