Taking a deep breath, the archbishop stepped forward and then raised the scepter in his hand.
"Never grant anyone special privileges because of their identity... unless it is granted by the Lord himself."
Sacred power surged, and the scepter pointed forward.
Before exerting his true methods, he had to first test the strength of these evil creatures.
Only by annihilating them here could he continue to hunt down the wizard who had committed such grave sins.
After all, according to church scriptures, the existence of evil beings was repulsed by all things, and only at the moment of a successful ritual could their power be channeled into the present world.
Even if the images of the past were severed by demonic power, the identity of the person who conducted the ritual could still be investigated.
"Death—"
[Ten Rings Divine Skill·Decree·Death]!
In an ancient and inscrutable voice, the archbishop uttered words that ordinary people could hardly comprehend.
