I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"It's Elder Nancy." Phil Gray stopped. There were already chairs arranged in the square, about three or four circles, enough to seat several hundred people. Of course, these were all prepared for church members and nobles.

Some civilians stood on the periphery, looking around and talking.

Elder Nancy stood in the middle of the square, leaning on a cane.

On her side was a square pool made of stones, with a side length of about two or three meters. The clear water was as calm as waves.

Seeing Phil Gray coming, she nodded kindly to them, then waved her cane, and golden light merged into the pool, and then the water surface rolled and boiled.

"Oh my God! What happened?"

"A miracle?"

"My day prophet!"

Compared to the restlessness outside, the priests and nobles inside remained unmoved. Phil Gray sat next to Miss Melody and asked in a low voice: "Isn't this exposing the existence of the God-favored Ones to the common people?"

He still remembered some of the rules for those favored by God, including that they could not reveal themselves in front of ordinary people.

Melody smiled and shook her head. “In fact, within the scope of Dawn, many ordinary people already know about the existence of the God-favored Ones, and those who don’t know are also familiar with the existence of some magical things. They only think that they are miracles bestowed by the gods, and they believe in the gods even more.

This time, the residents of the two cities of Dawn have turned into strange zombies, with heavy casualties. The war against the plague makers has also begun. The methods used by those sects are so strange that the people can't help but feel uneasy and afraid. Father wants them to see the bravery of our Dawn Knights and that we have enough power to fight back, so that they can feel at ease and gather more faith. "

Phil Gray nodded, as if that made some sense.

The violent churning finally stopped, and a picture appeared on the water.

It was a team of marching knights, their eyes were firm, their golden armor was polished to a shine, and the sun mark on their chest was so dazzling.

The leader was an old man with bronze arms exposed. He looked quite old, with white, slightly curly hair sticking out from under his armor a little, and some white stubble at the corners of his mouth. However, he was full of vigor and his eyes were fierce, and the spear in his hand seemed to poke a hole in the sky.

"This is Captain Upton of the Knights of the Dawn. He wanted to meet you, too, but he was sent away by my father before you came to the City of Light," Melody explained.

“He looks amazing.”

"Of course, Uncle Upton can be said to be the strongest fighter in Chenxi. Even father may not be able to beat him." Melody stuck out her tongue and said without hesitation.

Directly send out the strongest fighter?

How can those who created the epidemic have any room for resistance?

No wonder they had to broadcast it live. The top fighting force of their own church destroyed those evil believers with great ease along the way. The originally strange power was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in front of the leader of the God-demoted Dawn. Who wouldn't be excited when seeing this?

"Don't you think we're making a big fuss? Father said this is the first battle in the Weir Continent in a hundred years, and it was initiated by us, Dawn, so we must win beautifully. Moreover, we may not only face them, but we may also be blocked by the Church of War and the Church of the Dead."

"Oh, I see. I see." He was just "worried" that the war would end before the people from other churches formed the Dawn Alliance.

However, these evil churches have been able to survive several suppression attempts, so they must be quite capable. Plus with the involvement of the Church of War and the Church of the Dead, it probably won't end so quickly.

What’s important is not the attack in the initial stage. It is more difficult to deal with their scattering and counterattack in the later stage, which requires the cooperation of churches from all over the world.

"Also, it seems like you've been calling the Pope "Father" directly all day long, but you didn't do that before." Phil Gray asked curiously.

"Hmm? You noticed. Actually, our relationship has always been cold. I knew I was very angry after he sent Vincent out yesterday, so I went to find him this morning. He promised me that he would discuss our marriage with his family when Vincent came back, and he opened his heart to me and talked for a long time. I felt that he could still take care of my feelings at such a critical moment. Maybe I misunderstood him before." Melody said with a smile between her eyebrows.

"He agreed to you being together?"

"Of course, the obstacle between us has not always been my father, but Vincent. He is too enthusiastic about the development of the religion and has no time to care about feelings. If he was not truly sincere and had no intention of becoming Pope, I would have suspected that he was eager to replace my father." Melody couldn't help but complain.

"Indeed, Saint Vincent is devoted to the development of the Divine Religion, but he doesn't care about power and status."

"Father also knows that Vincent's mind is not on love, so he doesn't want to see me being so wishful. He wanted to bring you and me together before, but I really need him."

A hint of sadness appeared in the girl's eyes. She then looked at Phil Gray and said softly, "Tell me, if you become Pope as soon as possible and then expel him from the Church as a loser, will he be able to give up his enthusiasm for the Church?"

Phil Gray was stunned for a moment, then raised the corner of his lips: "Miss Melody, you are joking. Maybe after the war is over and the church is more stable, he will express his feelings to you."

"maybe."

"Hmm, Elder Nancy's sacred object is her walking stick? I originally thought it was some kind of mirror that allows people to see scenes from other places."

"Yes, the Daytime Prophet once came to the human world as an old man to experience the life of ordinary people. However, after He opened his eyes, anyone who looked directly at him at close range would be turned into ashes if he did not have divine power. Therefore, He wore an eye patch, on the one hand to cover up his appearance that was different from that of ordinary people, and on the other hand to prevent accidental injury to ordinary people."

“So He took a staff to show the way?”

"Yes, just like an ordinary blind person, the cane played an important role in his journey. It was his "external eye". So the function of such a holy object is to help the holder see things beyond the range of vision and manifest them through a certain medium, which can be the mirror you mentioned, or this pool."

"I see. They seem to have reached their destination?"

Phil Gray stared at the water. He could already see the gray mist that was unique to the area where the plague makers lived.

The air was filled with disease.

Melody also turned her gaze toward the water, and the surroundings fell silent.

A clear sound came from the water.

Phil Gray exclaimed in admiration that the audio and the picture were even synchronized.

Upton threw the spear lightly, and a dirty man in a black robe fell to the ground instantly.

He chuckled:

"Don't pretend. I didn't hit you. Go in and tell your leader to let all the followers leave the city and be killed. The civilians here can be spared, but they have to convert their beliefs and be supervised by my sect for ten years."