Chapter 696: Five (3)
The Pope, driven by divine power, was pushed back but reached my side, looking at me with eyes filled with mixed emotions before forcing a smile.
“This time, Papa's not late, right?”
“Yeah, Papa. You're a little bit cooler today?”
“Really? Is that so!? Alright! I’ll have to show you an even cooler side!”
With a loud shout, Benedict charged forward, and the knights of Arlan followed him.
The scene of monsters being torn apart by a black wave reminded me of a passage from the Bible that I once saw on a screen.
As I stared absentmindedly at it, the monster horde beside me was slashed in half.
“Ah, this is so frustrating. What the hell is that weird dungeon?”
The Pope lamented about the dungeon he had thrown in, and as if to repay his frustration, she rushed alone into the heart of the army.
Normally, I would have called it suicidal, but... well, seeing a hole form like a bomb dropping in the middle of the army, it seemed okay.
...Is it the case that anyone who reaches the position of Swordmaster ends up like this?
“Don’t worry. As the apostle of the god, I will protect that person’s side.”