"You're prepared to die?" The Pope's eyes were indifferent, his expression calm. even so, you're alone. At most, you'll have a fallen angel and a Blood Knight. What can you do? "
you have indeed fallen. Are you the evil god or Gulli Benedict now? "
What Knights believed in and protected was the Dao in their hearts. One could give up everything for it, regardless of strength or victory. This had the same meaning as the spirit of 'even if there are ten thousand people, I will still advance'.
"Is it important?" The Pope asked.
Yes, it didn't matter. Whether it was the evil god or the Pope, they had all fallen.
Without further ado, Grimm Adolf pounced over with his palms condensed with Qi. The Pope's sleeves flapped, revealing his withered hands, and met his palm.
The Pope's two wide sleeves turned into dust, and the Qi that exploded from their palms was not in the shape of ripples, but a dense wave of water, with a powerful vibration.
