All Sin Archbishops Re Zero Novels & Stories

Many nobles had already gathered inside. How amusing. These days I was practically a celebrity. Every move I made had become public entertainment. A few moments later, a side door opened. The entire hall fell silent. Everyone rose to their feet. An elderly man dressed in white-and-gold robes entered the chamber. His hair was completely white, yet his posture remained straight. Archbishop Alaric Voss. The highest authority of the Holy Church of Valerion. Alaric struck the floor once with his silver staff. "Today, we gather under the Light."

"You look like a million-dollar inheritance. Let them stare. It keeps them focused on your face and off the hidden gear." I smoothed my hand over his sleeve, playing the part of the devoted, high-society partner. "Are you sure the Archbishop is even here?" "He's here," Enzo replied smoothly, guiding me through the sea of silk and tailored wool toward the VIP mezzanine. "A man like Archbishop Laurent doesn't miss a humanitarian gala. It's where he collects his blood money under the guise of orphan relief."

Carmen joined him and finished off her work. Alex was busy recruiting more men to become warrior's. There existed a church in Gishon,they called The Zion. It was tall in structure, and had more than four hundred congregates. The Zion consisted of twenty five priest's ,all of them virgins and completely devoted to God. The church was located two hundred metres south from the royal palace and had been in existence for fifty years. Father Jonathan was the archbishop in the Zion church. He was responsible for the operation of the church. He also had prophetic power's. The church held secret meetings in the evenings with other prophets working out ways to reduce the evil that was lurking in the c

Andrew laughed coldly and retorted sarcastically, "Archangel, what you really mean is that you're afraid I'll continue growing stronger and threaten the Cathedral, right? It's common knowledge that holy light can only be wielded by faithful believers. But now, for me, it's a piece of cake! "This is something even your Pope probably can't figure out, much less you. But you were taught by the Pope and follow one principle: anything you don't understand, anything unfamiliar, must be eliminated. After all, for the Lomuia Grand Cathedral folks, no threat can be allowed to exist, even if that threat isn't actually evil. You don't care about that, do you?"

James threatened coldly. Fear arose in the Archbishop’s heart. The Archbishop was a strong man and was ranked thirty-second in the Global Elysian Ranking. The Elysian Ranking was the powerhouses’ leaderboard in the world. Since he was ranked thirty-two on the Global Elysian Ranking, it meant only thirty-two could defeat him. However, faced with this ancient martial artist from Sol, he did not want to fight back. If the ancient martial artists from Sol intended to kill him, he would already be a corpse.

She curiously asked. Shirley beamed in excitement, "This was the most exciting part! The Pope that led the Church of Larin were all the descendants of the Goddess Larin herself! Hence, they were known to be the highest beings on the continent! The Popes of every generation were revered as gods. Only the Saint Archmages could match them! Moreover, it was also known that whenever the Popes led the battle of the devils, the devils would thoroughly avoid them as they couldn't withstand the divine power." Minerva was astonished by every word that Shirley said. She didn't know that these existed in here!

The architect didn’t answer immediately. The distorted voice continued. “We built the foundation you corrupted.” Kane stepped forward. “You forfeited control decades ago.” “Control?” the voice echoed with amusement. “We never wanted control.” The black crest shifted. Displaying a countdown. 02:59. Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “That’s not decorative.” “What happens at zero?” Cassius demanded. The architect’s voice lowered. “Full network reclamation.” I looked directly at the architect. “Define reclamation.” “Authority reset,” they replied.

Will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of the Dahmatra, the supernaturals; the Vampires, the werewolves, the witches and wizards, the Kanays and Banshees and of your Possessions and the other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs? I say: I solemnly promise so to do. The Archbishop: Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements? I respond: I will. The Archbishop: Will you to the utmost of your power maintain the Laws of Coven and the true profession of the land? Will you to the utmost of your power maintain in the Dahmatra the Protestant Reformed Religion established

Before Sinora could open her mouth to speak, he briskly turned and walked out of the church. Sinora turned to look at his best man, confused and unsure of what to do. What mattered to her most now was an explanation. Was this some sort of joke? She watched the best man pull out a briefcase, open it and inside were stacks of dollar notes. Sinora’s eyes widened as he pulled out three bundles and handed it to the priest. "The Big Boss appreciates your service." He said and the priest nodded. "The church is always happy to help." The priest replied. Sinora still could not understand what was going on. Was the Priest a part of the underworld too? The church?