Chapter 439: Fall of a Saint Level

His Holiness Priest looked down from the Sky Garden to see the massive Magic Cannon already aimed at him, its black and profound muzzle exuding an aura closely connected with death, the huge unyielding barrel spreading a scent of death.

About a hundred Divine Archers with cold expressions did nothing, already shifting the sparkling chill in their eyes towards the sparse crowd beside him; there were also hundreds of Mages, tall or short, with oblique glances and an air of unruly arrogance.

"It's me!" Liu Zhenhan frowned: "Are you Pope Paul II?"

In the Aegean Continent, the St. Paul Church could be described as calling the wind and summoning the rain, possessing unsurpassed power. How could a Pope end up in such a state? Chased by the Demon Clan? If not for having encountered Dragon Knight Gaxia before, Liu Zhenhan would hardly believe his eyes.