I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Your Majesty Chenxi is right. Perhaps we are really going to face an unprecedented crisis this time. I must hurry up and contact the Pope of my church to make preparations early." The follower of the Church of Life said worriedly.

"Well, who would have thought that a god would show up? Other people in the church might think I was joking!" someone said with a wry smile.

"You all must take this news back to your respective churches. As for the matter of eradicating the cult, don't act rashly for now. It would be best if you could ask your gods to come." Pope Dawn said in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, over at Upton..." Aubrey reminded.

Pope Chenxi rubbed his brows and said, "First, inform him to stay away from the Bloody Disaster's territory for the time being. Although the three gods are currently in a state of possession, their strength must be far above the Shinto level. He is acting rashly, what if..."

"I understand." Aubrey nodded, "But what about His Royal Highness the Saint and Miss Melody? The gods are attached to them. If it lasts for a long time, it may damage their bodies and souls."

"And my Caroline, my poor granddaughter, who lost her parents when she was young and has been with me. If she can't come back, it will be the end of my life! Your Majesty, please think of a solution quickly!" Elder Memphis said with his eyes wide open, extremely unwilling.

"That's enough." Elder Nancy nudged him with her elbow, signaling him to stop yelling. His Majesty was already upset enough, did he still think that His Majesty the Pope would not be attentive? There was His Majesty's own daughter in there!

"I don't have any solution at the moment. I wonder if you representatives know anything about possession? If you can provide some information, Chenxi will be very grateful." Pope Chenxi shook his head and his face instantly became much older. Even though he was the Pope of a religion, he was helpless about this. However, there was not only his daughter there, but also two equally outstanding young followers.

Dwyer thought for a moment and said, "The general way for gods to descend to the world is through divine descent, at the request of followers of divine descent level. But what descends is only a part of their consciousness, not their real body. The gods themselves are usually unaware of this. After the followers actively end their skills or die during this period, this consciousness disappears. Therefore, this way is not the true descent of gods to the world. The other way is for gods to come in person. In the history of our Weir Continent, there have been many relics and legends of gods descending. Some things they have touched have even turned into holy objects."

"Yes, we know this, but what about this state of possession? How to get rid of it? Has there been such a case in history?" Elder Memphis asked anxiously.

"In fact, it's not that there haven't been cases of gods possessing humans. According to ancient records, more than 230 years ago, a young painter became famous in a painting competition held by a duke. He quickly created a work called "Secrets in the Moonlight". On the surface, the work depicts a fairyland scene under the hazy moonlight, but if you shine a light on it, you can see countless hideous faces in the fairyland. The details are lifelike, and the changes in light and shadow are unprecedented. But after he completed the work, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness. Later it was confirmed that he was possessed by the god of art, because the boy was just an ordinary country man, not a follower of any god. In the end, the painting became a sacred object of the Art Cult." Dwyer replied.

Phil Gray remembered that the last time he heard of this god of art was when he was on the ship. One of the god's followers was responsible for painting portraits of the passengers on board.

"So what happened to the young man later?" someone asked curiously.

"Later..." Dwyer's eyes became vague, "Later, the boy disappeared. Some people said he was taken away by the gods, while others said he was dead. There are many different opinions."

"Oh, what should we do..." Elder Memphis sighed. It seemed that no one knew the consequences of being possessed by a god, let alone expelling it.

"Then all we can do now is wait and see if other gods will come, or if these three gods will take the initiative to lift the possession," said Pope Dawn.

Everyone looked worried, and the atmosphere became quiet again.

Until a strong voice asked, "Could it be that we are overthinking it? The one controlling those three children is just a god or at most a god-level favored one? Not a real god? Should we be more optimistic?"

Phil Gray looked closely and saw that it was the man who gave him the crystal ball "cell phone", a follower of the Creation God Cult.

The others shook their heads, indicating that it was absolutely impossible that they were mistaken.

Elder Nancy's face was still very pale, as if she had not recovered from the backlash just now. She explained to him weakly, "The followers of the God-descent level may be able to sense it more clearly. They are fundamentally different from mortals. That kind of look seems to annihilate our souls. Moreover, they can detect the spying of the Dawn Sacred Relic and backlash against me. Even if they are not gods, they are at least quasi-gods."

Phil Gray nodded. Indeed, although he could not describe that mysterious feeling, as long as they saw the three people in the mirror at the scene, their intuition would constantly remind them that they were definitely gods!

"Oh, okay." The man touched the back of his head awkwardly. It seemed that he was overthinking it. His master had indeed scolded him for being slow to react more than once.

At this moment, someone hurried into the church. It turned out to be Elder Grant.

Phil Gray noticed that he had not been there just now.

"Your Majesty..." Elder Grant walked up to Pope Dawn and whispered a few words.

The Pope's expression became even uglier. He stood up and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, there is another bad news. The Dream God Cult, the War Church, and the Church of the Dead have also declared war on us! They are openly defending those evil cults!"

"There are also some small churches that have been won over by the dream and are on their side. What's more dangerous is that there may be people inside your churches who have been corrupted. It would be better to clean them up as soon as possible." Elder Grant added, glancing suggestively at the representative of the Eternal Church.

The representative of the Eternal Church felt his heart skip a beat and he almost fell down.

"Ah? Oh my God!"

"How to do this!"

“How did it turn out like this?”

"God, please give me instructions."

As the tides of troubles continued to rise, the mentality of the representatives of various religions was about to collapse! They were all followers of the divine revelation level, and some of them were not young anymore, but they had never experienced such a situation.

Originally, they followed Chenxi to help deal with those evil cults. After all, their respective churches had been harassed from time to time over the years, and they were tired of it. Chenxi could be said to be the number one sect in the continent of Weir, and with so many churches, they would definitely be able to deal with them. But they never expected that something like this would happen!

I'm afraid I'm dreaming.

The worst situation still happened, and it was even more serious than expected. The Dream God Cult and the War Church, which was eager to cause chaos in the world, attacked them. Even the Church of the Dead, which had always lived in seclusion and did not care about worldly affairs...

But these are by no means Dawn's fault, and the war was not caused by them.

Phil Gray thought about what had happened in the past few days and felt that these sects seemed to have planned it all along. The incident in Numas City was more like a fuse. Even if Chenxi did not issue a mopping-up order, they would take action sooner or later!

So what role did their gods play in this?

Thinking of the three pairs of cold and bloodthirsty eyes in the mirror, Phil Gray couldn't help but shudder.