The entire cathedral fell silent.
The pope still had his eyes closed, as though asleep.
Seeing this, High Archbishop Kael unhurriedly straightened his pristine white cuffs.
"Denied."
"Astral Teleportation is the highest mystery bestowed upon our race by the gods. Every use consumes vast quantities of precious materials, and its risks are beyond measure."
"What if we summon not allies, but another pack of demons?"
"Can you Elves bear that responsibility?"
He swept his condescending gaze over everyone before finally resting it on Lin Mo, his contempt plain to see.
"Besides, would we pay such a price for a band of feeble allies like these?"
"Forgive my bluntness, but this is drinking poison to quench your thirst. It is utter folly!"
"We of the Holy Human Race would rather fight to the last beneath the Holy Light than entrust Terra's fate to a group of mortals!"
Those words were tantamount to a death sentence.
Fendona's eyes instantly reddened, and her body trembled slightly.
Elder Muyu was so angry that his beard bristled, his face ashen.
Just then,
"Heh."
A thoroughly ill-timed chuckle broke the silence.
Everyone abruptly turned toward its source.
It was Lin Mo.
The arrogance on High Archbishop Kael's face froze, and his brows knotted.
"Outlander, are you mocking me?"
The corners of Lin Mo's mouth lifted.
"No, no, no."
"How would I dare mock someone as exalted as you, my lord?"
Yet there was not a trace of respect on his face.
"Insolence!" Kael roared.
"Don't lose your temper just yet, my lord. May I ask your name?" Lin Mo smiled faintly.
High Archbishop Kael snorted coldly.
"You may address me as High Archbishop Kael."
"Very well, Your Eminence, High Archbishop Kael." Lin Mo nodded.
"I respect every race on Terra, and I respect your faith as