Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 281: Reports
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 360: Chaos Beyond Gods' Prediction
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.3
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1239- Reproduction Peak
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1238- Extortion
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.3: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 3
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3846: An Immortal Exalt’s Threats
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 280: Partner
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 359: Painter Gao Ming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 974: Receiving of Souls
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 973: Patience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236.5- Rats also have technology? (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 346 - Better Safe Than Sorry
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.2: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 358: Get On
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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