I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray ignored the reminder that the ear-words were completed. He ran to Eli worriedly and asked, "How is it?"

"Tsk, don't worry. Flowers and beauties are the only things you should not let down. Now just enjoy this beautiful golden butterfly flower... It should, should wither soon..."

Eli's gaze became distant, the voice in his ears became smaller and smaller, but the shadow still fell.

"No, how could the hero who saved our city die like this? Bishop, is there any way?" Melody asked sadly as she saw his vitality growing weaker and weaker.

"Flower of Life!" said Phil Gray and Bishop Morris at the same time.

"Back then, there was a Pope in the Church of Life who exhausted his divine power and life force in order to save his people. As a result, the God of Life gave him the Flower of Life..." Morris explained.

"Yes, the Life Church still owes him a Flower of Life..." Phil Gray looked at Bishop Morris anxiously, "Is there any way to get the Life Church to send a Flower of Life as soon as possible?"

"I'll try to contact Steven..." Morris replied. He used a paper crane to try to contact Steven, but even if he succeeded in getting the Flower of Life, how could he get it in such a short time?

Eli's life force was weakening. Melody took out some vitality-replenishing medicine from the space stone, but it didn't work.

"Let's take him to find him. If that doesn't work, we'll go to the East Continent..." Phil Gray couldn't bear to see his companion die in front of him.

But before he could finish his words, the last breath of life disappeared.

"No!"

Everyone present was filled with grief, but at this moment, the heart that should have been silent suddenly began beating violently again, but Eli's body was no longer full of vitality as usual, but full of death.

The dissipated divine power increased again, even surpassing the original level in an instant.

Everyone stared in amazement as Eli opened his eyes, only his pupils turned pure black. Only Phil Gray could feel that the divine power flowing in Eli's body was the same source as his.

That is the power of the God of Death!

How could a person favored by the God of Life become a person favored by the God of Death?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Huh? How come I'm still alive?" Eli's face was extremely pale, but he could feel his heart beating in his chest, again and again, strong and powerful, not like a soul separated from the body.

"Oh my God! This is unbelievable!"

"Is this the arrival of God? This is truly a miracle!"

Everyone except Phil Gray shouted in shock.

Eli stood up and felt unprecedented comfort, as if a wanderer who had been wandering for decades suddenly returned to his mother's arms.

He was stunned for a moment amid the exclamations of the crowd, staring at his pale palms in a daze.

Could it be that I can't escape the fate of death?

Phil Gray looked at him steadily, his eyes full of worry and concern.

"Okay, I'm fine, everyone is happy!" Eli smiled, and snapped his fingers, but there was no large field of blooming roses as he wished. Instead, a row of small skeletons the size of a palm broke out of the ground. They posed in various postures of swaying flowers, which looked inexplicably weird.

An awkward and silent atmosphere spread. Eli coughed and wanted to explain something, but was interrupted by a sudden hug.

Phil Gray truly hugged his partner, feeling the joy of regaining what he had lost, and Ernest also came over, excitement hidden in his determined eyes.

"No matter what, you are our partner."

Phil Gray said word by word.

Eli laughed, "Of course, you should be worried that I won't want you anymore. After all, I am now at the level of a divine revelation."

Of course Phil Gray felt it, but he suppressed his curiosity in his heart. Now was not the time to explain.

He suddenly became a Death God's Follower. Apart from himself who was also a Death God's Follower, no one else should have noticed it.

Whatever secret Eli was hiding, it couldn't be revealed to these other people.

"Bishop...we are coming!"

The sound of horse hooves could be heard, and someone behind him shouted at the top of his voice.

They turned around and saw that the leader of the group was City Lord Steven.

Steven jumped off his horse, and behind him were two old men, one wearing a robe of life and a ribbon inlaid with green gems tied on his forehead, while the other wore a golden robe and short boots with sun patterns printed on them.

It looks like they are all downgraded from God.

Although it came quickly, it was still a step late.

Phil Gray thought, if the Elder of Life had arrived a moment earlier, Eli would not have to make such a sacrifice. Although he was still alive, he must be very unhappy to have suddenly turned from a Favored One of Life into a Favored One of Death, right?

Bishop Morris walked up to the visitor and bowed slightly:

"Elder Wilbur, Elder Aubrey."

Wilbur of the Life Church nodded to him.

Aubrey did not answer him, but walked quickly to Melody's side, and his serious face finally relaxed a little, "Miss Melody, His Holiness the Pope has received your message and expressed great concern. He specially sent me here. Are you okay?"

Melody shook her head. "I'm fine, Elder Aubrey. I'm sure City Lord Steven has already told you what happened here."

"Yes, but it seems to me that everything has returned to normal?" Wherever Aubrey looked, the people in the city were healthy and lively, and they had not turned into zombies as Steven described.

"Well, His Royal Highness the Holy Son and his friends saved the city..." Melody carefully recounted what happened just now, and then pointed behind her, "By the way, I haven't introduced our Holy Son to you yet... Eh? Where is he?"

She turned around and saw only Eli smiling innocently, Ernest who was silent, and Tracy and Angelo who were whispering beside them.

The Son of God has long disappeared.

"His Highness just said that he was a little hungry and went to find something to eat first." Ernest explained in a serious manner. His upright temperament made his words more credible.

But everyone present felt confused, but didn't say much.

Wilbur, the elder of the Church of Life, had just been observing the residents of the city. He walked up to Eli and frowned, "How did you do it? I don't think you are a favored one of my God."

The smile in Eli's eyes completely disappeared when someone from the Church of Life questioned his identity for the first time. "Elder, this is my secret. I'm sorry I can't speak it out, but a moment ago, I was indeed the most devout follower of the God of Life."