When Charles climbed up the rope ladder to the top of the Airship, he got his first clear look at the massive structure of the airship.
Three five-hundred-meter-long airbags formed the upper half of the airship, with two submarine-like giant cabins suspended below the airbags.
A slender steel bridge connected the two cabins, and the Pope in his exquisite white robe stood in the middle of it.
As Charles stepped onto the swaying bridge and saw his haggard face, his heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.
The Pope gave Charles a bitter smile from his wrinkled face, "I'm sorry, I've tried all sorts of ways, but the door won't open."
"How can it not open? Then why did you bring so many people and so many ships this time? For a vacation?" Charles's brow furrowed slightly.
"I've tried everything, explosives, Divine Arts, relics, and magic, but none of them had any effect on that gigantic door."
