"Blasphemy?"
Saint Messiah III's pale white eyes stared fixedly at the heretical Chief Inquisitor, Saint Arbiter Yorgensen, who had drawn his sword and pointed it at him. Then, his gaze swept over the varied expressions of the other Archbishops. A trace of pity flashed across Saint Messiah III's face before turning entirely into indifference.
"All that I do shall endure forever, with nothing added and nothing taken away."
"The one committing blasphemy is not me, but you!"
With that, the young Pope actually turned around, presenting his back to the furious Yorgensen. He released the Scepter symbolizing the Pope and reached directly for the pure Holy Grail on the Altar, which held the light.
"Enough! This ends now! Blasphemous heretic!"
Seeing that the Pope remained stubborn, Saint Arbiter Yorgensen thrust his sword forward. Terrifying Rule Power coiled around the blade, as though it had formed some fated connection with the Pope—like the Holy Sword from myths and legends that pierced through demons.
This Sudden Change was likewise displayed before countless spectators. Many believers were greatly shocked, their devout prayers involuntarily pausing as the ongoing tide of Faith Power immediately weakened.
Faced with Yorgensen's attack, the Pope did not move at all, allowing the blade to stab into the center of his back.
Clang—
Yet, to everyone's surprise, when the sword's edge came into contact with the Pope's body, it gave off an incomparably crisp sound, like the sacred chime of Angels.
At the same time, the thorned sword in Yorgensen's hand seemed to have suffered God's Punishment. From its tip to its body, it snapped and shattered piece by piece, turning into glimmering specks of metal dust.
"What?!"
The Archbishops who had made their move were all stunned. Saint Arbiter Yorgensen had not held back just now. Had the Pope's