Chapter 187: The Golden Cataclysm
High Pontiff Benedict knelt on the polished marble floor of the grand cathedral.
He pressed his trembling hands together in desperate prayer. The massive Level 100 Absolute Divine Shield hummed with immense golden energy outside the cathedral walls.
It enveloped the entire Holy Capital in a perfect impenetrable dome. The Pope knew the goblin armada was lurking in the ocean. He knew his Vanguard Inquisitor was dead. But he felt entirely safe behind the absolute threshold of mortal magic.
Then the cataclysmic sound shattered the atmosphere.
The invisible planetary ceiling violently cracked. The deafening noise ripped through the Holy Capital. The magnificent stained glass windows of the grand cathedral exploded inward.
Thousands of sharp colorful shards rained down upon the kneeling priests.
Benedict looked up at the fractured sky in pure unadulterated horror.
