Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
In St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican, the current Pope, Francis I, heard of the arrival of Sister Mirda and promptly put down his work to meet her.
"Sister Mirda, is there something that requires your personal presence here?" he inquired.
Inside the meeting room, Sister Mirda was clad in a simple nun's habit, devoid of makeup or any expensive jewelry. Despite her actual age being over eighty, the resurrection and blessing of ‘Christ’ had restored her youth, giving her the appearance of a woman in her twenties.
Anyone who saw her would never believe her to be of that age. Sister Mirda's benevolence was something that could not be found in a woman of her twenties, or any age, for that matter.
While she had been beautiful when she was young, her transformation after receiving the divine blessing of Christ made her truly exceptional. Her skin was flawless, almost as if it had no pores, resembling a precious gem. Coupled with her pure and holy demeanor and beauty, she was the embodiment of the image of a saint that people envisioned.
Naturally, Pope Francis I held no impure thoughts regarding Sister Mirda. She had already taken vows of celibacy, dedicating herself entirely to the service of God.
But Pope Francis I was somewhat puzzled. Most of the time, Sister Mirda was engaged in preaching or performing miracles at the Lateran Church. During her rest periods, she usually visited the church's orphanages to care for the children. She rarely made personal visits to the Vatican's inner chambers.
"Could it be that you've come due to the ongoing conflict with the heretical gods happening in the Antarctic continent?" Pope Francis I inquired with a furrowed brow.
While the whole world was focused on the events in the Antarctic continent, the Pope, as the leader of the Catholic Church, remained calm. He wasn't worried about the fate of humanity at all. His faith had grown even more robust.
The Pope believed that the Almighty Christ would not stand idly by as heretical gods threatened His lambs. He was confident that
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