"Archbishop Chris, when I first arrived, you were taunting that young guy. It's really unfortunate that you're about to die."
The spectral figure sneered coldly.
The figure, referred to as the Pope, was dressed in a purplish-black robe and wore a jet-black hat.
His face was emaciated, with a fierce and terrifying expression.
There was a very distinct scar over his eyes, incredibly eerie.
At this moment.
He coldly glared at Archbishop Chris, who was holding the Flame scepter, and said in a chilling voice, "Well, Archbishop Chris, once you're dead, I'll annihilate the entire Church Court."
"That... wretched Pope, is it not inappropriate for you to act so arrogantly here with me?"
Suddenly, a disdainful, mocking voice resounded.
"Bastard!"
Archbishop Chris was stung and rebuked fiercely.
"Hmm?"
The Pope showed a look of confusion.
His curious gaze was drawn toward that scornful voice.
"Who are you?"
The Pope's eyes were icy as he asked.
"The one who will kill you."
