Sorry, I've Never Knelt Before.

The pope, dressed in luxurious robes, spoke with an arrogant expression. From the look on his face, granting Colin and the others who had once offended him the chance to serve him was an unsurpassed gift!

But Colin was nearly angered into laughter.

"Sorry, but I've never planned to kneel for anyone in this life."

As he spoke, he raised his sword of light and smashed it down at the hunched old man before him.

Right from the start, he attacked with all his strength.

Colin held no trace of contempt for this short, seemingly frail old man, whose luxurious robes even trailed across the floor.

And just as he had expected, the old man expressionlessly raised the golden sword in his hand and blocked the attack.

Then, with a forceful shake, arcane magic in the forms of lightning, flames, lasers, thorns, and more manifested in the air at once and surged toward Colin.

"Heh."

Colin leaped backward, erecting layer upon layer of barriers that blocked the attacks.

At the same time, he left behind several high-yield explosives.

With a thunderous boom, the entire hall shook. Yet several "thorns" stretched out from the dense smoke and, in an instant, neutralized all the impact.

"'Damage Transfer' can be used like that?"

Colin was astonished. He could sense that the blast wave from the explosion had been transferred elsewhere through some method.

The method differed slightly from that of the Holy Chrism Army, but its essence was extremely similar.

"It seems you have chosen the most blasphemous path. Your deeds shall never be forgiven. You have committed the gravest sins against the Miracle and the Church, and I... I shall end you here."

"I have already sent my knights to crusade against and deal with your fellow countrymen. And you, before long,