I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Bishop Morris was stunned for a moment, then frowned. Two days of fatigue and the bad news from the city had caused spider-web-like wrinkles to appear in the corners of his eyes and face. "Yes, the drinking water of Nanmili City comes from the Mnisla River. This river and its tributaries just pass through the entire city. The residents of Nanmili City usually get water directly from there, while the drinking water of the residents of our Numas City comes from the Sisa River, which is introduced into the city through a special waterway. So do you suspect that it is caused by the water source?"

Phil Gray nodded. "Apart from drinking water, I can't think of any other possibilities. It's impossible for all those people who live in seclusion to become zombies in the middle of the night just by blood transmission after a bite. And water is something everyone drinks."

Angelo echoed, "Oh my god, what His Royal Highness said makes a lot of sense. Those of us who survived are all at the eye-catching level. We have plenty of divine power in our bodies and can purify the diseases in the water. That's why we didn't become zombies. You are so smart!"

Eli realized that his words had been overtaken, and looked at the pretentious noble in front of him with some dissatisfaction, but Angelo didn't seem to notice.

Tracy on the side exclaimed, his eyes widened. "So that's how it is. Yesterday morning, I was jealous of His Royal Highness the Saint Son and felt very uncomfortable. I drank more than ten bottles of wine and passed out. I was not awakened until Angelo woke me up. I did not drink the water in the city. We were supposed to go back to the headquarters together this morning. Uncle, I don't have the strength of a remarkable level, and I almost became a zombie..."

He held Maurice's arm and almost cried.

Morris coughed, indicating that he didn't need to say out loud what he felt in his heart about hating the Son of God, and then patted his shoulder in comfort. "You managed to escape this disaster because of the Daytime Prophet's favor. You can no longer complain about the Son of God in the future."

Phil Gray didn't want to argue with him about this, so he suggested verifying this guess first and seeing the situation on the other side of the river.

And they must return to Numas City. With its strange and evil symbols and life-sacrificing formations, no one can guarantee whether Numas City will become the next Nanmili City.

They hurried to the Mnisla River, which ran through the center of the city. There were some wooden barrels placed on the stone roads on both sides. It seemed that people often drew water here. The river water was extremely clear and there was nothing unusual on the surface.

Bishop Morris closed his eyes, but they emitted a faint golden light, and then slowly swept across the river. He must be using his skills to detect it.

Phil Gray stared at the river, feeling that the water was attracting him. He squatted down and immersed his hands in the water. He immediately felt a strange force entwined around his fingertips. At the same time, an unknown panic surged in his heart. The force was like many ants biting his hands, sucking his vitality.

He quickly pulled his hand away, "There's something really strange about this river water!"

After being separated from the river water, only a trace of the strange power wrapped around his hand remained, and then it completely disappeared after he activated the power of the dawn.

"There's something at the bottom of the river."

As soon as Morris finished speaking, he jumped directly into the river. Phil Gray had no time to stop him and could only shout to him, "Bishop, be careful! This river water will corrode your vitality!"

Morris swam towards the center of the river. "It's not the water that's the problem. It's the things in the river that are the problem."

The others followed Morris on the shore until he reached a certain point and then slowly dived into the river.

Tracy's eyes showed her worry for her uncle.

Fortunately, within a few minutes, Morris jumped out. A layer of golden divine power flashed across his body. His wet clothes dried instantly, and the strange power also disappeared.

Everyone saw that he was holding a wooden sculpture in his hand.

"What is this?" Melody asked in surprise.

Morris showed the sculpture in his hand, which was very strange.

It looked like two humanoid monsters were hugging each other tightly, connected by sticky red flesh and blood. There were also strange runes on their faces and bodies that were the same as those on the ground in Nanmili City.

"The source of evil? Is it the culprit that polluted the river and caused those people to turn into zombies?" asked Phil Gray.

"Yes, it will emit plague and spread through the river water. I have sealed it temporarily. And didn't you notice? Those hugging each other are not humans, but two gods!" Morris's hands holding the sculpture could not help but tremble. For the first time, fear spread to the heart of this bishop who was over seventy years old.

"God?"

Amid the surprised and puzzled expressions of the crowd, Morris explained: "The one on the left is Eni, the god of disease, and the one on the right is Beata, the god of plague. They are both subordinate gods of the god of death."

It turns out that the gods of disease worship and epidemic makers look like this. They are so twisted and look sick. No wonder the believers are so perverted.

This was the first time Phil Gray saw the appearance of these two gods.

"Then why are they hugging each other?" Melody asked puzzledly. She really couldn't figure out the meaning of this sculpture. Did it represent the union of two gods?

Did they or their followers create this zombie incident together?

"The relationship between these two gods is not very good." Morris said slowly, "Back then, there were not many positions for subordinate gods left by the God of Death. The authority over disease and plague should have been given to only one subordinate god. Eni and Beata, two followers who were still quasi-gods at the time, fought fiercely for the position of the subordinate god. But later, for some reason, they divided the position of the subordinate god equally. One became the God of Plague and the other became the God of Disease. However, the authority they held was highly overlapping, so the stories that have been passed down are all about their disagreements."

"How could there be a statue of two gods who dislike each other hugging each other? Was it done by their followers without their permission?" Melody's doubts were still not resolved. Morris shook his head. No one knew the meaning of this statue.

"What is this flesh and blood carved on it? It connects these two gods like a bond. And what is this strange symbol? I have never seen it in all these years." Steven searched his mind for the books he had read in the library of the Dawn Cult, but found nothing.

"Now is not the time to solve the mystery. I will collect the statue and hand it over to the Pope. Our current mission is to rush back to Numas City and stop them from sacrificing the city's residents to any gods. Since it has been confirmed that they became like that due to illness, they must have a way to recover. To deal with the disease, we naturally need the Church of Life. Lord Steven, I will take them to the city to stop those people. You go find a Life Elder as soon as possible." Morris instructed Lord Steven.

"it is good."

Steven rode away with a Dawn Knight. Phil Gray didn't know where they would go to find the elders of the Church of Life, but they must have their own ways.

Looking at Steven's receding back, it was time for them to set off back to Numas City.

Phil Gray looked at the desolate and pitiful city, which was slowly reduced to nothing but its back, and felt a little emotional. By the way, the motto of the God of Death was for him to purify the polluted undead souls.

But where are the dead? The whole city is empty, without a trace of the dead.

Did they all go to the Abyss of the Dead? But how could I purify them? Wouldn't I have to go to the Abyss to purify them?

Phil Gray frowned. The God of Death would not issue such a maxim. Perhaps the souls that needed to be purified were in the city of Numas.

……

They did not dare to delay for a moment and rushed to the city of Numas with all their might.

Standing on the city wall and looking inside, the whole city was filled with a bloody atmosphere. Fortunately, the residents in the city were still there, and since they had all turned into zombies, they had stopped biting each other and were wandering aimlessly in the city.

"Look there!" Melody exclaimed.

Several men in black were scattered on several different streets. They carved strange symbols with fresh blood on the ground. Those symbols were forming an unknown magic circle, and now, this magic circle had taken shape!

"We have to stop them!" Morris jumped down from the city wall with several Dawn Knights. A sun road paved with golden light appeared under their feet, directly connecting to the men in black.