Velin did not even glance at the two metal puppets. He raised Anansi's Sword and charged straight at the white-haired old man.
The Life Knight and the Death Knight raised their hands and clenched them simultaneously.
In an instant, the two metal puppets shielding the white-haired old man, each capable of matching several Ninth Rank professionals, were crushed. Their fragments scattered across the ground.
A flicker of horror crossed the white-haired old man's eyes. Then he raised his staff and unfurled a hemispherical barrier.
Anansi's Sword descended and struck the barrier.
An immense surge of mana erupted outward, reducing the surroundings to rubble.
The white-haired old man retreated several hundred meters before steadying himself. When he looked up again, he began to take the enemy before him seriously.
This scepter had been left behind by the previous Pope, who had led the Holy Blood Church before the Twilight of the Gods. Inscribed with three laws, it was the sacred-grade weapon closest to a divine artifact in the church's possession.
And that Pope had also been his father.
In the dozen or so years since inheriting this scepter, he had used it to suppress many archbishops harboring disloyal intentions.
Of all living beings, he knew best how much power this scepter could withstand.
Standing atop the rubble, Velin looked up at the white-haired old man in the distance. A hint of surprise appeared on his face as well.
He knew very well how powerful Anansi's Sword, the Sky Sword, was.
Back before Kyle had reached the Legendary realm, he had wielded this sword against legendary demons, easily slicing through their bodies and shattering the defenses formed by the laws they commanded.
Yet this old man had blocked it. That could only mean the old bastard had something valuable hidden on him.