I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Doesn't your skill allow you to summon the undead through specific items? Some of the undead in the Abyss of the Dead are actually like me, wanting to come to the human world. Although the God of Death has eliminated their feelings for the human world, there are always some obsessions engraved on their bones and written in their souls. Especially the higher the level, the more likely it is to retain some unique emotions.

So they still want to go to the human world to complete some things, but most of the other death followers who can summon the undead are randomly summoned, and most of them only summon low-level or even unconscious undead... But you are different, I can contact you from the abyss, and I can provide you with the tokens of these undead, and you can summon them to the human world! And in order to come to the human world, they are willing to pay a price that you can never imagine!" Frank said excitedly.

Phil Gray nodded. Of course he knew it. Didn’t Mr. Frank sacrifice his “freedom” and be easily “controlled” by him?

It's not like he had never thought about this before, but he knew almost no undead in the Abyss of the Dead, so he gave up the idea. Now that Mr. Frank has taken the initiative to propose it, that couldn't be better.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "That makes sense, but what is your purpose in doing this, Mr. Frank? I'm afraid you don't want to be the intermediary between me and those undead for free, do you?"

"Of course, what I want is for me to provide you with a token to summon the dead. Which dead souls to summon will be decided by you and me together. In this way, those dead souls who want to come to the human world have to contact me first, or at least pay the reward I want first." Frank said frankly. He also believed that Phil Gray would never refuse his proposal.

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea, but I still have to think about it."

"Okay, stop pretending. This business will bring you only benefits and no harm. Whether it succeeds or not is just a matter of words!" Frank said with a squint.

"But Mr. Frank, what if the compensation you want conflicts with what I want?" Phil Gray said "distressedly".

"I'll give you priority! Okay? I'll make you satisfied first!"

"Okay, Mr. Frank, happy cooperation!" Phil Gray smiled and stretched out his hand, giving a symbolic handshake to the disembodied ghost.

"By the way, if possible, I hope that among the first batch of clients you find, there will be relatively powerful undead, and the reward he will give me is an opportunity to help me."

Although he brought so many people from Dawn to the Church of Destiny, he was still not very reassured. Having a powerful undead fighter would undoubtedly make him feel safer.

"No problem, just summon me out in three days!" Frank patted his chest and promised.

"it is good!"

For the rest of the time, Phil Gray asked Frank to walk around his Son of God courtyard, and it would be better not to go out again to avoid being caught by the elders again. After all, in this special period, even the Son of God could not explain why he had a ghost friend.

"By the way, Eli, you better pack up. We will be leaving for the Church of Destiny tomorrow afternoon."

"What? Did Pope Dawn agree? Was it the Knight Commander who requested it?" Eli remembered the plan he had mentioned before.

"I agree. It was Valk Dodd's request. I will go to Destiny with Elder Gran and the Knights of Rise to help Destiny eliminate the traitors who are colluding with the cult!" Phil Gray turned around, sat on the chair, and said to him cunningly.

"He probably never thought that the person he personally invited back was the Pope he once persecuted, right?"

Eli laughed too.

Phil Gray felt a little melancholy when he thought of his experience of fleeing after leaving the Church of Destiny.

At that time, he had just arrived in the continent of Weil and knew nothing, and knew even less about the affairs of gods. His every move was full of flaws. It was Wilde's guidance that allowed him to understand the mysterious side of this world and become the one favored by destiny. Later, he was hunted down by the Church, and it was the old woman's sacrifice that allowed him to escape from the Parish of Destiny and embark on the road of wandering.

Along the way, accompanied by his cousin, he found his father's knight, made close friends, and became a follower of Death and Dawn. Although it was always accompanied by various thrills and challenges, these experiences made him grow a lot.

He put on a mask, abandoned his comfortable and childish emotions on Earth, became a qualified Son of God, and will eventually become a qualified Pope.

Before leaving, Phil Gray also made a comprehensive re-evaluation of his own strength. He was currently a favored by the God of Destiny at the level of attention, with three skills: Eye of Destiny, Flying Blade of Destiny, and Wall of Destiny; he was a favored by the God of Death at the level of attention, with three skills: Right Hand of the Dead, Companion of the Undead, and Friend of Death; he was a favored by the Daytime Prophet at the level of blessing, with two skills: Burning and Field of Light. Together with the holy artifacts: Balance of Destiny and Sword of the Sun given by the Pope, he felt that he might be able to give it a try with a favored by the level of divine revelation. After all, in terms of the number of skills, he was no worse than any other favored by God. The only thing he lacked was divine power, but he had the Holy Stone of Death to make up for it.

What he lacks most at the moment is combat experience, and he is not yet proficient in the coordination of various skills. If there is a suitable opportunity, he would like to gain some good experience. However, the continent of Weir has become chaotic, and such opportunities will probably not be few.

Phil Gray sighed.

……

On the afternoon of the second day, everything was ready. With the help of the housekeeper, they also bought many specialties of Chenxi, waiting to bring them to their relatives and friends in the Destiny Cult.

The Xiguang Knights had been waiting at the gate of the Holy Son's residence. There were a total of twenty of them, sixteen of the attention level and four of the divine revelation level.

Except for the Cult of the Dawn, no other cult can come up with a knight squad with such a configuration.

After all, even the Knight Commander of the Church of Destiny is only at the divine revelation level.

"Your Highness, it is an honor to carry out the mission with you. I am Martin Sosi, the captain of the Xiguang Knights Squad. You can just call me Martin." The middle-aged man in the lead said respectfully. He was tall, carrying a heavy sword on his back, with a firm and loyal look in his eyes. He was a follower of the divine revelation level.

"Hello Captain Martin, thank you for your hard work."

Seeing that the captain had a temperament similar to Ernest, Phil Gray couldn't help but have a favorable impression of him. Although knights should abide by the precepts of virtue, there is a big difference between perfunctorily abiding by them and abiding by them from the heart. After all, there are many knights like Valk Dodd who are hypocritical and have no loyalty.

Only someone who has just traveled through time would be so foolish as to be deceived.

Phil Gray complained about his past self, and then felt that his thoughts were jumping too much now.

Perhaps it was because he was about to return to the Church of Destiny that he felt a little confused.

However, he had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something.

The Son of God's car was very spacious. He and Elder Grant sat in the front row, while Eli and Ernest sat in the second row.

Although he really didn't want Valk Dodd to use his luxury car, he still let him sit in the back row to prevent this guy from going back early and doing something bad.

Captain Martin was in charge of driving, while the other members of the Xiguang Knights followed behind the Holy Son's carriage, forming a neat square formation.

"set off!"

Following Martin's order, all the Pegasus spread their golden wings in unison.

These white horses stand tall with their heads held high, their bodies agile and graceful, and their wings have smooth lines and are extremely bright, as if they were made up of the sun's rays. However, this light does not make people feel dazzling, but instead gives people a comfortable and pleasant feeling.

A moment later, the team flew towards the sky in unison.

The breeze blew on his cheeks, he could touch the vague clouds with his hand, and he could see the City of Light getting smaller and smaller when he looked down. Phil Gray felt a little bit novel.

Looking at the Pegasus galloping in front of him, he seems to have sat on the sun chariot driven by Apollo in Greek mythology, touring the world.

I didn’t expect that the mythical fantasy on Earth would become a reality here.

Eli also crossed his legs and stretched out his hand excitedly to feel the cool breeze, but the abundant sunlight still made this death-loving creature look a little listless.

But Phil Gray kept thinking about what he had forgotten along the way, but he couldn't remember it. What exactly did he forget?