Anthony, desperately screaming for help, swung his staff and hit a Holy Spirit Angel on the head. The powerful hit knocked down this towering angel who was about one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, indented a large portion of his face.
He hooked the tail of his staff upwards, blocking a slash from another spirit. As the head of his staff went downwards, it struck forcefully on the instep, causing the creature to lose balance.
Anthony shouted, "Help me, Your Grace!" He jabbed his shoulder into the angel's chest, sending it flying.
The humans around were clueless about why these holy spirits suddenly went berserk, attacking Lord Bishop for no apparent reason. For a moment, they were at a loss, not knowing who to support.
This was a routine prayer walk, where devout followers walked the streets, lighting candles or carrying Holy Light, slowly stepping down the main road, continuously singing praises for the gods.
