"Your Holiness, it's time for you to rest."
Two people dressed in gorgeous red robes supported the staggering old man. They were the two bishops of the Order of the Rosary.
They looked at the old man, their voices trembling.
"The 'Eternal Power' and the ritual to awaken the Holy Egyptian God have already consumed 90% of your mana. If this continues..."
"Your body will be greatly damaged by the lack of magic!"
The Pope's skinny fingers tightly grasped the arms of the two archbishops. Although he was weak, there was a ruthlessness in his eyes.
His cloudy eyes reflected the raging sandstorm in the distance, and his cracked lips moved up and down: "No! I... must watch that Holy Pharaoh pay the price for this..."
"He actually broke through the outer city in half a day, forcing the Hebrew Empire and the Rose Church to this point..."
At this moment, the archbishop cried out in surprise and supported the pope who suddenly staggered. The cuffs of his robe were soaked with cold sweat.
"My Lord!"
"That ancient god is wreaking havoc in the outer city. Unless the Holy Pharaoh summons a god to fight against him, there is no other way."
"You can rest assured. The Holy Egyptian Alliance will not be able to break through the inner city of Jerusalem tonight!"
The Pope did not respond, but continued to stare at the scene in the distance.
At this moment, a few drops of red liquid fell from his nostrils and landed on the ground with a "patter".
"My lord! The magic is counterattacking!"
The cardinal knelt down almost pleadingly: "Please go and rest first, even if it's just to recover some of your magic power..."
The Pope suddenly shouted: "Shut up!"
"The other party is the Holy Pharaoh!"
"Unless I see Holy Egypt summon at least one god, I will never leave here!"
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