Facing the aggressive Sword Crane, the Pope's eyes gleamed with golden light.
"God-Piercing Eye."
This was a closely guarded secret of the church.
It could see through the essence of all things.
Yet when he looked at Sword Crane, he saw only a hazy shadow.
"Your Holiness?"
Several Five-Star Generals gathered around and asked curiously, "How was it?"
"I couldn't see through him."
The Pope smiled bitterly.
There were only two possibilities for someone the God-Piercing Eye could not see through.
Either they were like White Garment, so powerful that no one could peer into them.
Or they... should not belong to the mortal world at all.
Whichever of the two it was, they would be troublesome to deal with.
"Pope..." White Garment spread his hands casually. "You're getting on in years. How about I fight you with just one hand?"
"Ah..."
The Pope shook his head helplessly, his smooth, aged face full of bitterness.
Even with eight of them fighting White Garment, they had needed to be prepared to die.
Now Sword Crane had made a forceful entrance.
Their chances of winning were less than twenty percent.
If they held back, negotiation was still possible. Once they fought... if they lost...
White Garment could tear this continent apart with his bare hands.
"Let's talk."
The Pope fell silent for a moment.
His aged body stooped.
He looked like an ordinary little old man.
Voluntarily withdrawing his sacred halo was also a show of weakness.
"Sir, how confident is the Dragon Kingdom of defeating the Alliance?"
"As long as I'm alive, one hundred percent."
White Garment smiled confidently.
"I'm also confident I could take you down with me..." The Pope raised a hand to stop White Garment's rebuttal and continued, "Kingdom of God Descends."
"By sacrificing just a million believers,