I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Go to the mine quickly and don't force me to do it!" Another skeleton knocked on the shield with a bone knife, his voice rough.

"I... I don't want to..." Yulia lowered her head, and the spiritual fire in her eyes dimmed.

"They must have a bad relationship with you, right? In that case, there's no need to go to the resting house." Phil Gray walked up from behind Yulia with a sneer on his lips.

"Such a strong aura of death, and an outstanding face, a count-level vampire?" The female skeleton was doubtful and raised the bone knife in front of her for defense.

Phil Gray didn't waste any time talking to them. He took out a white glove from the space stone and put it on his right hand. A big sword burning with the flame of the sun cut through the darkness. In a moment, only the fallen skull and the skeleton that was chopped into several pieces were left on the ground. The cuts were charred and smoking!

He quickly retracted the Blazing Sun Sword and slowly took off his gloves.

Save your divine power.

"Oh my God!"

As Yulia screamed, Phil Gray leaned over and took out four balls of spiritual fire from the two skulls on the ground. Although the spiritual fire was fire, it was extremely cold. It was like putting an ice cube in the palm of his hand. He used the power of death to knead the four balls of spiritual fire together, and the combined brightness could be regarded as a lamp.

It can barely illuminate a distance of three or four meters in front of you.

He glanced around and found a wooden stick with a branch at the top and a barely straight bottom from a pile of dead branches on the ground. He then placed the spiritual fire on the branch and held it up like a torch.

Finally there was light, Phil Gray breathed a sigh of relief, then held up the spiritual fire and looked around. The terrain was similar to what he had imagined, but there were some differences in the details.

The soil on the ground is black, with some sticky black-red liquid in some places, as well as some unknown dark black humus.

He walked forward a few steps and could no longer see clearly what was further away, but there seemed to be some strangely shaped trees, twisted vines, and scattered graves around.

Phil Gray turned around and saw Yulia following him tremblingly, even walking very carefully.

"What's wrong? You have to lead the way."

"You...are you still going to the resting house?" Yulia looked at the spiritual fire he was holding. He never expected that the person in front of him was so powerful that he killed two skeletons without even blinking an eye.

Phil Gray thought for a moment and said, "No need to go for now. I'm very interested in your rebirth banquet. Can you introduce it to me? By the way, I think you said it's about to start. Let's talk while we walk."

"Okay, the Rebirth Banquet is held by the Lord. It is mainly to welcome those undead who have just left the human world due to death and choose to stay in the abyss and become skeletons. It is held only once a year. All the undead who have become skeletons in the past year can get the residence certificate granted by the Lord at the Rebirth Banquet, and accept the baptism of the god of death, abandon all emotions left over from the human world, and become true residents of the abyss." Yulia introduced.

"Baptism of Death? Will the God of Death come in person?" Phil Gray asked curiously.

“No, but the Lord can use the method of divine descent to allow a ray of God’s consciousness to descend to the scene. I really want to see God…” Yulia lowered his head. He really wanted to ask God why he had always been just an undead soldier. It was obvious that he had the most devout faith when he was alive, and after his death he resolutely refused to enter the Wheel of Life, but stayed in the abyss.

God descended? Indeed, the lord-level undead was equivalent to the descended followers of God.

A lord-level undead must know how to leave the abyss, right? If that doesn't work, a consciousness of the God of Death should also know how to leave, right?

However, the lord would definitely be able to see through his identity as a living person, which was too dangerous.

Phil Gray had several thoughts in his mind in an instant, but he still made a decision. He looked at Yulia who was walking beside him and asked, "Are there any requirements for participating in the rebirth banquet? Haven't you been in the abyss for a hundred years? Can you still participate?"

"The protagonists are the undead who have just arrived in the abyss within a year, but we can be the audience. However, the lord has issued an order before that only the undead with a dignified appearance and a proper skeleton can participate, otherwise they may scare the newcomers. I was just worried that my wrist was twisted and I couldn't participate, but it's okay now." Yulia waved his pale palm again. It was too dark to see clearly just now, but Phil Gray can see it clearly now.

After walking for a while, a straight road appeared in front of them. It was white and eerie, as if it was paved with bones.

Phil Gray stepped on it, feeling the chilly breath from the soles of his feet to his heart. He looked at Yulia beside him with an expression of great enjoyment, and couldn't help but sigh that the gap between the living and the undead was indeed too big.

After walking onto the Road of Bones, the number of undead spirits around seemed to increase. From time to time, he could see some additional spiritual fires floating in the air in the distance, as well as white eye sockets under the dim light.

"Hey? Is that the sir from the vampire clan? Sir, wait for me." A scream came from behind, followed by heavy footsteps. Phil Gray turned around, but did not see the faint blue spiritual fire.

Was there something calling him just now?

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. He raised the spiritual fire in his hand, and a tall figure appeared in his field of vision. The figure had green skin and an uneven forehead without a single hair. He was wearing tattered black linen that barely covered his vital parts. However, the two extra lumps on his chest allowed him to barely recognize that this was a female zombie.

"Sir, are you here from Dark Night City to attend the Rebirth Banquet? I came from the corpse cave next to you. You are so handsome. You must be a marquis, right? Oh no, even Marquis Muri is not as handsome as you. You must be a duke." The female zombie moved closer to him, and a series of pink hearts seemed to emerge from her cloudy eyes that were about to fall out.

"Cave?" Phil Gray took a few steps back inconspicuously.

"It's a corpse cave, belonging to the Northern Territory. Their lord is a zombie, so it's a gathering place for zombies." Yulia explained seriously.

"We zombies are much better looking than you skeletons. I really don't understand why so many people choose to become skeletons. They obviously have the opportunity to become zombies. Unlike those undead who came a few days ago, their flesh was removed and they could only become skeletons." The female zombie said disdainfully when she saw Yulia next to her.

"You green monsters are ugly. White bones are the purest and hardest and will never decay." Yulia retorted.

Phil Gray ignored their mutual contempt and was attracted by the female zombie's words, "The undead who came a few days ago were shaved into skeletons, so they could only choose to become skeletons? They also want to participate in the rebirth banquet?"

These should be the passengers who chose to go to the abyss at that time.