In the chapel of the Cathedral of Light, St. Paul slowly guided the divine power of the Circle of Light Judgment to recover. Within the scope of the Cathedral of Light, the power of light can be manipulated at will by St. Paul, who holds the Pope's scepter, and the heavy power of light in the air cannot be wasted, all of which are recovered and stored in the magical storage pool hidden in the murals in the dome.

Nearly a thousand knights of the missions and Templars of various countries were settled, but St. Paul's face was still gloomy and terrifying, until all the knights fell, and the Dark Speaker and others did not appear, which made St. Paul's heart faintly uneasy. According to the portable teleportation circle in San Francisco's arms, the dark warriors and dark mages who appeared in the Holy City were only small characters, and the real commander-level and archon-level council leaders did not appear, and it was obvious that they had other purposes.

"What is the purpose of those heretics of the Dark Council?" St. Paul's deep voice echoed in the empty chapel, the deliberately suppressed anger in his words raising his voice slightly, but it made Abraham, who was standing on the sidelines, trembling even more uneasy.

"I ...... I ......" Abraham's lips trembled, and the words in his mouth trembled so much that he could not speak at all.

St. Paul turned his head to look at him head-on, the murderous intent in his eyes unmistakable. This Abraham really deserves to be damned, colluding with foreign envoys to subvert the Pope's coronation Not to mention, so many dark warriors and dark mages in the Holy City outside can silently infiltrate the Holy City, which is obviously a good thing Abraham has done. For the sake of the Pope, he has lost his conscience, completely disregarded the lives of the believers of the Light, and betrayed the Church for his own selfish desires, and this Abraham will become the first cardinal archbishop to be burned to death in the thousand-year-old history of the Church of Light.

Cardinal Owen's faults are nothing compared to him. And the facts have also proved that although Cardinal Owen has repeatedly lost in dealing with the Duchy of Priedz, this is not to blame him, the strength of the Archduke of Pritz is indeed too strong, and in front of this person who can defeat even the million-strong army of orcs, the defeat of a cardinal is nothing.

Moreover, Cardinal Owen has always been loyal to the church, and his belief in the God of Light has always been extremely religious, and his own divine cultivation is also very deep. St. Paul looked at the unsuccessful Abraham, but at the same time wondered whether he should release Cardinal Owen and return to his service.

Perhaps it was the gaze of the Pope of St. Paul that brought great pressure to Abraham, and the cardinal archbishop fell to his knees and collapsed on the ground, crying and begging for mercy: "I really don't know what they want to do, it was good that they instigated the mission and the temple to forcibly force the palace, if it really doesn't work, the Dark Speaker and the Twelve Dark Archons will join us and forcibly kill you!"

The appearance of a gray-haired man over half a hundred years old and slumped on the ground and crying bitterly was really unsightly, especially since this person had been a sanctimonious appearance before, but a momentary change could not arouse the slightest sympathy in St. Paul's heart.

"So...... You're useless?!" The cold words that came out of St. Paul's thin lips made Abraham cry as if he had been choked by the neck.

"No! I think I can guess their purpose, I know!" Abraham realized the danger of his situation, and hurriedly seized on the glimmer of hope and shouted: "They have climbed the Holy Mountain, they must be in the Cathedral of Light, if not here, then they must be in the ......"

At this, Abraham subconsciously paused, and was taken aback by the answer he was about to blurt out. But when he looked up and saw the stunned expressions of St. Francisco and Pope São Paulo, he immediately realized that what he was thinking clearly coincided with the two of them.

"Damn! they're aiming for the Treasure Vault!" San Francisco cried out in frustration as he slapped the table on the pulpit.

"Quick, the heretics of the Dark Council must be underground, go and catch them at once!" St. Paul quickly came to his senses from this bold speculation, and hurriedly shouted to the thirty-six white bishops, and then pulled the robes in front of him, jumped off the pulpit, and staggered out of the chapel.

The white bishops realized the seriousness of the matter as if they had just woken up from a dream, and many of them had a deep understanding of the importance of the Light Stone, and knew that the Dark Council must not be allowed to take the Stone.

At this time, at their feet, a battle was beginning in the vault.

Achilles relied on his immunity to magic, and the armor on his body was not afraid of the erosion of the dark fighting spirit, and he maintained the suppression of the dark lord Bond from the beginning. It was the first time Bond had encountered such a formidable foe since comprehending the Dark Fighting Aura, and he had never faced such a difficult opponent before. Even those knights of light who have firm beliefs, under the erosion of dark fighting energy, will slowly exhaust their divine power and fighting spirit, and no matter how clever they are, they will be worn to death by Bond little by little.

But the Pritz warrior in front of him was as leisurely as a stroll in the darkness, but the long sword in his hand kept cutting through his armor, although it was not completely pierced, but the sparks flashing on the armor from time to time reminded Bond that if it continued like this, defeat would be a matter of time.

On the other side, Immorton drew the scimitar at his waist with his right hand, but grabbed a handful of yellow sand with his other hand, and as the yellow sand in his hand continued to leak to the ground, the incantation in Immorton's mouth gradually became louder. I don't know what the reason is, the yellow sand in Immorton's hand kept flowing down as if there was no end, and in the blink of an eye, it was already piled up on the ground.

"Arrow of Darkness!" "Dark Entanglement!" "Blindness!" Streams of dark magic shot towards Immorton who had been thrown at him with the swift spells of the six Dark Archons. However, Immorton did not panic, and the spell in his mouth could be completed in the instant of the close proximity of dark magic.

I saw countless gray-white souls flying out of the sleeves of Immorton's robes, and took the initiative to meet those dark magic with a miserable howl of the yin wind. The fragile spirits quickly dissipated in the face of the magic, but an endless stream of souls continued to fly out of Immorton's robes, slowly draining away the dark magic.

"It's soul magic! You're from the Grey Bone Cult?" shouted the Dark Speaker in shock at the sight of Immorton's spell.