I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

In the endless darkness, a cluster of fire suddenly lit up, and the little skeleton retreated repeatedly, "Woo woo woo, don't kill me, I'm already a skeleton, and if I die again, there will be nothing left."

Phil Gray suddenly remembered that his flame was the flame of the sun, and he quickly retracted it, and the surroundings returned to darkness.

"Sorry, I forgot you undead are afraid of this. I won't light it now, so don't worry."

The little skeleton then stopped and asked cautiously, "Are you the one favored by the Daytime Prophet?"

"Yes." Phil Gray nodded, and reluctantly took a few steps forward in the darkness, approaching the little skeleton with spiritual fire in its eye sockets.

"Then you must hide well. Almost all the residents here are afraid of and hate the followers of the Day Prophet. If they find out, they will definitely torture you before eating you."

"Okay, thank you for the reminder."

"Okay, let me briefly introduce to you the information I know. The center of the Abyss of the Dead is the Palace of the God of Death. Except for the undead at the level of the Death Monarch or the quasi-god-level followers of the gods, no one else can enter.

The rest of the land is divided into four major regions: the east, south, west and north. They are controlled by four death monarchs. Each death monarch has several lords under them to manage the city. Now, we are in Wangu City in the northern region. The lords here are skeletons like me, so there are many skeletons gathered here. Of course, there are also many other kinds of undead living here. "

The little skeleton's voice penetrated the darkness and reached Phil Gray's ears.

It turns out that the Abyss of the Dead is so orderly. He thought it would be very chaotic.

But after all, it is the kingdom of the God of Death, so it is not too surprising.

"Is there really no way I can leave?" Phil Gray frowned. Patrick was still waiting for him on the island, and Eli's life or death was unknown.

He didn't know how long he could hold on in this abyss filled with undead, but... he clenched his fists and was determined to find a way out.

"Yes, there are living people who accidentally fall into the abyss every once in a while. Some are exiled for committing crimes, some are thrown in by a conspiracy like you, or some are the gods' followers who accidentally trigger some skills and accidentally end up in the abyss. But so far, no one of these people has been able to successfully leave." The little skeleton shook his head and paused. "Perhaps you can rise to the level of a god? Then you can ask the god of death to let you out?"

After saying that, the little skeleton smiled awkwardly again, and his bones made a crackling sound. It was obvious that he felt that his suggestion was too ridiculous.

Phil Gray smiled bitterly. In this bottomless abyss, facing the threat of countless undead spirits, how could he possibly fulfill the maxim of the God of Death and ascend to the Shinto level?

It seems we have to think of other solutions.

He squatted down, closed his eyes, drew the pattern of the flower of destiny on his chest, and prayed silently to the god of destiny.

"God, how can I leave this place?"

However, there was no response.

He didn't know whether it was because the God of Fate didn't want to bother with him or because in the Kingdom of the God of Death, He couldn't hear his prayers at all.

Sighing, he stood up again and looked at the dark surroundings. "God of Death, can you tell me how to leave here?"

The little skeleton quietly watched this strange living person, sometimes drawing some patterns, and sometimes calling on the god of death.

Finally, it couldn't help asking, "Aren't you the one favored by the Daytime Prophet? Why don't you call on your god, but pray to the God of Death instead?"

Phil Gray smiled and said, "I prayed to the Daytime Prophet in the Kingdom of the God of Death, but I'm afraid the God of Death won't let me out!"

"My God wouldn't do that!" the little skeleton retorted in disagreement.

Then, it slowly approached Phil Gray, "What should I call you?"

"Just call me Phil, what about you?"

"Phil, what a nice name. My name is Uriah, this is... my name when I was alive." The little skeleton became depressed.

"How long have you been a skeleton?" asked Phil Gray.

Judging from the name, the little skeleton was probably a male in his lifetime.

"It should be a hundred years, but I don't have much talent. Now I'm just a small undead soldier. Other undead look down on me. I usually live as a skeleton." Yulia seemed to squat down, and with the sound of bones rubbing, Phil Gray saw his spiritual fire slowly moving down.

Phil Gray wanted to comfort him, so he tentatively patted his shoulder with his hand, and then felt the smooth and cold skeleton. "It's okay. There is an old saying in my hometown that wild beasts always walk alone, while cattle and sheep travel in herds. A person... a skeleton also has many advantages. You can arrange your time as you wish and do what you want."

"Thank you!" The spiritual fire in the little skeleton's eyes seemed to be brighter, and he slowly stood up. "You are the first person who has comforted me in all these years."

Phil Gray smiled.

Then a man and a skeleton sat on the ground and talked about something about the abyss of the dead.

The ground was not sure whether it was dirt or something else, it felt sticky but there was no shine, so Phil Gray couldn't identify it.

The first thing to solve now is how to see in the dark. The feeling of being passively blind is really not good, but as the little skeleton showed, if he lights the sun flame, it will not only consume divine power, but also be too conspicuous in the darkness. It is okay to scare some small undead, but for some powerful undead, he is like a dinner with candlelight, just waiting for them to have a good meal.

What should we do?

Phil Gray thought hard.

However, before he could come up with a plan, he heard Yulia suggest, "The life force in you is too strong. If you don't want to reveal your identity, you must disguise yourself."

"Oh?" Phil Gray suddenly remembered the deathly aura that emanated from his body when he had just broken through to the Blessing Level. If he mobilized divine power to disguise it, perhaps it would be possible?

Thinking of this, he looked at the little skeleton beside him and said, "There is a pill in my space stone that can temporarily make my body emit death energy. I will try it and see if you can still sense that I am a living person."

"Okay." Yulia tilted her head and looked curiously at the green object that suddenly appeared in Phil Gray's hand.

Then he threw it into his mouth, and in an instant, the thick aura of death covered his whole body.

I really can't feel the breath of life anymore!

Yulia was very surprised, "What kind of pill is this? It's so powerful!"