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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3849: Perfect Collaboration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 367: First Floor
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 288: Poem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1253- Two faced monster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1252- Petty person's pride
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 352 - Let's Settle This Once And For All!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 651.2: Someone Came From Afar, Someone Is Leaving for Somewhere Far Away - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 366: Union
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 287: Dead End
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1251- Trapped merchant squad (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 979: Courage
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1250- Trapped merchant squad
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 351 - There Are No Perfect Classes, Only Perfect Class Users
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.2
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 81: Bootlicker
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 195: Undead Coin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 651.1: Someone Came From Afar, Someone Is Leaving for Somewhere Far Away - Part 1
The bunch who were called entered the solemn inner room silently.
Even though deep down they were nervous and excited, the most basic of etiquette still had to be reserved. After all, this was the Church of the Dome's most sacred place, a place for worshiping all the holy relics and statues of the past popes.
In most circumstances, only the pope and Saintess were allowed inside. Even the Seven Apostles weren't able to enter easily.
While this group of priests didn't know why they had been summoned, they were now filled with a sense of unmeasured pride, for being able to enter the inner chamber of the Central Chapel was something an ordinary clergy member could brag about for an entire lifetime.
Inside the inner chamber.
The white altar in the center held the silver placenta, while niches in the surrounding walls were full of statues of past popes and some other sacred artifacts.
The place was dignified and solemn.
And the pope, clad in a magnificent robe and topped with an exquisite and towering white hat, stood on the steps before the altar with his golden scepter in hand.
Rodney watched the neatly lined-up priests get on their knees to bow with the usual benevolent smile on his face. With a warm, wizened voice, he said, "Please rise. There's no need to be so formal. All who are blessed by the moon are my children and are treated equally by me."
This made the priests feel a sense of warmth, and all nervous tension they had was gently soothed by an invisible spiritual force, amplifying their admiration and respect for the pope.
Rodney gazed at everyone with a smile which brightened when he saw those indistinct, protruding, and twisted marks on their faces and necks.
He stepped forward and spoke slightly louder, “You must all be curious as to why I have summoned all of you here.”
Nobody answered, nor did anyone dare to.
Although the pope was so benevolent and affable, this only made them aware of the distance between themselves and His Holiness.
Rodney didn't plan to let them answer either and continued, “You should
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