They could do nothing, only watch helplessly as their subordinates kept dying.
They had not reached that level, unable to understand that when one's power became strong enough, there was simply no need to please anyone... although Qin Chu had only grasped this truth on his second journey through this world.
Saint Monica and Wozworth also changed their expressions, but unlike the pale faces of Kain and the others, theirs were filled with excited pleasure.
The coronation ceremony of the new Pope had evidently turned into a bloodbath.
No one could have predicted this turn of events; those Holy Men, watching their companions die one after another, let out miserable screams as they fled in disgrace, unable to escape the chains pursuing them from behind.
Some of the Holy Men wanted to quickly kneel down, for what use was honor, what use was pride, they were all worthless.
At such times, surviving was all that mattered.
