One sword strike!
Just one sword strike!
It had casually shattered the ultimate defensive barrier—one that gathered a thousand years of the Church Court's faith and was jointly maintained by the Pope and the Great Shepherd Leader—and grievously wounded the two supreme leaders of the Continent's faith!
What terrifying and unbelievable power this was!
All the onlookers—be they Kings, Dukes, Legendary Knights, and high-ranking Imperial ministers, or just ordinary Knights and Priests—once again felt a chill shoot up their spines.
Murphy's phantom seemed completely oblivious to the miserable sight of Pope Ete I and the Great Shepherd Leader vomiting blood. He held the small sword, its brilliance now subdued, and his calm gaze once more fell upon the dying Pope Ete I, who was being supported by others:
"Then, Holy Throne Ete I, please relinquish your crown and authority."
Pope Ete I struggled to raise his head, his gaze meeting Murphy's in mid-air.
