"No! I can't do it!"
The archbishop stumbled back, the hem of his cassock trembling.
"That is His Holiness the Pope, the representative of the Great Red Dragon in the world!"
"How can we use magic that kills the enemy to target the highest faith we are loyal to?"
In his palm, the magic power condensed at his fingertips flickered, just like his wavering will.
The other archbishop was now attacking with all his might, and was barely able to match the Pope's efforts.
In other words, as long as another archbishop joined in, they could easily defeat the Pope.
But when he heard the words of the archbishop who had just spoken, he felt the blood pressure in his skull rising.
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
"He's trying to kill you!"
"What agent?! After the ceremony is completed, the 'Great Red Dragon' will come in person. You should be loyal to that master, not this old guy!"
"Go ahead, idiot!"
The archbishop who was casting the spell was now sweating profusely, and his robes were swinging like crazy.
But the other archbishop's expression was even more distorted.
He first looked at the side of his robe, where the seal of the Rose Order engraved was being heated by the two magics.
"For twenty years, I suffered in the Holy Land."
"At that time, it was the archbishop, the pope, who pulled me up."
The archbishop he was referring to was the young Pope.
Then, he continued.
"I knelt on the ground, kissed his toes, and swore allegiance to him until death.
"I can't... and I mustn't..."
The other archbishop's voice became even more furious at this time. He wanted to tear this cowardly guy into pieces, and his eyes almost spit fire.
"You stupid pig!"
"Open your eyes and look! That madman is going to use forbidden techniques to drain the life out of us!"
"We will all die. That's not faith at all. He wants to use us!"
"Don't you understand? He has gone mad and has lost all reason!"
"Hurry up! As long as I become the Pope, you will be able to become the supreme archbishop of the Rosary Cult!"
"Do it! Ah——"
The archbishop who was speaking suddenly cried out in pain, because the Pope's withered hands were tearing at the bloody bands of light extending from the hearts of the two archbishops.
And every time the Pope pulled out an inch, their faces aged a little.
The archbishop who had spoken just now found that his magic power was completely unable to stop the other party.
Even though the Pope has only weak magical powers, he can still gain the upper hand.
This was because he could sacrifice his life in exchange for magical power. That was his unique skill, a secret that other archbishops could not learn.
When the archbishop saw the Pope's body suddenly become bony, he knew that the Pope was going to kill them.
So, after the Pope pulled out an inch of the blood-colored light band, the wrinkles on his face immediately deepened, and even his magic power immediately weakened.
The Pope's skinny body suddenly became plump.
"Get started!"
"If this continues, his magic power will become stronger and stronger, and we will all die here!"
"What the hell are you hesitating about?! Get started!"
The archbishop who was casting magic vomited blood. It was because of anger, but also because of the extreme consumption of magic power and the fatigue accumulated from the previous ritual.
"No, we can't do this. At least, I can't do this!"
"This! This is the glory of martyrdom!"
"Since the bishop wants my life, let him take it!"
"After I die, I will be reborn as a servant of the 'Great Red Dragon' and become a powerful and immortal being!"
"Give up your resistance too. Stop struggling—"
The archbishop, who was casting his magic power, looked in a trance at the back of his hand which was covered with age spots.
He thought of the teachings of the Order of the Rosary, and the words about "dedicating oneself to the faith" surged in his mind.
Obviously, the archbishop next to him was a devout believer, completely different from him, the archbishop who wanted to become the Pope.
They are not in the same boat at all.
He could only watch the other person come to stop him, and watch both the other person and his own skin age faster.
"glory?"
"You call this glory?!"
“Hahahahahahahahaha!”
The archbishop who was casting magic laughed helplessly, and then his jaw muscles bulged suddenly and his teeth made a few "click" sounds.
Apparently, the words of the "pious" archbishop had driven him almost crazy.
With a loud "boom", the archbishop burst out with even more powerful magical power, and at the same time, blood spurted out of his five orifices almost simultaneously.
"This is your last chance!"
"Either, help me interrupt the ritual, or we become mummies together!"
The archbishop who cast the spell risked everything he had, including his life.
He no longer cared whether he would become disabled after it was over, because the most important thing now was to survive.
But unfortunately, the person next to him is a "devout believer" who regards life as dust.
But the other archbishop's gaze became more determined. He even pressed close to the archbishop who was casting his magic power, trying to break his arm off to stop him from casting his magic power.
“Hahahahahahahaha!”
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