For a long while, his gaze fell upon the War Priest Bishop.
This troop of petitioners still lacked a powerful brain capable of processing and transmitting commands.
Thinking of this, a subtle smile appeared on the lips of the Divine Favored of the Winged People.
A moment later...
The light had disappeared from the eyes of the War Priest Bishop. His expression was so deranged, and he shouted the doctrine of the Goddess he believed in loudly.
He had been made into a petitioner.
Beside him, Marquis Gransham was drenched in cold sweat. When he saw the gaze of the Divine Favored of the Winged People turn toward him, he almost turned to flee.
However, the Divine Favored of the Winged People shook his head and said, "Don't worry, you have made great contributions to the Holy Briania, you are not like them."
Marquis Gransham barely nodded, suppressing the heartbeat that seemed about to leap out of his chest.
Soon, calm was restored at the scene.
At this moment, the night was deep.
