Charles lifted his head and looked up as the Pope, clad in a splendid gold and white robe, slowly floated down from above.
He also noticed the oval-shaped Floating Airship behind the Church, its airbag almost touching the dome, marked with the giant triangular symbol of the Light God Sect.
A dozen or so airships formed a neat column. Judging by the ropes dangling from below, they had transported those massive steel towers.
How has the Light God Sect's technology advanced so suddenly? Charles wondered, his brow furrowed.
"Charles, it is very impolite to be distracted when talking to an elderly person," a slightly displeased voice said, drawing Charles's attention back to the Pope in front of him.
"Thank you for the help," Charles said, grateful to the Pope. Although he could never fully understand the old man, he knew he had just saved his life.
"Who is this? A friend of yours?" the Pope asked curiously, looking at Shanshan, who held Charles with its tentacles.
