The Pope buried his head deep into the ground, his hoarse voice fervently recounting the blasphemer's crimes.
After he finished.
A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the entire hall.
Then, the divine light atop the altar erupted in blazing brilliance. The pillar of light piercing heaven and earth rippled slightly as a majestic figure slowly stepped out from within.
With a single step, he appeared before the Pope and the prostrate archbishops.
Endless radiance still shrouded his body, making it impossible to discern his features.
"Trash."
A deep voice rang out, carrying disappointment.
The god did not even look at the Pope. He merely waved a hand casually.
In an instant, scenes from the Pope's memories were forcibly extracted like strips of film and projected into the air, flashing past at high speed.
The Church's glory, its internal power struggles, and its dealings with various factions.
When the images involving Treasure Island and Wu Heng appeared, the flashing abruptly slowed. Every event was replayed and scrutinized in detail.
Then, the images accelerated again until content related to the Association appeared, at which point they noticeably slowed once more.
When all the memory scenes receded like a tide, that indifferent gaze finally fell upon the Pope, who was nearly collapsing to the floor.
"The Association? Wu Heng? You allowed the Church to decline to such a state?"
The god's voice remained calm, though it now carried anger.
Rather than being angry over the losses Wu Heng had caused the Church, he was more enraged that a mortal force had dared to rise above the Church and challenge divine majesty.
And had continued doing so for centuries.
The overwhelming Divine Might suddenly intensified, crashing down like an invisible mountain!
"Urgh—!"
The Pope let out a pained grunt as his body abruptly sank. The