"Really? And what about the other God?"
Swan's words suddenly sparked an uneasy feeling in Charles's heart. What God? Wasn't he a proponent of science? Could it be that he has delved into some strange, Godly beliefs?
"Yes, I admit it, your God has granted you mighty powers. I've calculated, calculated many times, and no matter what I do, I can't defeat you. You are just too strong. But then..."
Swan flipped over and pressed a button on the control panel. The circular black-and-white screen, set among various rotating gears, flickered rapidly, displaying the cooled black lava that covered British Island.
These long and short black marks spread all over the island, forming a bizarre Array filled with an impure aura.
"But I say today, all of you must die! None of you will escape! Hahaha!!"
A trace of displeasure appeared on the Pope's face. Suddenly, a steam pipe inexplicably bent and, amidst a burst of white steam, stabbed directly into Swan's chest.
