Real world.
Arena.
The Pope had just finished sketching the last rune, and casually took out a cup of fine wine from the Void, gently sipping it.
"To kill you, using your head as a sacrifice for the National Foundation Ceremony tomorrow morning..."
"Would this provoke the Fu Xi Empire?"
"No matter, the Divine General will protect everything, if they want to use nuclear weapons, then let humanity perish."
The Pope muttered.
He sipped his wine while thinking through the entire plan.
His actions would greatly please the Divine spirits.
In light of his many outstanding achievements, in light of his blood and sweat for the Holy Sect, the Divine should resurrect her.
After all, God had promised him personally.
The Pope, lost in thought, outright moved a chair to sit down, quietly waiting for Wu Xiaode's return.
Time slowly passed.
At a certain moment.
Slight invisible ripples appeared in the Void.
"He's coming back… It's really exciting."
