Biddle watched the strange pattern approach. He wanted to dodge, but the peculiar spiritual fluctuations contained within it left him unable to make any movement.
He wanted to shout, yet he could not even open his mouth.
A sense of powerlessness rose within President Biddle. Ever since becoming Federal President, his belief that he could look down on everything had become an illusion in the face of an absolutely powerful enemy.
Just as the strange pattern was about to enter President Biddle's body, a hand appeared and seized it.
The owner of that hand was naturally David. The strange pattern was wrapped in demigod-level energy and could not break free from his grasp.
"Who are you?" Archbishop Jote's expression changed. To casually grab a divine spell in one's hand—such strength was not something the Interstellar Federation should possess.
"Secretary Janet, make sure the camera isn't tilted. The video you're recording is diplomatic evidence!" David ignored Archbishop Jote's question and turned to instruct Secretary Janet.
Secretary Janet nodded vigorously, readjusting the camera on her shoulder toward the target.
"Seize him!" Archbishop Jote turned and ordered the two level-five priests.
Archbishop Jote understood one thing: they could only tear away all pretenses now. They had to take action and control everyone from the Interstellar Federation, then use divine spells to cover up the incident.
If his actions spread, his position as archbishop would likely be finished. At that point, it would not merely be that the War God Temple could no longer tolerate Archbishop Jote—God's Great World as a whole would be unable to tolerate someone like him.
Everything needed rules, and diplomacy between two great worlds was no exception.
If God's Great World used its overwhelming power during a high-level meeting to forcibly control the Interstellar Federation's leadership, would the Interstellar