Especially since they had actually managed to kill one of the ten famed White-robed Archbishops of the Western First Church.
This was the most unbelievable part for them.
After all, the ten White-robed Archbishops of the Church were notorious old monsters.
They were beings standing at the very Peak of the Western world of power, whom no one dared to provoke.
Yet now one had been killed by the Demon Lord, naturally, they found it hard to believe.
For a time, the name of the Demon Lord once again caused a great stir.
Church, Council Hall.
Draped in papal vestments and wearing a crown, Pope Paul III sat on his throne with a somber expression.
Standing before him were the remaining nine White-robed Archbishops and the thirty-six Red cardinals.
Of course, among these Red cardinals, one looked particularly haggard.
That was the Red cardinal who had fled from the East Sea last night.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the great hall was grave and oppressive.
