The sudden encounter in front of the Ark of the Sacred Covenant caught Willie and the others off guard. The same happened to Hao Ren. After a shouting match, Hao Ren stared dead at the robed old man next to Willie, and the black sword in his hand.
The demonization of the old man turned heads with his two-meter-tall body, solid muscles, and beltfish tattoo, which was a magic pattern. Master Anthony, who had always bared his upper arms, was the only one who could match the old man's tendon. But what caught Hao Ren's attention was the weapon in the old man's hand.
The sword that looked like a cosmic fragment and had light spots, which shifted in the darkness, seemed somewhat familiar—it was the Godslayer!
"This is your pope?" Hao Ren asked when Calaxus' voice jolted him out of his stupor.
"Your Holiness Pope Auguste VII," Calaxus said. "My teacher, how did you become like this?"
