Once they realized something was wrong, it was already too late to stop it. Fallen angels did not care who had summoned them.
Seeing these detestable clergy before them, they simply followed their instincts and chose slaughter.
The cardinal who had first recognized the "Fallen Angels" had fled immediately. The clergy whose reactions had been a step too slow had already become souls beneath the Fallen Angels' swords.
"Slaughter." Unrestrained "slaughter." These newly fallen angels seemed possessed, acting entirely on instinct.
Bishop Solon, who had narrowly escaped with his life, hurriedly ordered the guards on the Sacred Light Mountain to move out and exterminate the Fallen Angels.
Unfortunately, it was still too late. The angels the Church had summoned at great cost had never been weak to begin with, and after falling, their combat power had only grown stronger.
The guards stationed outside were routed in an instant. The slaughter spread outward from the altar, and the largely undefended Sacred Light Mountain could not stop it at all.
Perhaps because the methods used for their descent were too cruel and had accumulated too much resentment, angels were no longer pure and flawless upon arriving. Falling was nothing new.
However, those hidden dangers normally erupted only after the angels had descended and engaged in prolonged slaughter.
A mass fall on the very first day of their descent like this had never happened before.
Recalling the process of summoning the angels just now, Bishop Solon's expression changed drastically.
Clearly, someone had tampered with the summoning process, causing this farce.
Knowing was one thing, but as the person in charge of the angels' descent, Bishop Solon could not say anything right now.
An unsolved case was still better than having the blame fall on him. Once the charge of "blasphemy" was involved, anyone