The pope landed lightly at the bottom of the stairs and climbed up step by step.
"What is it?"
The pope had yet to reach the top.
A slightly immature but benevolent voice resounded throughout Heavenly Mountain!
"Lord saint, an unimaginably powerful enemy has invaded the capital. If we don't stop it, I'm afraid it will lead to an immeasurable disaster. The foundation of our faith in this plane will also be shaken," the pope said loudly.
"Got it."
That kind and tender voice sounded again.
Seven rays of white light shot into the sky and landed in front of the pope.
Then, seven powerhouses wearing silver-white armor and holding all kinds of weapons appeared. They looked like knights but had a pair of white wings.
"Let the Seven Saints settle it for you. I still have to continue sensing the astral world and obtain divine power. It's not appropriate to attack."
The voice came from the top of the mountain.