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Chapter 84 Occupying the Church
10 minutes ago, Mission District, Triumph Cathedral.

Stepping over the angel sculptures in white armor in the side corridor, there is an independent prayer room behind the nave of the church.

This prayer room, known as the sanctuary, is surrounded by pure white crystal walls, dreamy and magical, and it was not allowed to enter or leave in the past.

During this period of time, this prayer room was even closed as a prison cell, used to imprison the witch who brought the Black Death.

Isa was kneeling and sitting in the middle of the prayer room at this time, reaching out to touch Alice's cheek, and was stared at by the latter with strange eyes.

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

Isa shook her head and retracted her little hand, "It's nothing, I just want to experience the feeling of touching Alice's face."

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

Then she looked at the wall of this prayer room.

"Why are there no windows here? It's all these glowing crystal walls. It's uncomfortable to look at." Alice said angrily.

She still had the idea of ​​taking Yisha to run out in her heart, but it turned out that this place was even more closed than her room.

"Don't think about it, it's meaningless." Yisha's expression became serious, "Promise me, for you and your family, you will go back obediently later, okay?"

"Hmm." Alice lowered her head.

Reason made her very clear that her thoughts were just wishful thinking.

In the current situation, she simply does not have the ability to take Isa away.

"If gods really exist, they will definitely stop those bad guys and let Isaac go out." She whispered.

Along with her words, a violent roar sounded in the distance of the church, and the ground trembled.

"Heretical! How dare you offend the realm of the gods!"

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

Around him, there were a group of monks in pastoral robes, with their eyes closed, ignoring everything that happened around them, and silently chanting eulogy.

"Bishop, the heretics have successfully summoned the projection of the evil god. We must start the ritual of the gods in advance, so that the Lord's eyes can turn to this land again!"

A Templar wearing church armor walked in outside the church, knelt down on one knee to Bishop Mansa, and eagerly reported the situation outside.

"I already know, immediately activate the holy crystal and start the ceremony!"

Under 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, "Earl Grant's daughter is still staying in the church and has not left! The sacrifice ceremony will affect this innocent believer."

Bishop Mansa frowned upon hearing this, "When did the holy crystal of the church be opened?"

"Two ten minutes ago, I opened the holy crystal door of the sanctuary for that lady." The deacon responded quickly.

"In half an hour, the holy crystal cannot be opened again, it's too late." Bishop Mansa didn't look at him again.

The deacon, who understood what he meant, bowed his head and retreated. After leaving, he continued to prepare for the ritual work he was in charge of.

At this time, a group of uninvited guests ushered in the church.

"quack--"

The ear-piercing calls attracted the attention of the clergy here. They frowned and looked up at the dark birds that were parked on the stone wall of the vault.

"It's a crow, damn it, how could the God's Punishment Army allow such an unknown creature to offend the realm of God."

The successive problems made Bishop Mansa's mood worse and worse.

"Please forgive me, God's Punishment Army is currently busy blocking the pace of the evil god, and it is inevitable that there will be omissions." The Templar excused them, and then looked at the group of crows coldly.

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

As a third-tier golden knight, he was unable to face the terrifying projection of the evil god, but it was still easy to deal with a group of annoying crows.

However, the opponent was one step faster than him.

One of the crows sensed his malice, flapped its wings, and flung off a feather.

The fallen feathers passed straight through his head like this.

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

Not only him, but other priests around him stared blankly at him, unable to react.

It wasn't until he fell to the ground that everyone became chaotic like a pot exploded.

A powerful third-tier templar was killed in such a silent manner, which made them wonder whether the scene in front of them was a hallucination.

"Everyone beware, they are the minions of the evil god!"

Following the first crow's move, the other crows flung their feathers one after another, and a pitch-black storm enveloped the church below.

Bishop Mansa held up his staff.

"Holy Asylum!"

The pale golden light curtain spread, protecting the surrounding priests below.

But before he could catch his breath.

Under his unbelievable gaze, the seemingly light crow feathers collided with the light curtain, causing the latter to fluctuate violently and dim in color, and when hundreds of feathers gathered, the black storm finally penetrated the light curtain.

Countless screams sounded, but they stopped abruptly.

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

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

The limbs and vitals of Bishop Mansa's body had already been cut open by the crow's feathers, but no blood flowed from the bottom, instead showing a golden streamer.

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

As a fourth-level bishop, Mansa's body has already been converted into a sacred body through the holy crystal, and he is not afraid of any real harm.

Bishop Mansa raised his staff to the crows.

"Go to hell, minion of heresy, spear of judgment!" The light golden spear condensed above his staff, locking the crows.

However, what greeted him was more violent destruction.

The dome of the church was torn apart, and the monstrous blood-colored magic power waved down with the huge scythe, across the tall church space, and chopped at his position.

The fifth-level crushing power completely crushed the sacred body on his body, and the high-level dominance made him dissipate helplessly with unwillingness.

The ferocious monster landed in the center of the church.

Under the gaze of countless angel statues holding long swords on both sides, they came to the taller god statue than themselves.

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

Behind the wall of the nave, Alice in the church looked at the gap in front of her in surprise, and she followed the gap to see the road behind the church.

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

After a while.

"It seems that the isolation between the gods and reality is more serious than I imagined."

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

Finally sit on the front bench.

The crows on the dome had already landed, occupying the head and shoulders of the angel statue, squawking non-stop, announcing the change of owner of this place.

(End of this chapter)