I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Snarling werewolves also appeared, their eyes dull, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, waving their claws and pouncing towards them.

Phil Gray put on a pair of white gloves, but they were not gloves formed from the right hands of any dead man, but just ordinary gloves to conceal his skills.

Fortunately, he put some white gloves in the space when he was stocking up on clothes, just in case.

The Fate Blade was thrown out, accurately cutting the werewolf's throat.

"Your skills can be used again?" Leopold exclaimed after fending off the undead.

Phil Gray smiled without saying a word. With the blessing of the Holy Stone of Death, he threw the Fate Blade without hesitation, and werewolves fell one after another.

They quickened their pace.

Finally, when they reached a certain critical point, all the undead disappeared in an instant.

Phil Gray took a breath and glanced at Leopold, who was also exhausted. "The undead are gone. Are we almost there?"

But there was still darkness ahead, with no light at all.

Leopold shook his head to indicate that he didn't know either.

At this moment, they felt a terrifying breath, and depressed and low emotions surged into their hearts. The silence around them made Phil Gray only hear his own heartbeat.

But he unconsciously felt a surge of anger again. Realizing that his emotions were affected, Phil Gray tried his best to calm himself down.

Leopold held the bone sword upright in front of him in a defensive stance.

A figure suddenly appeared, floating in the air. One side of his face was black and the other was white. He was wearing a common dress for nobles, and his golden hair was full of the scent of sunshine, which made him look out of place in this corridor of death.

His eyes were just white, without pupils, and he seemed to be a soul that had lost its intelligence.

"What is this?"

Phil Gray stared at the figure closely. This guy was no match for that group of undead. Could he be the big boss of this Corridor of Death?

The person floating in the air slowly raised his hand, and a golden light descended from the sky, turning into a beam of light that enveloped them.

How can this be?

How could there be undead in the Corridor of Death who could use the power of Dawn?

Aren’t the undead and the dawn naturally opposed?

Phil Gray looked at the guy who attacked them in disbelief.

What exactly is that?

Leopold's skeleton was burned by the beam, but he felt no pain. He kept slashing at the beam with his bone sword. He said in annoyance, "Why haven't I heard of such undead in the Corridor of Death?"

"He must have been a big figure in the Cult of the Dawn before he died accidentally in the Corridor of Death and became one of the demented undead." Phil Gray speculated.

Then his eyes widened as he saw a golden fireball rushing towards Leopold. His bone sword failed to block it and he was knocked to the ground.

"Hiss... This guy is a bit difficult to deal with." Leopold struggled to get up from the ground, but more golden fireballs were thrown at them.

He wielded the bone sword and tried hard to block, breaking up a few of the attacks for Phil Gray, but a few still hit him.

He fell down again.

And he looked like he was not doing well.

Several fireballs hit him one after another, but it seemed that there were no fireballs on his side.

How to do?

Is it that the undead of the Dawn Cult still retains some consciousness and is deliberately targeting Leopold?

Phil Gray frowned and looked at the figure in the middle. He decided to try a different approach, otherwise he, Leopold, would have to stay here forever.

He took a deep look at the big skeleton on the ground, "Give me something from Frank, and I will end my summons to you."

"What?" Leopold was confused. He tried hard to get up, but one of his leg bones was broken by the fireball.

"I want to try other methods. You don't have to worry about me. Don't worry, just leave it to me."

"Okay." Leopold hesitated for a moment, but still chose to believe this somewhat mysterious human. Someone who was valued by the Death Knight must have other means.

A small iron box was thrown towards Phil Gray, and the moment he took it, he ended the summons to Leopold.

The disappearance of the big skeleton stopped the continuous fireballs.

But the beam began to converge, still enveloping Phil Gray.

The undead floating in the space seemed curious about the sudden disappearance of the big skeleton. He flew down and stopped in front of Phil Gray.

Phil Gray looked at his all-white eyes and strange face, suppressed the horrible feeling of oppression, took out the emblem given to him by Vincent from the space, and then input divine power.

The emblem emitted a faint golden light, like a tiny flame in the darkness that would be extinguished by the slightest disturbance.

However, it was this flame that made the undead in front of him stand still.

"Are you a senior of the Dawn Cult?" Phil Gray asked.

But the undead did not answer. He no longer had any intelligence and was unable to react to his words.

He stopped attacking simply because he was familiar with the power of the Dawn Cult, and it was an instinctive reaction left over from his previous life.

The beam of light gradually disappeared, but the undead still stared at him with its white eyes.

With a sigh, Phil Gray showed him the sun mark on his wrist and activated the mark with his divine power.

The mark emitted flickering golden light, which dispelled the darkness like the morning light and became a small sun in the corridor of death.

The undead's body began to tremble violently, his expression began to twist and struggle, and it was unknown whether he felt pain.

He stretched out his hand, as if wanting to touch the light.

The pale palm was burned black by the light.

No one knows who he was in the Dawn Cult when he was alive. Even after death, he still had such strong strength and could use the power of the Dawn as an undead. Then why did he die in this corridor of death?

Although Phil Gray was full of curiosity about this undead ghost, his time was limited, so he could only ignore it and hurry on his way.

He glanced at the undead, then turned around. He kept activating the Sun Mark to light the way ahead for himself, then trotted off in an unknown direction.

He didn't know whether there were no more undead in this area, or the Sun Mark helped him scare away the undead. He ran for a long time without seeing any other undead. It was unusually smooth.

"Huh——" How long is the road?

Phil Gray wiped the sweat off his face. He wanted to take a break, but when he stopped and turned to look behind him, he saw the pair of white eyes again.

The undead spirit of the Dawn Cult was floating quietly behind him, as if it was following him!