Otherwise, if every day was spent solely in prayer here, it would be exceedingly dull and tedious.
Even the clergymen of the Holy Court likely wouldn't have the nerve to kill so many elders all at once, would they?
Age, at this moment, became an advantage.
Veronica's brows were deeply furrowed; although she did not wish to kill a large number of elders at this time, as a fanatic, she was capable of anything, especially when these people posed a threat to His Holiness the Pope's safety.
The next instant, the tall Knight Captain raised her right hand.
With a whoosh, numerous clergymen simultaneously drew their swords. Under the gentle illumination of the Magic Lamps, the blades gleamed with a chilling light.
Hiss!
At that moment, each elder gasped for air, shuddering with fear, their eyes fixed on the surrounding swords.
They swallowed continually, gulping down their saliva.
They wouldn't really dare to strike, would they?
That would be thousands of elderly, after all.
