I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Before leaving, the bishop and the city lord took away the Knights of Dawn from Numas City. It is indeed a good choice for us to go find them. At least it can ensure the safety of His Royal Highness the Son of God and Miss Melody." Pastor Hodgson wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said.

"Okay, Nanmili City is still some distance away from here, so just follow me." A golden light shone brightly on Miss Melody's slender jade fingers, and a golden carriage appeared on the spot.

The carriage was large enough to accommodate all the people present. Four horses pulled the exquisitely carved carriage, with flames burning on the horses' hooves, which looked extraordinary. The gauze curtains were decorated with a sun pattern embroidered with gold thread. Through the gauze curtains, one could see the comfortable seats and the dazzling golden crystals on the seats, which reminded Phil Gray of Apollo's sun chariot in Greek mythology on Earth.

The Dawn Divine Cult is indeed rich.

He admired it in his heart, but heard Miss Melody say to him apologetically: "This car was originally prepared for His Royal Highness the Saint Son. Now we can only use it together."

Huh? For him?

This unexpected surprise brought some relief to his overly sad mood. He shook his head and said, "It's okay. It's more important to hurry on. I don't mind."

As the group was about to get into the luxurious vehicle of the Holy Son, they heard the sound of two people talking not far behind them.

"what is that?"

"Hey! Is that a living person over there?"

"seems like it."

Walking towards them were a young man with a cane and a middle-aged man. The young man's right foot seemed to be disabled, while the middle-aged man had a sharp kitchen knife on his waist and was wearing the robe of a priest of the God of Food.

"That's Chef Alvis? And his nephew, the young man who came here to do business. I forgot his name." Pastor Hodgson recognized the person and said in surprise.

"I'm Clement, Uncle Hodgson." The young man said. He could hardly suppress his excitement when he saw so many living people in this place full of zombies.

Phil Gray took a look at them. The divine power of these two people was sufficient and seemed to be of remarkable level. No wonder they were able to survive.

"It's great that you are still alive. I thought there was no one alive in the city." Hodgson sighed.

"What exactly happened? How come everyone around me turned into zombies overnight?" Alvis asked worriedly.

They all shook their heads, and no one could explain what had happened.

"We are going to look for the city lord and the bishop, what about you?" asked Pastor Hodgson.

"We plan to return to our respective churches. If possible, we will ask for support from our respective churches." Alves and his nephew looked at each other and said helplessly. The shops of the God of Food Cult and the Church of Commerce in the city of Numas were completely wiped out. Except for their two high-profile followers, the rest of the employees became one of the confused zombies inside.

"Okay, thank you." Pastor Hodgson bowed slightly to them, with a bit of shame and anger on his face. Before this, the Dawn Church had never encountered such a situation.

It's a slap in the face of the First Religion of Weir.

After a round of greetings, they said goodbye, and Phil Gray and a few others got on a carriage and headed towards the city of Nanmily. The speed of the carriage was much faster than that of a large train, and the horses' hooves stepped over the rugged mountain roads and streams as if they were walking on flat ground.

Before the sun reached the middle of the sky, they saw the walls of Nanmile.

"I didn't see any people along the way," said Pastor Hodgson. The villages he passed by were deathly silent. Not to mention the farmers carrying hoes as they did in the past, even the expected zombies were not seen.

Phil Gray did not respond to his words, because the moment he saw the city of Nanmily, an old whisper rang in his ears: "Push away the fog of the plague and see the dawn of life again."

Is this the motto of the daytime prophet?

Before he could comprehend the meaning of the motto, he heard a cold and low voice again: "Purify the polluted souls and expel the source of evil..."

Phil Gray was a little surprised that the mottos of the two gods appeared at the same time. Was the mission they were talking about the same one?

Solve the current zombie crisis in the city?

If he resolves this event, will both maxims be considered fulfilled at the same time?

"Epidemic"? So this incident was not done by the followers of the God of Death, and it has nothing to do with the undead?

It seems that the person who created the epidemic is highly suspected.

The source of evil? The contaminated undead?

Phil Gray thought deeply, but still had no clue.

He raised his head and looked into the distance. Although the city of Nanmili was under the sunlight, it seemed to be in shadow, with a faint breath of death.

When they arrived at the city gate, they pushed open the heavy door, but the scene inside was not quite what they had expected.

