The metallic nerves around the Pope's neck no longer floated but interwove and constructed each other until they finally formed a true head.
Bald, humanoid.
With a rather apparent metallic nerve structure protruding on the surface of the skin.
There was no panic on the Pope's face. He simply lifted his hands high, signaling that the crisis was averted, indicating to the Monks within the Great Cathedral that there was no need to be on guard.
His pupils, covered by nerves, looked at Luo Di as he spoke for the first time during the baptism:
"This is my first encounter with a world daring to invade True Hell.
The system of your world is very special, even unique.
In the cluster of worlds invaded by True Hell, no similar existence can be found; the system must relate directly to the most primal emotion—Fear.
It's like a primitive beast. I was merely connecting to the past, then followed the radiating scent over here."
"Your Holiness, I had no idea that this would happen."
