I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The men in black naturally noticed their arrival, and one of them chanted a strange whisper. In an instant, yellow-green smoke filled the air, and the shrill cries of crows were heard, and everyone present felt a trance.

I suddenly felt mentally exhausted, as if I had worked all day or had just had a serious illness, and I couldn't muster any strength.

"Three at the divine revelation level?" Morris narrowed his eyes. Among these dozens of men in black, there were actually three at the divine revelation level. The skills they jointly displayed affected such a large area.

The golden staff in his hand gently formed a sun shape, and golden ripples spread out layer by layer with him as the center, dispersing the yellow-green smoke.

"It's all false after all!"

He rushed forward fiercely, and the Dawn Knights behind him formed a skilled pentagram battle formation. Their swords and armor shone with golden light in the sun, forming a huge phantom of the sun.

The men in black started fighting with them, and the three divine revelation-level followers fought hard with Morris and the Dawn Knights.

Melody, Phil Gray and others who had recovered from their weakened state also stepped forward to help and fight with the other men in black.

"These people are too good at poisoning, aren't they?" Tracy squatted on the ground pitifully. As the only worshipper below the attention level, he had almost no way to resist the endless poisonous fog. Red spots appeared on his face and his skin turned blue and white. If it weren't for Eli, the worshipper of life, who threw him some detoxifying flower petals from time to time, he would have died young.

"It's almost over!" Phil Gray whispered.

These men in black are all followers of the god of disease or plague. They are very good at secretly poisoning, but their individual combat capabilities are not that good. The three followers of God's Revelation were trapped in the golden cage summoned by Morris, and the flames ignited from the soles of their feet burned their skin red.

"Even this punishment is not even one-tenth of the suffering endured by the people of my city." Morris's low voice was filled with anger.

The outcome seems to have been decided.

However, at this moment, all the black-clothed people present suddenly began to twitch, blood oozing out of their pores, their entire bodies almost dissolving into blood, and the three divine revelation-level followers trapped in the golden cage smiled as if they were relieved, and chanted in unison:

"Pain and death are what we seek. Great xx, please enjoy these bodies and souls that are infected with disease and disaster..."

The sound from xx was extremely vague, and it did not sound like the name of a god they had ever heard of.

The blood of these men in black spontaneously gathered at the strange symbols on the ground, and the weird formation was being completed at an extremely fast speed.

"Oh no! What should we do?" Melody screamed.

"To dispel the plague from the residents, this magic circle cannot sacrifice healthy and complete lives and souls!" Morris said, but his old face was full of despair. In such an emergency situation, how could he quickly dispel the plague from the residents in the city and save the souls of those who died from the plague?

Steven, Steven, why are you so slow? You are just looking for a life elder and he hasn’t arrived yet in half a day!

He had already forgotten that most of the followers of the Church of Life were not on the same continent as them, not to mention the elders of a religion. Searching for them here would be like looking for a needle in a haystack!

At this tense moment, the people who were protecting the Son of God came out.

"Let me try."

Eli spoke up. As the only one favored by the God of Life present, he was the only one with the ability to dispel disease.

"You? Although I am very grateful that you saved me just now, you are at most a noticeable level, right? There are residents all over the city!" Tracy curled his lips, his heart full of regret. He shouldn't have gone to the Dawn School, nor should he come to find his uncle. He really wanted to go back to the countryside and pick flowers and fruits in the fields with his mother.

"Hmph, you annoying guy, how about I let you take a look?"

Eli smiled slightly, and a black flower appeared in his hand. The flower was full of a strong breath of life, but the flower itself looked a little eerie. These two auras of life and death were perfectly integrated together.

"It's my first time trying it, so I don't know how it tastes." After swallowing the petals, he closed his eyes:

"The Fountain of Life!"

The green life force spread out, sweeping the entire city with unstoppable momentum. This was totally unlike the power that a high-ranking follower could release. Its power was close to that of a downgraded god!

"How is this possible?" Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Eli?"

Phil Gray had a vague sense of foreboding that possessing great power would inevitably come at a great price.

"I can only heal their bodies, their souls still depend on you!" Eli chuckled, but his voice was a little weak, and the life force continued to spread from his body.

Soul, Phil Gray pursed his lips. After arriving in the city of Numas, he felt the breath of the dead and saw the souls of the residents who had died completely. However, the souls of those residents in the city had the same flesh and blood ties as those on the statues, which spread from their souls to unknown places like umbilical cords. This should be the pollution mentioned in the motto of the God of Death, right?

But how to purify it?

He was extremely anxious. What should he do? He couldn't let the team down.

Try this!

Phil Gray had a flash of inspiration. He manipulated the flame of the sun to burn directly at the flesh and blood ties of their souls. It actually worked!

If the undead do not show up on their own initiative, only the followers of the God of Death can see them. In the eyes of others, it is just His Royal Highness the Son of God setting fire to the sky.

Of course, with the perception of those favored by God, they could feel the breath of the undead, and they also knew that the Son of God was purifying those souls.

"We can't even help..." Hodgson said frustratedly, and everyone else also felt powerless.

The breath of life released by Eli was so rich that the gray skin of the zombies soaked in the breath gradually turned to normal color, and their stiff joints gradually became flexible.

Under the nourishment of this life force, new sprouts emerged from the cracked brick and stone ground in the city. The strange symbols and formations were covered by the grown leaves and grass. The dark-colored blood also became the nourishment of these plants.

"The formation is gone! Great!"

Melody cheered as she looked towards the inhabitants, who were regaining their vitality and would soon be indistinguishable from normal humans.

Phil Gray was still trying to purify those polluted undead souls. Fortunately, he had the Holy Stone of Death to replenish his divine power so that he would not be exhausted.

There aren't many undead souls left to be purified, so I just need to try harder, he thought to himself, but when he turned around, he saw Eli's haggard face.

My heart tightened, I forgot all the tiredness, and sped up the purification process.

"Ahem." Eli looked back at him and coughed, "I'll be fine soon!"

The tender buds that broke through the soil grew at a very fast speed, the leaves stretched out, and even cute flower buds grew.

"They're recovered!" Tracy shouted in surprise.

"Yeah, that's great!" Morris and Hodgson looked at the familiar faces excitedly.

They were cheering and rejoicing. The broken limbs miraculously grew out, and the scars and pain were healed. Although the dead could not be resurrected, the living were full of hope!

They actually successfully saved this dying city!

Phil Gray breathed a sigh of relief and waved to all the purified souls. They made their own choices and headed towards the Kingdom of Life.

"Thank you. For now, you have to protect the boss for a while." Eli said weakly. His body was caught by Ernest beside him when he fell.

Ernest frowned. He felt his partner's vitality was rapidly dissipating. That was his own vitality.

Suddenly, a golden and dreamy light enveloped the entire city.

"Oh, did you see it? That's the golden butterfly flower. It turns out to be the flower of hope. I actually found it one day... It grows in hope, no wonder it has never seen any shadows..." Eli pointed to the streets in the city in surprise with his remaining strength.

As they looked, under the bright sunshine, the newly grown flower buds in the city were blooming one after another. The golden petals were so dazzling and beautiful, like butterflies spreading their wings and ready to fly.