Douglas heard the sounds of battle rising from outside The Holy See and couldn't help but be intoxicated, his expression full of satisfaction.
"Pope, listen to that, such pleasing sounds of slaughter. After the sun rises, The Holy See will be completely destroyed, and the Dark Council will be reborn under the sunshine."
"Imagine how wonderful it will be. A bright world, yet shrouded in darkness, tsk tsk, Pope, you will be the sinner of The Holy See, while I, Douglas, will be the greatest chairman in the history of the Dark Council!"
Douglas was intoxicated, fantasizing about the things after victory, while the Pope on the opposite side had a solemn face. He took a deep breath, "Douglas, you're thinking too simply."
Having said that, the Pope's body slowly floated into the air, his arms suddenly raised, and then, a divine light burst out from behind him in the great hall of The Holy See, directly entering the Pope's body.
"No good! Stop him! Quick!"
