Charles lifted his head and looked upward as the Pope, clad in a splendid gold and white robe, slowly floated down from above.
He also noticed the oval-shaped Floating Airship behind the Church, its airbag almost touching the dome, marked by a giant triangular symbol of the Light God Sect.
Dozens of airships formed a neat column; looking at the ropes dangling from below, it seemed those massive steel towers had been transported by them.
"How has the Light God Sect's technology advanced so suddenly?" Charles wondered, his brow furrowed.
"Charles, it is very impolite to be distracted when talking to an elderly person," a slightly displeased voice made Charles turn his attention to the Pope in front of him.
"Thank you for the help," Charles thanked the Pope for his assistance, although he could never fully understand the old man, he definitely had saved his life just now.
