The sound of the church rang eight times, and the saints from the West divided into two rows according to their status, lowering their heads devoutly.

Looking at the solemn and formal members of the Holy Church, the uncles and aunts who came to pray in the back row couldn't help but murmur.

"Who are these people? I've never seen them before."

"They are wearing formal monastic uniforms, and they should be staff who come to study."

"Or what if we ask the priest to help us out? We seem to be more pious and we may make wishes more effective."

"Good idea, that female cultivator's style looks great. I'll find someone to customize a set for my granddaughter to wear. Maybe the priest would do this."

"Yes, how can a priest in such a big church be able to manage it alone? He still lacks a female secretary."

As soon as they said this, they saw the two bishops turn around and their eyes are fierce.

An old lady was so scared that her heart trembled and quickly stopped her and said, "Shhhhh... Stop talking, I'm heard."

"So what if you hear it? We are talking about Father Xu Chuan, not him. Why is it so fierce?" As he said that, another aunt glared back.

"Ahem! Quiet, we're going to start." The priest couldn't laugh or cry.

Older people usually get shattered mouths.

Although he knew that they were unintentional, these saints were different.

They stopped entertainment and recited the sacred scriptures silently all day; they abstained from meat and food, prayed seriously, and lived a life of almost assassination. If they touched their taboos, how could they care whether these aunts were intentional?

Fortunately, the priest's dissuasion calmed everyone down. They took out the prayers in their hands and waited for the priest's guidance.

As saints, they pray once a day morning and evening.

Although there is no requirement to come to the church, believers who live close to you will come here when they have time, just like a friend who meets in a small park every afternoon, which has become a common practice.

"The whole person stands up."

The priest opened his hands as if he was hugging the sky. The God of the Underworld prayed: "O God, I admire you very much, like a deer and a stream; we love your words, like a baby who has just born, loves milk.

My God, we praise you! Because you have never pushed us to pray, never left your love with us, your promises have never changed, and your grace has always lasted forever. My God, it is another day, I have been to you for peace and peace, and I wish to give you all glory.

Pray in the name of the Lord, Amen.”

"Amen."

The believers repeated the last sentence, and this simple prayer was completed.

He looked up at the members of the Holy Church with a heavy expression. The priest said to Hagihae's believers with apologetic expression: "I'm so sorry, there are some sudden events in our church today, so we may have to close the door early."

"What's the matter? Is it serious?"

"Do you need our help?"

The aunts surrounded the priests and talked a lot.

"Things in the church will be fine for one day, and the door will be open tomorrow." The priest said kindly.

After hearing this explanation, the aunts were relieved and left here one after another.

After the priest closed the door, Febri then ordered: "Bring Lucas with you."

Bishop Nash and Bishop Gith carried a stretcher from behind, and a body lay on it.

Standing in front of the body with a solemn expression, Febri pulled the white bra up and exposed Bishop Lucas's face.

The priest consciously walked to the end of the team and temporarily gave the church to Febrile.

"Great Father, I have to tell you here. Today, another devout believer escapes from the troubled world and goes to your arms."

Feibry wet his fingers with holy water and drew a cross on Lucas' forehead. Dishan bowed her head and saluted, her eyes moving slightly.

"Lucas is a devout believer and a heroic warrior. He fights for your glory and proves our courage to those evils. I hope you can give him guidance and take him to where he should go..."

Feibry clasped his hands together, the cross in his hand fluorescently glowed, and before him, the quiet statue of Jesus was full of divinity.

A beam of light visible to the naked eye fell from the sky and enveloped the dead.

The priest was surprised and found that a soul had separated from the body and his face was dull.

Lucas was severely injured in the battle last night, and half of his body was torn apart by the demon, and the same was true for his soul.

As the holy light shines gently, the broken soul is nourished, like spring bamboo shoots that have obtained rain and dew, growing at an extremely fast speed until they recover.

“Thank you for the Lord’s gift!”

Feibri praised devoutly.

Under his prayer, Lucas in his soul gradually recovered and even saved him from his destiny of being scattered.

"Thank you, Lord Febri."

Lucas saluted Febri and then ascended to heaven.

"Amen."

Feibri covered her chest with one hand and sent Lucas away with the rest of the believers.

“Incredible…”

After watching all this in a daze, the priest had only one evaluation left in his mind - professionalism.

Dishan glanced at him secretly, then looked at the others.

The Demon King of Fear has always been good at playing with people's hearts. She looks arrogant and keeps a distance from other believers, and is also guarding against this.

Now, one of them is missing - Bishop Nash.

"Cunning guy."

Dishan rubbed her temples with two fingers.

Deep in her mind, Cheng Hai's dream catcher was parasitized. Now Cheng Hai has cut off his own connection and handed over the authority of the dream catcher to her, which means that she can still contact Chu Lin through this little thing.

Of course, she and Chu Lin do not have the ability to travel in dreams like Cheng Hai, and they can only do the right code.

But so far, Chu Lin has not come to see him.

"Twelve Saints, come with me."

Feibry said calmly, his words full of distance.

Looking around, Dishan nodded.

She knew what Feibri was going to say, and as their identity, even if there was a dispute, it should not be seen by others. Yesterday, Feibri was too disobedient in front of Huangquan.

When he came to the separate lounge with Feibri, Dishan found a chair to sit down, and said first: "How did Lucas die?"

Although there is not much sadness, small-scale conflicts should not have casualties.

"We were ambushed, and Carrick entangled me. Our numbers were at a disadvantage, and he was surprised." Febrie replied.

"How many people have they gone?" Dishan continued.

"Why are you still so calm? Shouldn't you be ashamed of your fault?" Feibry stopped suppressing his anger.

"Shame? Why am I ashamed? Didn't I tell you not to go?" Dishan asked calmly.

"If you don't take the initiative, will you hide in this chapel like you and do nothing?" Feibri asked.

"Don't underestimate any saint, Phibry."

Dishan leaned back and said lightly: "Although my ranking is behind you, we are completely equal in terms of status. If you question me, you are questioning the Lord. If you question the Lord, are you still qualified to be the leader of the Knights of the Holy Church?"

Hearing this, Febrile's expression suddenly sank.
Chapter completed!