The blood on the street had dried and turned black, the broken limbs gave off a foul smell, and there were maggots, mosquitoes and flies everywhere, making everyone who came in feel nauseous.

But there was no trace of zombies. They searched the entire city casually, but found no trace of zombies except for traces left on the ground.

Nanmili City, like Numas City, is a small city close to the border of Dawn, but it also has at least 10,000 people. Now, they seem to have evaporated into thin air!

"What is this?" Hodgson pointed at the strange symbols painted on the wall. The symbols were extremely bizarre and at first glance, they even made people feel dizzy and filled with inexplicable fear.

"It's here too." Phil Gray kicked away some messy items and saw the same symbols on the ground. These symbols were drawn in blood and looked quite creepy.

"Are these the symbols of the God of Death's subordinate gods?" Phil Gray asked, because there was always a vague sense of familiarity.

"These symbols seem to be similar to the symbols of the God of Hunger, the God of Plague, the God of Disease, and the God of Disaster, and they seem to be fused together, but they are not any of them. If you look closely, they are completely different." Eli shook his head.

This is strange. In the previous supernatural events, the ones involved were all known gods and their followers who were causing trouble. But now, what is going on with this unknown fusion symbol? Does it mean that the followers of these gods are all involved?

It is also possible that this cannot be achieved with the power of one party alone.

Several guesses flashed through Phil Gray's mind, but he felt the ground beneath his feet shaking.

Da da da!

The vibration of the ground became stronger and stronger. He looked up and saw a group of cavalrymen running towards them. They were wearing golden armor and the horses under their crotch were stepping on golden flames.

The two leaders are Bishop Morris and City Lord Steven!

This is the Knights of the Dawn from the city of Numas!

Everyone present felt relieved instantly, and Phil Gray also breathed a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

"Your Highness, Miss Melody, why are you here?" Morris jumped off the horse and asked in confusion.

Phil Gray glanced at the bishop and City Lord Steven, not knowing what to say to them, but Tracy could no longer restrain himself. He rushed forward and cried to Morris, "Uncle, your city is finished!"

"What do you mean?" Morris's expression changed with Steven's. He grabbed Tracy's collar and said, "Speak clearly."

Tracy stammered as she recounted what had happened in the city, and Reverend Hodgson made appropriate additions.

The two of them were stunned. Steven frowned and said, "I thought the incident in Nanmili City was not simple. I didn't expect that Numas City would also be harmed."

Morris suppressed the grief in his heart and said in a deep voice to the people who had just arrived: "We searched the entire Nanmili City and found a letter left by the Lord of Nanmili. The letter said that he, the bishop and the only two remaining Dawn Knights were defending the city. During this period, they wanted to pass on information and wait for rescue. As a result, they were intercepted by a group of black-clad warlocks. Those people set up a strange formation in the whole city, which was full of strange runes. Did you see it? These are them."

He then gnashed his teeth and said, "At the end of the letter, the Lord of Nanmili said he would rush out of the city and report to the Holy See, but the Holy See has not received any news in two or three days, and now Nanmili City has become an empty city again. The outcome of the matter can be imagined."

Formations? Runes? Could it be that all the lives in this city were sacrificed to some god?

Phil Gray thought to himself that based on the advice given to him by the Day Prophet and previous speculation, these people who temporarily turned into zombies were infected with some kind of disease and could recover, so this possibility existed.

"Almost overnight, everyone turned into zombies. What kind of power is needed to do that?" Melody closed her eyes. As the daughter of the Pope, she had a natural sense of responsibility for the Church of the Dawn. But now, the believers and the cities under its jurisdiction had suffered casualties, and she was powerless to do anything.

"If it is a disease, it can indeed spread very quickly, especially through the air. But if it is transmitted through the air, then how come Tracy is okay? Among us, except for him, we are all eye-catching. Our physical fitness is completely different from that of ordinary people. It is reasonable that he is not easily infected. But what about him?" Phil Gray muttered to himself, and a glance at Tracy made the latter shiver with fear.

"Apart from air, what else could move so fast..." Phil Gray's brain was working rapidly, and his eyes scanned the surroundings aimlessly until he saw a river running through the city in the distance.

He asked hurriedly:

"Bishop Morris, do the residents of Nanmili City all drink water from the same source? Is it the same for our city of Numas?"