Standing at the head of the enormous canyon, he looked through the straight trail of destruction at the city in the distance, already cleaved apart.
The Pope, as the one who had struck, wore an expression of shock as well.
Because even he had not known that the weapon in his hand could unleash such terrifying power even in his grasp...
Before this,
he had merely wanted to give the enemy a powerful blow as a pre-battle deterrent, while also boosting morale.
He had never imagined that this strike, which had been more symbolic than anything else, would nearly level the enemy...
It had to be said,
the result was truly somewhat beyond expectations.
It also made him instinctively feel awe in his heart for the Scarlet King's power...
And if even he, the instigator, was so shocked, there was naturally no need to mention everyone else.
Those troops who had long since sharpened their blades and prepared to show their prowess looked at the enemy in the distance, who appeared to be finished.
One after another,
their faces showed both shock and hesitation.
Even their movements carried a strange sense of being at a loss.
Clearly, seeing that the enemy was most likely already resting in peace beneath the earth, they were beginning to wonder whether this war even needed them...
After all,
judging by the way their Pope could still swing several more swords,
he could solo the entire city across from them in mere minutes...
Was I here to watch? Or to cheer them on?
For a time,
many warriors who had long held the thought of even death in this battle would be glorious were deeply shaken and fell silent...
Only after quite a while did the Pope pull himself free from the shock of his