"Fuck, a flashlight that big must burn through a lot of electricity."
Just as the Pope was savoring everyone's fear, a quiet voice made his posturing look utterly ridiculous.
The angels in the sky all glared down at once.
The cigarette in Old Ninth's mouth glowed and dimmed.
Though he was bathed in divine light, he was completely unaffected.
"You... why?" the Pope demanded in disbelief.
Someone like Old Ninth, who killed without blinking and had no morals whatsoever, could never be forgiven by the Kingdom of God.
Yet there he stood proudly in the divine light, perfectly at ease.
The Pope looked up at the six eight-winged angels in confusion.
Surprise appeared on their holy faces. "I... sense faith in him."
As long as someone believed in the Holy See, the holy light could not harm them.
Because under their rules, any sin could be forgiven as long as one believed in the Holy See.
"Maybe... because I converted just now." Old Ninth scratched his head and smiled sheepishly. "Your divine light won't hurt your own believers. What a coincidence, I'm a believer in the Holy See now too. Pleased to meet you."
"Impossible!" The Pope lost his composure.
How could a mass murderer like Old Ninth possibly embrace religion?
"Look at you... why are you getting angry? Isn't another believer a good thing?" Old Ninth awkwardly scratched his ass and explained with a smile, "Keep getting angry and I'll fucking smack you."
"That's not right. If you've converted... why are you still hostile toward the Holy See?" Under the Pope's protection, Old Bat barely managed to avoid being harmed by the divine light.
Seeing Old Ninth still holding his chainsaw, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent, he asked in confusion.
"You... might have misunderstood." Old Ninth chuckled and