In life, polished by devout faith and Holy Light, and after death adorned with gemstones by the clergy of the same sect, ancient cathedrals often enshrine such existence.
The team emerging from this new sect was in possession of Clemence, one of the twelve Saints from a millennium ago.
If Saint Mr. Byron had not embarked on the forbidden path, he would likely have received the same treatment upon dying of old age or dying in battle.
Of course, Byron did not feel any regret.
The Night Watch walked to the edge of the city, where the leading Fourth Order Bishop stopped.
Because ahead lay the territory of the Orthodox Church.
Although both sides had an agreement to not harm medical personnel and Night Watch, they themselves would not start trouble by venturing into the enemy territory.
"Turn back."
The Bishop had just ordered this, when suddenly from the mist ahead came a piercing scream:
"Ah—! Heretics are seizing the sacred artifacts, quickly send a signal for reinforcements!"
