Chapter 532
Booooom!
Se-Hoon stared in disbelief at the golden cross shooting up into the sky, tearing into the heavens with explosive force. The cross, made from an immense amount of concentrated divine mana, had instantly killed roughly one-third of the hundreds of thousands gathered in the plaza.
What the...
In every sense of the word, it was a tragic catastrophe. And yet, the plaza was... quiet?
“...”
“...”
“...”
The survivors were all staring at the golden cross in reverence and awe. Being members of the Church, they interpreted the divine mana of the Pilgrim as a miracle rather than a threat—such a thing would surely never harm them. It was a delusional faith that had taken root so deeply that even the archbishops were misreading the carnage as divine providence.
In that plaza, only Se-Hoon could see the truth behind it all: Karl Andersen went insane.
To the prayer of Apostate, who returned as an old man devoid of demonic aura and mana, Karl had actually responded by attacking the plaza with Divine Magic from the church underground.
As for why, Se-Hoon didn’t know. In fact, he knew only one single truth right now.
I have to stop them.