I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Are there still people living on this island? Or have there been other people who have had the misfortune to enter here?" Phil Gray walked over.

With the help of the light of the morning light, he saw that the footprints were scattered and of different sizes. They did not look like the footprints of one person. There should be at least three or four of them.

"Let's follow the footprints and see."

He said.

The group followed the footprints and came to a large semicircular stone. There seemed to be a hole underneath the stone.

"I'll go down and take a look."

Martin said this, and climbed in, but he soon came out again.

"There seem to be signs of someone living inside. Someone must have lived there a few days ago."

"Living in a cave?" Phil Gray was a little surprised. Who would live here? Patrick Star?

"Well, I found some worn-out clothes and rotten ears of wheat, some of which had even sprouted." Martin said hesitantly.

"Maybe he is just an unlucky guy who accidentally fell into this island. Let's look somewhere else," Eli suggested.

"it is good."

They continued walking for more than an hour.

The terrain of this island is relatively flat. Without sunlight, it is difficult for any plant to survive, so there are no tall trees or thorns, no low flowers or bushes. Only occasionally can one encounter a few gullies washed out by rain, and large rocks that appear from time to time.

Martin reached out and turned over many large rocks along the way, then hesitantly said, "Nearly half of these rocks also have holes dug underneath them, and these holes all have traces of human life. Some are very old, and some look like the owners of the holes have only been gone for a day or two."

Ge Lan also went over to check it out. "Such a custom cannot have been formed all of a sudden. Either the people who strayed here lived here for a long time, or there have always been islanders here, or both, and the strayed people gradually assimilated into the islanders."

"Yeah, even elders like us who were demoted from God couldn't find a way out, let alone others." Eli echoed.

"What should we do? If we are trapped here for too long, what will happen to the Church of Destiny..." Valk Dodd was a little panicked.

"Take care of yourself first. Who knows what might be in this darkness." Eli raised his eyebrows and said mercilessly.

"But without sunlight, how do these people survive here?" Phil Gray frowned and looked at a hole in front of him inquiringly.

He jumped in and used the light to see what was inside.

Similar to what Martin said, this pit was also a "house" that looked very old. There was a bed and a stove made of mud inside, and there were black marks from burning. The rest was some completely rotten debris, and it was impossible to tell what it originally was.

Wait, what is that?

Phil Gray spotted an object in the corner with his sharp eyes.

A gold sun emblem?

Isn't this the emblem of Chenxi? How did it appear here?

He thought to himself, this place is indeed closely related to the Cult of the Dawn, no wonder the Prophet of the Day sent them here.

"Your Highness?"

Eli's questioning voice came from the ground.

"I'm coming up."

Phil Gray leaped up and landed on the ground.

Show them the emblem in your hand.

"This..." Elder Ge Lan recognized it immediately. He looked at it intently and said, "This seems to be the emblem of my sect."

"Yeah, so maybe some of my followers fell in before."

Phil Gray nodded.

Just then, they heard footsteps.

The sound was very soft, probably dozens of meters away from them, but to the gods with sharp ears and eyes, it could be heard very clearly.

It seems to be coming towards them!

Several people looked at each other, a hint of surprise flashed across their faces, and they headed towards the direction of the sound.

But then they discovered that the people on the other side were holding weapons in their hands, releasing murderous intent towards them, with unfriendly faces, and it seemed that they wanted to attack them.

However, no one cared. Instead, they looked at the appearance of these "people" in surprise, if they could still be called "people"!

Phil Gray's eyes were fixed on the figures that were gradually approaching. Their steps were heavy and slow, and the weapons in their hands reflected a cold light under the dim light of their divine power.

The faces of these "people" are distorted and greedy, and their eyes reveal a madness and despair that is not human.

Their clothes were ragged, their skin was abnormally pale due to long-term lack of sunlight, their eyes were sunken, their lips were purple, and some even had abnormal distortion and growth on parts of their bodies.

Their lips were tightly pursed, their wolf-like eyes were glowing green, and they looked at these unexpected visitors as if they were seeing prey delivered to their doorstep.

"It seems like these people have really lived here for too long!" said Phil Gray.

"So, maybe the only way they get food is to rob people like us who are unfortunate enough to end up here, take our food and water, and maybe even eat us raw?" Eli speculated.

"Who can these people beat?"

Thinking of how these people were desperately struggling to survive in the darkness, Phil Gray sighed and felt that he had no right to blame them.

Hungry, cold, and never seeing the sun, they have gradually degenerated from human beings into beasts. On this deserted island without even a tree, they can only hide under the rocks to survive. These people are too pitiful.

Maybe the Day Prophet wanted to save them himself?

"Put down your weapons! You are no match for us." Phil Gray kindly reminded.

But he was also wondering in his heart, could these islanders understand what they were saying?

The Xiguang Knights also raised their swords to demonstrate their unquestionable strength.

On one side are ordinary people in tattered clothes and strange shapes, and on the other side are the knights favored by God wearing armor. The confrontation between them is like a laser beating a primitive man. It is obvious who will win and who will lose.

Those figures did stop their attacking trend at Phil Gray's voice, but they did not completely put down their weapons.

There was a gleam of distrust and fear in their eyes, as if they were accustomed to betrayal and deception.

"Are you native residents of this island? Or did you accidentally drift here like us? We have no hostility, we just want to know the situation here." Phil Gray tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a calm tone, because it seemed that the islanders could understand what he had just said.

There was silence for a long time, until one of the islanders asked in a very hoarse voice: "Are you from the Dawn Cult?"

Phil Gray's eyes lit up. This islander had a pure accent and was speaking the common language of the continent of Weir.

"Yes, do you see the light here? This is the light of the morning light. We are from the Church of the Morning Light."

As he spoke, he concentrated more of his divine power, and a dazzling light illuminated the place.

The islanders were stunned, with disbelief on their faces. Some of them knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, while others looked at the lights greedily and stretched out their hands to touch them, as if they wanted to hold all the lights in their arms.

"Are you also from Chenxi? Did you accidentally drift here?" Elder Ge Lan asked the islander who had answered earlier.

The islander kept kowtowing to them, his deformed face showing an exceptionally pious expression, "Please, save us! Only believers of the Dawn can bring us light, please!"

"It seems that he is not mentally normal." Eli looked at him and came to the conclusion.

"How long have you been here? Has anyone seen Dawn before? Where did you get this emblem?" Phil Gray took out the sun emblem.

The moment these people saw the emblem of the church, they kept kowtowing their heads like crazy, and no one gave any useful information.

"Alas!" sighed Phil Gray.

Elder Grant, as an elder of the Dawn Divine Religion, was naturally even more moved. He took out some dry food from the space stone and asked Martin to give it to the group of people.

Then he went back to the person who had been able to communicate with them earlier and wanted to continue asking questions.

Seeing the food, these people devoured it voraciously. They seemed to have been hungry for a long time. They ate so hastily that they even bit their fingers.

"Thank you! Thank you! Save us, we want light! We want light!" The only person who could communicate with them looked at them with tears in his eyes after eating the food given to him.