I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray's heart tightened and he took a defensive stance, and Eli quickly turned around.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I seem to smell something burning." A familiar voice and a pale smiling face, a red cloak and polished leather boots.

It turned out to be Viscount Ward.

Phil Gray finally felt relieved and told him what had just happened.

"That's what I said. I'm very sensitive to the smell of burning things, but these smell very bad, just like the fake goods brought by those traffickers on Malu Island, while my tobacco is fragrant." Viscount Ward picked up a piece of ash on the ground and said with a smile.

"I don't know who that man is, but he's very good at using a sword, and his speed is something I've never seen before." Eli was still frightened as he recalled the battle just now. If Phil Gray wasn't there, he would probably have become a dead soul under that man's sword.

"After listening to your description, I have some guesses." Viscount Ward took off his red cloak and put it on the table. The house had just been on fire, and it seemed to make him feel a little stuffy. "There is a branch of the War Church that is good at assassination and tracking. Many years ago, it separated from the church and established its own organization - called White Blade, which specializes in assassination missions. The members are all killers hidden under white robes."

Phil Gray narrowed his eyes. If that was the case, who would hire the White Blade to hunt them down?

Wendell? But he clearly didn't know where he was, and while the impostor was swindling, this person had already caught up with him.

Wait, he suddenly thought of someone, could it be Princess Sunny? Resentful that they had revealed George's conspiracy?

Phil Gray became more and more suspicious, but Viscount Ward spoke again, interrupting his thoughts, "By the way, I have some scrolls with detailed information about the White Blade. Do you need them?"

"Okay." He nodded. If they could get more information, it might help them find the mastermind behind the incident.

Viscount Ward took out a sealed black bag from the space stone and moved closer to him and Eli.

The black bag was opened to reveal a black scroll. The strong smell of death instantly filled the whole room. Phil Gray's heart skipped a beat, but it was too late.

Viscount Ward unfolded the scroll, and the side engraved with strange formations and runes was pointed at him and Eli. A rotating black hole appeared behind them!

"Go! The Abyss of the Dead is your final destination! Hahahaha, pay tribute to the God of Death for me!"

Phil Gray no longer had any divine power left, and he could hardly resist this passage to the abyss of the dead.

Fortunately, Eli hooked his waist with vines and fled towards the window. Going against the direction of attraction, Eli's face turned pale and he clenched his teeth. He was about to jump down, but Viscount Ward sneered, cut off the vine with a sword, and then swung out several sword lights to stab Eli who was lying on the window.

"No!"

"Run away!"

Even the sound was swallowed by the black hole.

Eli watched Phil Gray being sucked into the black hole, but he no longer cared about being sad. He roared, exerted all his strength, and jumped into the sea, covering his wound that was still bleeding.

The moment he entered the water, the suction of death was offset, but he never expected that he would become one of the people who jumped into the sea to escape today.

......

The moment Phil Gray was sucked into the Abyss of the Dead, all he could see was the figure of Viscount Ward. Only then did he notice that Viscount Ward was wearing white armor under his red cloak today.

As expected, armor can also be considered as clothes. The corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally fell into darkness.

The sound of "cracking, crackling" continued to be heard. A little skeleton was sitting on a boulder and trying to straighten his wrist. His wrist was extremely twisted, and even if he used all his strength, it still didn't work at all.

Oh, what should I do? Is it really impossible for it to attend the rebirth banquet hosted by the lord?

At this moment, a heavy object fell down, pressing the little skeleton to the ground. With a click, its wrist returned to its original shape.

"hiss--"

Phil Gray felt pain all over his body from the fall, especially since there was something poking him from under him.

"Why can't I see anything? Am I blind? No, this is what the Abyss of the Dead should be like." Phil Gray stood up with difficulty. His divine power had just been exhausted, but the cold air made him feel restored. It turned out that the followers of the God of Death preferred the Abyss of the Dead.

The sky of the Abyss of the Dead is black, without stars or moon. The races in the darkness have the ability to see in the dark.

At this moment, he felt something moving under his feet, and then two balls of blue flames appeared in front of him. With the faint light, he saw a small skeleton standing in front of him.

"Wow! My wrist is healed, thank you so much!"

To Phil Gray's shock, the skeleton could actually speak.

What is making that sound? The skeleton doesn’t have a mouth.

"No, how come you are a living person?" The little skeleton took a few steps back, shook his head, and the spiritual fire in his eyes flashed.

"I was thrown here. Is this the Abyss of the Dead?" asked Phil Gray.

Now he was surrounded by pitch darkness and could not see anything. He had no light and could only see the skeleton in front of him.

"Yes, this is the Abyss of the Dead. It's terrible that you were thrown here. That person must want you dead. After all, except for living people at the Shinto level who can be summoned by the gods, no one else can survive." The little skeleton nodded, accompanied by a crackling sound.

"Really? You just said I helped you, what happened? Also, can you tell me about the situation here?" Phil Gray asked.

"Look, my wrist was twisted by a bad guy when we were fighting before, and you helped me straighten it when you fell down just now." The little skeleton stretched out his wrist, but it was too dark and Phil Gray couldn't see it at all.

The little skeleton continued, "It's just that I don't like to eat people, but the other undead like to eat people. Whenever a living person accidentally enters, they will rush to share the food. You must hide yourself well."

"Ah? Eating people?" Phil Gray was puzzled. Aren't all the people in the Abyss of the Dead believers who stayed there voluntarily?

"Yes, they also said that they wanted to liberate those who strayed into the Abyss as soon as possible. After all, if you stay in this abyss of the dead, there is no chance to leave." The little skeleton shook his head, "But I don't agree with their views. It's just that there are too few skeletons like me. Fortunately, you met me."

Phil Gray couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, but do you mind if I light a fire? I want to listen to you talk about the situation here with the light on."

He really couldn't stand such a dark state.

"Oh, that's right, you are a living person and can't see what's happening here. So you light it. I haven't seen the light for hundreds of years." The little skeleton said nostalgically. It was also a little curious. How would this living person light a fire?

But then it felt a strong and dangerous aura, a fear from the bottom of its heart, which made the spiritual fire in its eyes tremble.

I saw a small flame light up in the hand of the human in front of me, and that small flame emitted the same light as the sun!

You know, the sun is the natural nemesis of the undead!