Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
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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