St. Paul's composure in the face of the threat of many envoys made Cardinal Abraham suddenly feel a sense of foreboding. Although in terms of strength, whether it is San Francisco or São Paulo, the strength is more than that of Abraham, who is preoccupied with internal affairs and neglects the cultivation of light magic, but at this moment, such a number of knights from various countries in the chapel hall have crushed them to death even if they use the sea of tactics to suppress them, what is it that makes them turn a blind eye?

Just when the knights of the mission were tense and about to fight if they disagreed, Leo suddenly got up from his chair, stretched his hands upwards vigorously, and after stretching his waist, he said to himself with a look of laziness on his face: "Don't stick to the idiots, lest you be dragged down by them!"

After speaking, he took Sidney with one hand, waved Feng Xifan and the others with the other, and swaggered towards the door of the worship hall. Seeing this, Princess Sophia, who was sitting not far away, quickly jumped up from her seat, glanced at the Royal Knight of Paris, who was doing the same as those knights of the mission, and suddenly kicked the crook of the Knight of Sprint's leg, and said angrily: "What are you doing? What are you doing without my orders?"

Before the Knight Captain Sprint and the royal knights could react, Princess Sophia pointed to the back of Leo and his party and said, "Don't hurry up and catch up, this is not something we can get involved in, the internal affairs of the Church of Light are solved by themselves, let's just follow the Grand Duke of Pritz to watch the excitement!"

St. Paul, who was on the pulpit, glanced at Princess Sophia with interest, and he was intrigued by the princess's ability to judge the situation, and it seemed that there were not no wise people, but most of them were blinded by interests.

When Cardinal Abraham's eyes followed the figures of Leo and Princess Sophia leaving, he suddenly found that the thirty-six white-clothed bishops on the periphery had quietly surrounded the missions of various countries at some point. Strange to say, thirty-six people surrounded by nearly a thousand envoys and Templar knights, quite a kind of mantis arm like a car mayfly shaking the tree, but in the heart of Cardinal Abraham, it was suddenly like falling into an ice cave.

"How could I have forgotten them, what an idiot I am!" Abraham's heart flashed with horror and remorse, but it was too late. As a high-ranking member of the Church, he was well aware of the strength of these thirty-six white-clad bishops. As the de facto ruler of a diocese, each of the whiteclothed bishops can be said to be the best in the whole diocese, and even some of the whiteclothed bishops who follow the cardinal of St. Paul, who are obsessed with judging heresy, are slightly better than Abraham's actual combat ability.

The key is that the strength of the white cardinal is no less than that of a fourth-level magician, but there are thirty-six! You must know that even the magic kingdom of Lorraine only had two fifth-level great magicians and seven or eight fourth-level magicians in its heyday, and that kind of strength was enough to deter the surrounding countries. Now there are thirty-six white bishops, and ......

Abraham figured out the trick as if he had suddenly seen a divine light, and he looked up at the painted wall of the Kingdom of God in the dome of the chapel hall, since the circle that could inspire the praise of light just now, maybe San Francisco would have prepared some other circle of light here.

Although he is not a bright bishop who specializes in judgment and combat, Abraham has served as a cardinal archbishop for many years, and he has heard a little about some secrets within the church, and he has been in contact with some secrets in ordinary times, so he has some understanding of the strength of the judgment power within the church. But he never imagined that St. Paul would be so desperate to use these methods on the missions of various countries, which would be to fight against the whole continent on his own.

In the national missions, there are some astute envoys who have sensed that something is wrong. Neither San Francisco nor São Paulo is a person who puts himself in danger so easily, and this is the Cathedral of Light, so it is difficult to guarantee that the Church of Light has no traps or anything like that.

The thirty-six white-clothed bishops who stood around the chapel and faintly surrounded all the envoys and priests did not attract everyone's attention, after all, the external combat power of the Church of Light is generally based on the Knights of Light and the Knights of the Holy Judgment, and the adjudicating priests are auxiliary, as for these priests and bishops, they give the impression that they all use healing techniques, holy light techniques and other auxiliary means, even if there are as many as thirty-six such white-clothed bishops, it does not make people feel any danger.

After the thirty-six white-clad bishops had taken their positions, St. Paul gently glanced at Cardinal Abraham who was standing on the side of the pulpit, and Abraham had realized what St. Paul was going to do next.

Retracting his victorious gaze, St. Paul glanced again at the knights of the mission who were standing in the chapel shouting, his face expressionless, as if he were looking at a group of dead people, he raised the papal scepter in his hand and said loudly: "God said: Let there be light!

As St. Paul's words settled, a ray of light suddenly hung from above the dome of the chapel and shone right in the center of the chapel. Everyone in the mission was shocked, and they hurriedly looked left and right, only to find that the appearance of the Holy Light did not bring them any harm.

Before the missions could react, St. Paul on the pulpit continued to say aloud: "God says: Light is good, and light and darkness should be separated!"

"God said, 'Let the world believe in the light and put away the darkness from their hearts!'"

"God says, 'Believe in me, and you will be integrated into the light after death, ascend into the kingdom of God, and receive eternal life!"

Word after word came out of St. Paul's mouth, each of which brought light to the chapel. Soon, the members of the mission discovered that the lights were connected into a large circle in the chapel hall.

"Hurry up and stop him, we can't let him continue chanting!" Although I don't know what kind of circle St. Paul activated, everyone present knows that once St. Paul completes this circle, I'm afraid it won't be good for everyone.

"Alas!" Abraham, who was standing at the foot of the pulpit, did not move, but sighed in deep despair, he already knew that the circle of Light Judgment released by St. Paul was simply not something that the Legions could stop. With St. Paul's years of immersion in the cultivation of judgment spells, plus the assistance of thirty-six white bishops, and still in the Cathedral of Light, such a Holy Light Judgment Circle will definitely not be able to escape even if the Dark Speaker comes.