I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Let me see where you can run. Do you want to be hung on a tree like those people?" The man ran towards her ferociously with a whip in his hand.

She recalled the bodies hanging upside down on the trees, their eyes wide open and covered with scars, as if they had experienced something extremely cruel before they died.

But she had no choice, she had to leave here, she also wanted to see her brother.

She ran forward desperately, leaving the plantation gate and the hideous-looking man behind her. Her feet were already bleeding from being rubbed by stones and sharp weeds, leaving a winding trail of blood.

Plantations did not provide shoes for slaves.

"Cough cough." She started coughing violently. Her frail body couldn't withstand such high-intensity travel.

"You're too weak, aren't you? You can't even catch a little girl!"

A strong voice came from behind her, followed by heavy footsteps. She didn't dare to look back, but she knew that she had joined the pursuers.

"what!"

A stone hit her waist, and she fell to the ground, tears flowing silently. She knew that she might never see her brother again.

……

Phil Gray came down the hill and nearer the plantation, wondering whether to rush in directly to see if Patrick and the boy's sister were there, or to disguise himself.

There couldn't possibly be no God-favored people in such a large plantation. If there were many high-level God-favored people, there was a high probability that I would just be giving myself away to be killed.

"What are you hesitating about? Why don't you just go in?" Frank showed up.

Phil Gray then remembered that there was a ghost hiding beside him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Frank, please help me go in and investigate."

"Hmph, coward, can't the two of us do anything to a plantation on a small island?" Frank said disdainfully, and then his figure disappeared again. Phil Gray knew that he had agreed to it.

It is better to be cautious in everything, but why doesn't this Mr. Frank seem like the member of the Light of Wisdom as he imagined? Shouldn't the believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom be able to plan and strategize like those counselors on Earth?

After becoming a undead, not only did you lose your original skills, but you also lost some of your wisdom?

Phil Gray was thinking wildly until he saw a tall and thin man carrying a girl on his shoulders and another fat man singing behind him, looking very heroic and confident.

He extended his greasy hands towards the girl's body. The girl carried on his shoulders was motionless, and it was unknown whether she was alive or dead. Their destination was the plantation not far away.

Phil Gray hesitated for a moment, but his conscience overcame his idea of ​​hiding. He threw two flying blades, accurately cutting through the legs of the two men. They fell to the ground with a wail of pain.

He took the opportunity to rush forward and helped the girl up, but she was pale and unconscious.

The two men got up angrily and were about to curse when they heard a loud roar coming from the direction of the plantation, and the whole earth seemed to shake.

"earthquake?"

Phil Gray looked in the direction of the plantation and saw thick black smoke rising and an inaudible noisy sound.

problem occurs?

Could it be that Mr. Frank did something?

"Who are you?" the fat man asked viciously, but the man next to him was not paying attention here and kept looking towards the plantation.

"Are you from the plantation?"

Phil Gray had just asked the question, but before he could get an answer, he saw two colorful birds flying over and pecking at the two men's faces.

They cried out, fell to the ground, and felt another violent vibration from the direction of the plantation, but the damn birds continued to peck at their faces.

"Well, the unfortunate side effect has taken effect." Phil Gray smiled. No one knew what was happening on the plantation right now. It was a time of chaos, so it was a good opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

But what about this girl?

Still unconscious, he glanced at the two men who were being pecked by birds. If he left her behind, who knows what they would do next. After thinking for a while, he took out a few ropes from the space and hung them on the tree in the resentful eyes of the two men.

"That's good!" Phil Gray clapped his hands, put the girl on a soft grass again, and covered her body with some weeds. "I'll go see what happened in the plantation and come back to find you."

He trotted in the direction of the plantation, where thick smoke was billowing, as if it was on fire.

The gate was open and no one was guarding it, so he slipped into the garden. It seemed that tea was grown in this area, but he was not sure, as he knew very little about plants.

"Run! This is a good opportunity! They are in a hurry to put out the fire and will definitely not care about us!"

"No, no, we haven't figured out what's going on yet. If we get caught, we'll be doomed."

Two female voices were discussing how to escape. They should be the female workers picking tea here. Then several men came running over in a panic.

"What's the matter? What happened over there? Is there a fire?" asked the female voice.

"Let's run away! The second young master has brought pirates to rob our plantation. The owner has been kidnapped. We should run away as soon as we can and let them fight each other." The man said with a smile, and then ran towards the gate.

"Pirates?" Two female voices exclaimed at the same time, followed by the sound of them hurriedly fleeing.

Oh? Pirates are coming to rob the plantation?

How could it be so strange? Are all the pirates here so blatant? Although the plantation was not a good thing either.

Phil Gray continued to walk inside. The black smoke became thicker and thicker, accompanied by the sound of fighting.

"Hey, you're here too. What a wonderful scene! I wish I could draw it with a pen."

Frank's voice rang in his ears.

"Were they pirates? Did they set the fire?"

"It's not a fire, it's a weapon. Do you know about artillery? I just eavesdropped on their conversation and found out that the gate of the Creation God Cult is about to be broken down again." Frank sighed, "Even ordinary people can use it. I don't know if this is good or bad for the God's favored ones. Such a powerful force can rival our skills."

Of course he knew that nuclear weapons have been developed on Earth.

Phil Gray couldn't help but marvel once again at the magic of the craftsmen of the Creation God Cult. In a world that focuses on divine power, they can still develop thermal weapons. I wonder how powerful the cannons blessed by divine power will be?