Half an hour ago, the parish district, Triumph Cathedral.

Beyond the statues of angels in white armor in the side corridors, there is a separate prayer room behind the nave.

This prayer room, known as the Holy Church, is surrounded by pure white crystals, a dreamy and magical place that was not allowed to enter or leave in the past.

During this time, the prayer room was enclosed as a prison cell for witches who brought about the Black Death.

Isha was kneeling in the middle of the prayer room, reaching out and touching Alice's cheek, who was staring at her strangely.

"Isha, what's wrong with you?" Alice looked at her strangely.

Isha shook her head and withdrew her little hand, "It's okay, I just want to experience what it's like to touch Alice's face." ”

"Hee-hee, then Isha can touch it all the time." After listening to her words, Alice quickly took her hand and put it on her cheek.

Then her eyes surveyed the walls of the prayer room.

"There's no window here, it's all these glowing crystal walls, and it's uncomfortable to look at." Alice said angrily.

She still had the idea of taking Isha out, but it turned out to be even more closed than her room.

"Don't think about it, there's no point." Isa's expression became serious, "Promise me, for you and your family, will you go back obediently later?" ”

"Hmm." Alice bowed her head.

Reason made her know very well that her thoughts were just foolish dreams.

In her current situation, she simply didn't have the ability to take Isha away.

"If God really exists, he will definitely stop those bad people and let you out." She whispered.

And with her words, a violent roar rang out above the church, and the earth trembled.

"Heresy! How dare you offend the realm of the gods! ”

Bishop Mansa, who was sitting on a seat in the nave praying quietly, suddenly opened his eyes and lifted the platinum staff in his hand.

Around him, there was a group of monks in pastoral robes, their eyes closed, ignoring what was happening around them, and chanting eulogies.

"Bishop, heretics have successfully summoned the evil god projection, we must start the divine ritual in advance, so that the Lord's eyes will once again be cast on this land!"

Outside the church, a Templar in church armor walked in, bowing on one knee before Bishop Mansa, eagerly reporting what was going on.

"I already know, activate the Holy Crystal immediately and start the ceremony!"

At his command, the deacons and priests waiting inside the cathedral began to act.

At this time, a deacon anxiously stepped forward to inform Bishop Mansa, "Count Grant's daughter is still in the church and has not left!" The sacrificial rite will affect this innocent believer. ”

Bishop Mansa frowned when he heard this, "When did the Holy Crystal of the Sanctuary open?" ”

"Twenty minutes ago, I opened the Holy Crystal door of the Sanctuary for that young lady." The deacon hurriedly responded.

"Within half an hour, the Holy Crystal can't be opened repeatedly, it's too late." Bishop Mansa did not look at him again.

The deacon, who understood what he meant, bowed his head and retired, and after leaving, continued to prepare for the ritual work he was responsible for.

And here, the church welcomed a group of uninvited guests.

"Quack—quack—"

The cacophony caught the attention of the clergy, who frowned and looked up at the dark birds perched on the stone walls of the vault.

"It's a raven, damn it, how could the Divine Punishment Army allow such an ominous creature to offend the realm of the gods."

The succession of questions made Bishop Mansa's mood worse and worse.

"Please also forgive me, the Divine Punishment Army is currently busy blocking the progress of the evil gods, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions." The Templars excused them, and then looked coldly at the crows.

He took out the broken sword at his waist, and the pure white light condensed towards the tip of the sword.

As a third-order Golden Radiance Knight, he was powerless to face the terrifying evil god projection, but he was still able to deal with a group of annoying crows.

However, the other party was one step faster than him.

One of the crows, sensing his malice, flailed its wings and flicked off a feather.

The falling feathers went straight through his head in a daze.

Sensing that something was wrong, the Templar reached out and touched his forehead, staring at the blood in his hand in confusion.

Not only him, but the other clergy around him all looked at him in a daze, unable to react.

It wasn't until he fell to the ground that everyone was in chaos like a pot had exploded.

A powerful third-order Templar was killed silently, and they couldn't help but wonder if they were hallucinating at the scene in front of them.

"Everyone on alert, that's the minions of the evil god!"

As the first crow moved, the other crows threw off their feathers, and for a moment a pitch-black storm enveloped the people in the church below.

Bishop Mansa raised his staff.

"Holy Protection!"

A pale golden curtain of light spreads, protecting the surrounding clergy below.

But before he could catch his breath.

Under his incredulous gaze, the seemingly fluttering crow feather directly tore through the light curtain, not blocking the speed of descent in the slightest.

Countless screams rang out, but they stopped abruptly.

When Bishop Mansa came to his senses, he was the only one alive in the nave.

The crows flew around the dome of the church, staring in amazement at the enemies still standing below.

Bishop Mansa's body limbs and vital points had already been cut open by Crow Feathers, and then there was no blood flowing from underneath, but a golden streamer.

His whole being seemed to be intertwined with illusory light, ignoring the cutting damage of the crow feather.

As a fourth-order bishop, his body had already been transformed into a divine body through the Holy Crystal, and he was not afraid of any real damage.

Bishop Mansa raises his staff towards the crows.

"Go to hell, minions of heresy, spear of judgment!" Pale golden spears of light condensed above his staff, locking the crows into the flock.

However, he was greeted by even more violent devastation.

The dome of the church was torn open, and a monstrous amount of blood-colored magic swung down with a huge scythe, across the tall church space, and slashed at his place.

The fifth-order crushing power completely crushed the divine body on his body, and the dominance of the high-ranking personality made him reluctant to dissipate.

The monstrous monster landed in the center of the church.

Under the gaze of countless angel statues holding swords on both sides, he came to the statue of a god who was taller than himself.

After a long time, the church was still dead silent, and there was no response.

Behind the walls of the nave, Alice, in the chapel, looked in surprise at the crack in front of her, and she followed the gap to the path behind the church.

Under the flutter of the white owl, she made up her mind, quickly pulled Isha and ran out through the gap.

A moment passed.

"It seems that the separation of the gods from reality is worse than I thought."

In the direction of the church's door, Ronan slowly walked in and came to the monster's side.

Finally, sit on the bench at the front.

The crows of the dome had already descended, occupying the head and shoulders of the angel statue, and they quacked incessantly, announcing that the place had changed hands.