I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Along with the sound came a large skeleton, more than two meters tall, with a thick frame that made the entire cabin seem narrow. There were also some metal decorations on his bones, which made him look majestic.

His two balls of spiritual fire were extremely strong and were not inferior to the Baishideng.

Phil Gray thought of the spiritual fire lamp in his hand, and his expression suddenly became strange. If only he had this guy's spiritual fire, it would definitely be able to illuminate ten meters away.

"Oh, this place looks so familiar. Haha, it turns out to be you, old man. I was wondering why someone would offer me this bone ring as a sacrifice. I thought you were going to sell even the things I gave you." The skeleton lowered his head, looked at the ghostly old man in front of him, and laughed heartily. His voice shook the cabin.

Although Phil Gray still hasn't figured out where the skeletons are making the sounds.

"Of course I won't sell it. It actually...actually worked!" The ghost house owner looked at Phil Gray eagerly. He really succeeded in summoning a specific undead spirit! He waited for so long, and finally got the chance!

"I can finally return to the human world! After eight hundred years, I finally have the chance to see light and colors again, instead of being enveloped in darkness forever!"

The ghost house owner muttered excitedly, but Phil Gray interrupted him and said with a wry smile, "Although I can indeed summon you to the human world, that is based on my ability to leave the abyss. I heard from Yulia that no living person here can leave."

"What does he know? How can a stupid little skeleton with no talent know some secrets of the abyss?" The owner of the house said disdainfully, but just as he finished speaking, he heard a cautious voice coming from outside the door.

"The rebirth banquet is about to begin, are you ready?"

Yulia probably couldn't wait any longer, but there were still things that hadn't been dealt with yet, so Phil Gray could only shout, "You go first, I'll come find you later."

"Okay." Yulia replied, and then there was the sound of his footsteps walking away.

The homeowner showed a disdainful expression.

The summoned giant skeleton crossed his arms, looking like he was watching the fun, "A living person can leave the abyss, but can you guarantee that this little guy can pass through the corridor of death?"

"Why not? Don't you smell that person's scent on him?" the homeowner asked.

The big skeleton tilted his head and asked in confusion, "I don't have a nose, how can I smell it?"

The owner's face darkened. "Don't you have a mouth? How can you speak? Feel it carefully."

The big skeleton smiled. "Of course I felt it. Is it the Death Knight? Wasn't he summoned by the God of Death? Isn't he still in the temple now?"

"No matter what, with that person's blessing, he will definitely be able to pass smoothly."

"That's not necessarily true. Those little guys don't have much intelligence. Who would care whether they are people protected by the Death Knight? In my opinion, you should just stay in the abyss. Although you are a living person, you can enjoy things that you can't enjoy in the human world with the reputation of that person. What do you think, little cutie?" The big skeleton looked down at Phil Gray and said with a smile.

"I must leave the abyss. My friends are still waiting for me." Phil Gray said firmly.

What's more, this dark abyss is full of undead souls and there is not even any food. If this goes on for a long time, he will starve to death, so how can he enjoy himself?

The owner glared at the big skeleton and said, "Shut up. I didn't summon you here to ruin my plan to go to the human world. If you're okay, go back."

"Well, of course I have to think about my good friend."

"That's better. We have been friends for many years. How can you deliberately not consider me..." Before the owner of the house could finish his words, the big skeleton put his bony palm on Phil Gray, looking like a good brother.

He stared at the scene in amazement and said angrily, "Get lost and do whatever you need to do! Your lord is holding a rebirth banquet, why don't you go and help?"

"I was just at the Rebirth Banquet." Hearing this, the big skeleton looked at Phil Gray with a smile and said, "The Lord is probably still looking for me, but I have accepted the sacrifice and will stay with my summoner for a day. My dear partner, do you want to go to the Rebirth Banquet with me? Every follower is eager to see the arrival of the true God, right?"

Phil Gray was a little hesitant. Since the owner of the house knew the way to leave by just passing through the Corridor of Death, he didn't have to attend the Rebirth Banquet. However, he was indeed very interested in the scene of God's descent.

"Go ahead. To go to the Corridor of Death, you need the Lord to open the passage for you." The owner nodded to Phil Gray, "I'll go with you."

"Wow, it's really strange that a centuries-old house cat is going out." The big skeleton laughed so hard that his bones rattled.

One man and two undead spirits walked onto the street, and with the big skeleton's spiritual fire, Phil Gray no longer had to hold up his "lamp".

Walking on the road, Phil Gray was still reviewing what had just happened, and he still had some questions that had not been resolved.

“By the way, you said before that the God of Death’s favored followers failed to be promoted from quasi-gods to full gods? Can favored followers become gods?” He asked doubtfully. Aren’t gods born naturally?

“Of course. Otherwise, how do you think there is such a level as quasi-god?” the owner of the house replied.

"Won't there be more and more gods? The continent of Weir has a history of nearly ten thousand years, right?" And it seems that each god holds his own authority, so what should the new gods be responsible for?

As if considering that he would have to rely on Phil Gray to summon him to the human world in the future, the owner of the house patiently explained, "The main gods are all born by nature. There are only six main gods. I'm sure you all know that, but the subordinate gods are different. Subordinate gods were all favored by the main gods at the beginning, and then they were gradually promoted to subordinate gods. However, no new subordinate gods have been born for a long time. How difficult is it for a favored god to become a god? Not only do they need to pass a series of tests and trials, but they also need to be recognized by the main gods."

So that's how it is. Then, after becoming a follower, is his ultimate goal to become a god? If he masters the power of a god, can he return to Earth?

Phil Gray's heart was also vaguely excited, and he seemed to understand part of the owner's feelings.

And, he raised his wrist, "Is there only one Deathly Hallows?"

After the death of that quasi-god-level follower, there shouldn't be only a piece of bone left.

"There are more than a hundred Holy Death Stones, but most of them are in the hands of monarchs of various domains and will be rewarded to the undead under their command. That Death Knight is willing to give you such a precious thing and leave his aura to protect you. He must have a special relationship with you, right? But you don't know his identity yet, which is really strange!" The owner of the house glanced at Phil Gray.

Phil Gray recalled the scene when he met Wilder and his every move. He didn't feel like the big shot they talked about. Thinking of this, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Who is he?"