The owner of that gaze was naturally the Sword Saint Degni, who had always been ignored by Archbishop Shadoman, and who was generally believed by the Holy Mountain's top leaders to be a "front" put forward by Neillo and others.
But obviously, this person is not an ordinary person.
The priests and bishops present expressed their respective positions one by one, and refuted all the loopholes they could find in Neillo and his team's proposal.
Finally, there is even a sense of trying to rely on God's authority on earth to steal personal interests. No one says so, but this emotion can be felt between the lines.
The Holy Mountain shared a common hatred for the enemy, but the enemy they were targeting was not the world crisis, but Neillo, Leyte and others, which made them very uncomfortable.
Shadoman gathered himself together, suppressed the discussion in the meeting room, then stood up and looked at Neillo and Leyte.
"What do you have to say? As the Archbishop of the God of Light, I must ensure that every clergy member has a fair say!"
Shadoman's expression was serious, but he already had a victorious smile on his face. This was an easy crushing of power.
Neillo and Leit looked at each other, and then looked at the swordsman Degni who was in the center of the two of them.
"Master Sword Saint..."
Neillo hesitated to speak.
"Well, let me tell you!"
Without making any eye contact with the two, Swordmaster Degni slowly stood up from his seat.
Everyone in the field, including the archbishop, was unhappy about an outsider directly interfering, but as this strangely dressed man began to stand up, a special force spread in the field, causing those clergymen who wanted to say something to subconsciously choose to keep their mouths shut in uneasiness.
Instead of saying something to prove anything as Neillo, Leyte and everyone else thought, this mysterious man just looked straight at Archbishop Shadoman.
"Your Excellency, Archbishop, can you let me see what you have hidden in your clothes? It looks very familiar to me."
The archbishop's heart skipped a beat, not only because of these words, but also because he could feel a faint heat rising in his pocket.
Except for the archbishop and the person who was speaking, no one present could understand what the Sword Master was saying.
Archbishop Shadoman didn't know how to react. In this situation, it would be appropriate to reject him or simply ask the other party what was wrong with him, but the feeling in his pocket was starting to turn from warm to burning.
The noisy feeling in my ears appeared again. I couldn't hear any sound, just a rustling and irritating feeling.
It felt as if there was a red-hot iron block hidden in his pocket, causing Shadoman to lower his head to see if his pocket had been burned through. He even felt a mental pain caused by the burning sensation.
"hiss……"
Unable to bear it any longer, Shadoman took out the crystal from his pocket. The moment he took the crystal out of his pocket, the painful burning sensation quickly subsided.
All of a sudden, Neillo and Leyte stood up together, looking at the crystal in the archbishop's hand in disbelief.
They had seen something similar once, on the night when the Sword Master went "mad".
Although the crystal was shattered when I saw it that time, and the one in the archbishop's hand was also dim but complete, the feeling was the same.
"Master Sword Saint!!! Is this the kind of crystal?! With it, can we call upon the power of light in that world!!!"
Leyte's voice was unusually excited, which confused everyone except the dozen people around him.
But soon, Leit and others discovered that there was no excitement on the Sword Master's face, but rather a worrying calmness.
Although Sword Saint Degni usually had a calm expression, this time, combined with the situation at the scene, he gave them a sense of panic for some reason.
Archbishop Shadoman was also panicking. He didn't know what was wrong with him and didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of the man in front of him. The calmness and indifference revealed the vicissitudes of life and... ridicule!
The strange silence lasted for at least several minutes. Swordmaster Degni did not speak, and the others inexplicably did not dare to break the deadlock.
“I see…I see…”
Sword Saint Degni showed an emotionless smile on his face, which made Leit and Neillo feel very unfamiliar. It also intensified the panic in Archbishop Shadoman's heart, as if it was not surprising that this man would attack him directly.
After a long silence, the Sword Master took a deep breath, then turned around and walked out.
With a slight limp, he paused as he passed by Neillo and Leyte.
"Let's go... they won't help us..."
Sword Saint Degni turned his head half way and glanced in the direction of the Archbishop, then turned his eyes to look at everyone present.
"They know...they've always known...let's go!"
"What!?" "They..."
The dozen or so priests around them also stood up at once, and like Leit and Neillo, they looked at the people around them and the archbishop in the center in disbelief.
Then everyone's eyes were focused on the crystal in Archbishop Shadoman's hand, and countless complex thoughts finally formed a clear idea.
Disbelief, fear, frustration, anger, and dejection...
“Oh…I see…”
Leit grabbed the metal badge of the Paladin that was fastened on the center of the leather armor on his chest, threw it down hard, then turned around and took a step forward.
With a "ding..." sound, the pointed triangular metal tip of the badge directly inserted into the stone floor.
Neillo looked at the archbishop deeply and turned away.
Then, one by one, the priests or demon hunters who came with him turned around and followed the Sword Master's back and left in silence, with a feeling of betrayal, deception, shame and anger in their emotions.
The swordmaster Degni was in sight at the moment, and for a moment, the necrotic left leg was so obvious.
"What, what happened...?"
The Archbishop was a little panicked and didn't know what was going on. How did the guy who called himself the Sword Saint know that there was something in his pocket? What did he understand? How did Neillo and Leyte also understand?
However, before Archbishop Shadoman could take any remedial action, someone had already reacted faster than him.
The Templar Knight looked at the badge discarded by Leyte and roared towards the door in anger.
“Stop them!”
All of a sudden, some Holy Mountain Guards appeared at the door of the Central Cathedral.
“Swoosh”, “swoosh”, “swoosh”, “swoosh”… “Click”, “Click”, “Click”…
Gleaming swords and spears were placed at the door, and behind Leit and the others appeared the Holy Guards of the Vatican in white.
This is extremely disadvantageous for Leyte and others whose weapons were kept in advance.
But the Sword Master had no intention of stopping. Not only that, his steps quickly became steady.
"roll!!!"
Boom boom boom…
One word came with a roaring thunderous sound, and the whole church seemed to be shaking. A terrible breath burst out, and a numbing chill spread throughout the venue in an instant.
"Kachakakaka..." The glazed windows of the church kept shaking.
The guards could not hold their weapons steadily and dared not move at all. Except for those around the Sword Master, everyone felt as if they had one foot on the outside of the abyss.
No one dared to speak anymore, and everyone watched in cold sweat as the group of people disappeared at the door.
“Pah…”
Archbishop Shadoman slumped down in his chair, and then his heart skipped a beat again.
“Crack…Crack…”
The crystal in his hand shattered.
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