The master of that look was naturally the sword saint Decorni, who had been ignored by Archbishop Shadoman, and the "protect" that was generally believed by the top leaders of the Holy Mountain to be introduced by Neilro and others.

But obviously, this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

The priests and bishops in the field expressed their respective positions one by one, refuting all the loopholes that Neillow and his friends could find.

Finally, there is even a kind of intention to rely on God’s authority on the earth and steal personal interests. No one said that, but this emotion can be felt between the lines.

The Holy Mountain shared the same hatred of the enemy, but it was not the world crisis, but the ones that were right were Neillow and Leit, which made the few people very uncomfortable.

Shadoman calmed down, lowered the discussion in the venue, then stood up and looked at Neilro and Leit.

"What do you have to say in yourself? As the Archbishop of the God of Light, I want to guarantee the fair voice of every clergy!"

Shadoman had a serious expression, but he had a winning smile in his heart. This was a relaxed power crush.

Neillow and Reit looked at each other, then looked at the swordsman Decorni, who was in the center of the two.

"Sword Saint..."

Neillow wanted to speak but stopped.

"Well, let me say it!"

Without any eye contact with the two, the sword saint Decorni slowly stood up from his seat.

The Archbishop, including the archbishop, was dissatisfied with an outsider directly intervening in, but as the strangely dressed man began to get up, a special force spread throughout the field, causing the clergy who wanted to speak something to subconsciously choose to shut up in anxiety.

Without saying anything proved something like Neillow, Leit and everyone thought, the mysterious man looked straight at Archbishop Shadoman.

"I feel familiar with the things you hide in your clothes, Your Excellency Archbishop."

After a sudden slap, the Archbishop's heart thumped, not only because of this sentence, but also because he could feel a faint heat rising in his pocket.

Except for the Archbishop and the speaker, no one here can understand what the Sword Saint is saying.

Archbishop Shadoman didn't know what to react. On such occasions, he would simply ask him what nerves he had, but the feeling in his pocket was starting to become hot from the warmth.

The noisy feeling in my ears appeared again. I couldn't hear any sounds and shadows clearly, which was a sense of irritation in Sasha.

It seemed like a piece of red iron was hidden in the pocket, which made Shadoman unable to help but look down to see if the pocket was burned through, and even felt a kind of pain caused by burning heat.

"hiss……"

I couldn't help it anymore, Shadoman took out the crystal from his pocket at once. The moment he pulled the crystal out of his pocket, the pain-like burning heat quickly became gentle.

After a moment of rushing, Neillow and Reit stood up together, looking at the crystal in the archbishop's hand in disbelief.

They had seen similar things once, on the night when the Sword Saint was "crazy".

Although it was already broken crystal when I saw it that time, and although the archbishop's hand was equally dull and complete, the feeling was the same.

"Sword Saint!!! Is this the kind of crystal?! With it, can you call on the power of light in that world!!!"

The unusual excitement of Reit's voice also made everyone except for the dozen people around him unclear.

But soon, Reit and others discovered that there was no excited expression on the sword saint's face, but instead a worrying calm.

Although Sword Saint Tokoni always looked calm, this time, combined with the situation on the scene, for some reason they felt panicked.

Also worried were Archbishop Shadoman. He didn't know what was wrong with him and didn't dare to look straight into the eyes of the man in front of him. The calm and indifference were changing with vicissitudes and... mockery!

The strange quiet lasted for at least several minutes, and the sword saint Tokoni did not speak, while the others inexplicably did not dare to break this deadlock.

"So that's it...so that's it..."

The sword saint Decorni showed a touch of emotionless smile on his face, which made Reit and Neillow feel very strange and also made Archbishop Shadoman feel panic in his heart. It seemed that it was not surprising that this man was doing it directly to himself.

After being silent for a long time, the Sword Saint took a deep breath, then turned around and walked out.

With a slight lame leg, he paused as he passed by Neillow and Reit.

"Let's go... they won't help us..."

The sword saint Tokoni glanced at the direction of the Archbishop, and also turned his eyes to look at everyone present.

"They know... they always know... Let's go!"

"What!?" "They..."

The dozen priests around him also stood up and looked at the people around him and the Archbishop in the center as incredibly as Reit and Neillow.

Then all his eyes were concentrated on the crystal in the hands of Archbishop Shadoman, and countless complex thoughts finally formed a clear idea.

Unbelievable, fear, frustration, anger, and depressed...

"Ha...so..."

Reit grabbed the Paladin metal badge that was buckled in the center of the leather armor on his chest, threw it down fiercely, and then turned around and took a step directly.

With a "ding...", the pointed triangular metal of the badge was inserted directly into the stone floor.

Neillow looked at the Archbishop deeply and turned around and left.

Then one by one, those who came to the priests or demon hunters turned around and followed the back of the sword saint to leave, silently, and seemed to have a sense of being betrayed and deceived in their emotions.

In the sight of the sword saint Tokoni, who was at this moment, had a short time, his necrotic left leg exposed so obviously.

"What, what's wrong...what happened..."

The Archbishop was a little panicked and wondered what was going on. How did the guy who claimed to be a sword saint know that there was something in his pocket? What did he understand? How could Neillow and Reit understand?

However, before Archbishop Shadoman could make any remedies, someone had already responded one step faster than him.

The Templar's head looked at the badge abandoned by Reit and shouted in anger.

"Stop them!"

Suddenly, some Holy Mountain guards appeared directly at the entrance of the Central Cathedral.

"Surp", "Surp", "Surp", "Surp"... "Click", "Click"...

The sword and spear were shaking at the door, and there were also inside the room wearing the Holy Guards of Bai Kaide, behind Reit and others.

This is extremely unfavorable to Reit and others whose weapons were kept in advance.

But the Sword Saint had no intention of stopping. Not only that, his pace quickly became stable.

"roll!!!"

Rumble rumble...

A word with a low roaring sound of thunder, the whole church seemed to be shaking, and a terrifying aura burst out, and the numb chill spread throughout the audience in an instant.

"Gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee, gee,

The guards couldn't hold the weapons in their hands and dared not make any moves. Except for those around the Sword Saint, everyone felt like they were tiptoing outside the abyss halfway.

No one dared to speak anymore, and watched the group disappear at the door with cold sweat.

"Pu"

Archbishop Shadoman sat down on the chair, and then his heart stumbled.

"Click...Click..."

The crystal in his hand was shattered.

ps: Friday Chapter 2.

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Chapter completed!