Countless people felt as though their faith was about to collapse. The heretic had actually won. A heretic who ought to have gone to hell had actually defeated the Pope, who was like a god in their hearts.
At that moment, their entire worldview crumbled, and even their faith wavered. Though the Pope was not a god, in this world where no god had ever clearly revealed themselves, he was God's representative, God's incarnation.
Now even God's representative and incarnation had suffered such a crushing defeat. It was utterly unimaginable.
The Pope's body fell directly into the Vatican, already devoid of breath.
After exhausting his life force, he had breathed his last. The golden light of faith that had gathered in the sky instantly shattered, turning into a rain of light that fell from above. Everyone with illnesses in their bodies was healed beneath that rain of light.
But the entire city had now fallen into panic and grief. Who still had the mind to notice such a trivial matter?
They mourned the Pope's passing, yet they were equally terrified that Ye Xiwen would begin a massacre. In their eyes, Ye Xiwen had undoubtedly become Demon Satan, the most terrifying demon from hell. His dreadful demonic might had driven everyone into despair.
Had God truly abandoned us, his most devout believers?
Yet the one thing that reassured them was that Ye Xiwen did not take the opportunity to storm the Vatican. Instead, he turned and left.
As far as Ye Xiwen was concerned, he was no crazed murderer. Having gone this far was enough. He had said that the Church would face a great calamity. Now that the Pope had fallen, it could be considered retribution fulfilled.
But for the Church, their troubles went far beyond this. Ye Xiwen had