Pope Malti's eyes flashed with an odd light, and he slowly nodded, but he still did not move, his hand emitting Holy Light at a faster frequency than before. He realized that the six Constellation Guardians, led by Mephisto, had increased their attack frequency considerably, reaching their limit of endurance.
"Pope, hurry! Otherwise, it will be too late," the mysterious woman suddenly felt an inexplicable crisis approaching and shouted urgently.
Pope Malti frowned and said, "Miss, you must understand that the ones I am fighting are six Constellation Guardians from Greece. Haven't you noticed that their attacks are already at full strength? Under such an onslaught, how could I possibly defeat them easily? Though I am the spokesperson of God on Earth, I am not God."
