"Hahaha, great, it's great that you came!" Looking at Raymond and his group, then looking at the Guardian Army in the Victory Plaza and the Great Twelve-winged Angels behind him, the Pope erupted in laughter, "Originally, I had wanted to chop off your heads one by one. To think that you would invite yourselves to your deaths. Hahaha, you are all asking for death! Even without the Great Twelve-winged Angels, just the Guardian Amry in the plaza is enough to turn all of you into mincemeat!"