The Pope's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected his thoughts to be seen through so easily. He waved his hand to stop the cardinals and saints. "You are the backbone of the Vatican. If you die, the Vatican will truly decline. Therefore, sacrificing me to eliminate evil and save your lives is the best choice now."
Wang Han: "When faced with my dog, you chose to run away. Now that you know you're doomed, you choose to sacrifice yourself. You're quite self-aware."
"Since you know I'm preparing for the descent of angels, you still dare to give me this opportunity. I must say you're quite confident," the Pope retorted.
“Your Holiness, the Holy See cannot do without you. Let me take over,” the saintess said, already reciting scriptures.
"Children shouldn't interrupt when adults are talking," Wang Han glared at the Holy Maiden.
Upon being glared at by Wang Han's bloodshot eyes, the Holy Maiden immediately rolled her eyes back and fainted to the ground.
'...' The Pope. He actually wanted the Holy Maiden to take his place.
“Go on, I’d like to see for myself whether the angel you’re talking about is really a bird-man with wings, just like the rumors say.”
"You will see it, and you will regret it, because the Archangel will be descending," the Pope said. He had completed his preparations. Behind him, in the void, a two-meter-wide spatial passage suddenly opened, and a beam of white light shone down. In the white light, a figure with a pair of white wings on its back gradually emerged from the spatial passage.
"It's the Archangel." As the angel gradually appeared, both the werewolf king and the vampire prince couldn't help but feel afraid.
"You're the one who'll regret it," Wang Han said with a smile, looking at the angel who had appeared, a spear that had materialized in his hand.
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