"Really? And what about the other God?"
Swan's words made Charles's heart sink with a sense of unease. What God? Wasn't he a proponent of science? Could he have delved into some strange, divine faiths?
"Yes, I admit it. Your God has granted you mighty powers," Swan continued. "I've run the calculations many times. No matter what I do, I can't defeat you. You're just too strong. But..."
He turned and pressed a button on the control panel. The circular black-and-white screen, set among various rotating gears, flickered rapidly, displaying the cooled black lava that covered British Island. These long and short black marks spread across the entire island, forming a bizarre Array filled with an unholy aura.
"But I've already said you'll all die today! None of you will escape! Hahaha!!"
A trace of displeasure flickered across the Pope's face. A nearby steam pipe suddenly buckled and, amidst a burst of white steam, stabbed directly into Swan's chest.
