"Nonsense?" Natasha chuckled.

"Nonsense?

At the same time, a kind voice sounded, and a white-haired ordinary old man slowly emerged wearing a sacred crown and holding a platinum scepter. He seemed to tear the space directly.

And Sard's magic actually disintegrated under his voice.

Sard's pupils shrank like needles:

"His Majesty the Pope!"

Plan three, if Salde uses another way to circumvent the promise, immediately let Natasha contact Pope Benedict II through secret channels!

If they are colluding, then move to plan four, play out the prepared trump card, restore the situation, and continue with the next steps. If the Pope is concealed but does not believe Natasha, then enter plan four as well. If the Pope chooses

Wait, then determine Salde's whereabouts as soon as possible, and reveal the teleportation fulcrum that Lucien modified for Natasha to escape to the Pope, so that he, a god-like person, can use this fulcrum to peek into the situation here and directly tear apart

Space is coming!
Chapter completed!