Crusade! Crusade! Crusade!
"Truly... truly terrifying..."
The priest sighed, merely listening to the Pope's account, he could feel that moment of madness, faith torn apart by greedy desire, no one could remain untouched.
"Subsequently, undercurrents surged within the Church, two factions of cardinals were at each other's throats, this is the first time in hundreds of years we've come close to a split. Truly worthy of the Holy Grail, isn't it? Even when captured, it resonates with such effects, as if destined by fate."
"In the end, the Pope made a decision to support the War Faction... In fact, his decision was correct, Ingwig won the Radiant War, the terrifying power of the steam engine is evident, and this technology also reached Jiuxia of the Far East, both empires are slowly rising. Now abandoning the power of demons might fulfill God's mission, but this is also God's last radiance, we simply can't stand against the current."
