"Ha ha, what about me? Did I say something wrong? Open your eyes wide and take a good look, this is the pope you worship as a god, pulling and tugging with a man, it's truly shameless!" The hunched man seemed unsatisfied with the impact of his words on the pope and continued to twist the knife.
Sure enough, the pope was once again angered and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Struggling to break free from Wang Dadong's grip, she let out a cry and charged at the hunched man.
"God of Light, please heed my prayer, grant your mercy upon the world, use your holy power to cleanse the wicked... Please bestow upon me the divine sword to slay evil, the Sword of Light!"
Countless powers of faith gathered in the pope's hands, forming a radiant battle sword.
"This is... the Sword of Light, how wonderful, His Holiness the Pope has summoned the Sword of Light, we're saved!"
At this sight, all the clergy revealed expressions of ecstatic joy.
