Seeing the Pope's actions, Havman was stunned inside the command center. "What is the Pope trying to do?"
"I don't know..." A high-ranking Bishop was equally bewildered. "The Pope had been studying the changes in the Holy Scripture's sacred image. He should have been in the Sacred Chamber..."
By then, the Pope had already stepped out of the pillar of light. His face held a calm, peaceful expression as he walked toward the distant radiance one step at a time, as though he were an ordinary old man taking a stroll after dinner. The charging light from the black warship and the radiance of Hodius Fortress's great shield cast a layer of brilliance over him, while the air currents stirred up by the explosions high above made his coarse robe billow wildly. The Pope lowered his head and looked at the Holy Scripture in his hand, then let out a long sigh. "So that's how it is."
Then his figure transformed into a streak of light and shot straight toward the black ship.
A series of startled cries immediately rang out across Hodius Floating City.
Though it was only a tiny human charging toward it, the black ship seemed to sense some special threat. Layer upon layer of electric arcs suddenly spread across its surface, trying to stop the old man charging straight at it. The protective divine arts around the Pope kept shattering and reforming under the lashes of the electric arcs. His speed slowed, but his advance never stopped. In the end, he was almost close enough to touch the black ship's hull, but his speed had also been suppressed until he could barely inch forward.
Yet even under such circumstances, the old man's figure did not waver in the slightest. He still wore a calm expression as