I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Led by Elder Mi, Phil Gray and his companions waited quietly in front of the grand gate of the temple.

There was a sacred and tense atmosphere in the air, as if the entire island was holding its breath, looking forward to the upcoming moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the black abyss that had been shrouding the temple suddenly seemed to be torn open by an invisible giant hand.

They looked up and saw a figure coming out from the gap. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of them. With his arrival, the crack in the sky closed quietly as if it had never existed.

The man was indeed as Elder Mi had said, wearing a dark purple robe, and a wide hat that deeply covered his face, leaving only a hint of mystery floating in the air.

Elder Mi was shaking with excitement. He almost ran forward on his knees, his head constantly touching the ground to express his endless respect for the savior.

"Savior, you are here!"

The savior helped Elder Mi up and threw him a large cloth bag. "This is supplies for the next ten years."

As usual, there were hundreds of high-level space stones in the cloth bag, and each space stone was fully loaded with supplies. This was the hope for the survival of this island in the next ten years. Although it was impossible for every islander to get supplies, it gave them more hope of survival.

The Savior's voice was deep and powerful, yet it also revealed a hint of the vicissitudes of time.

There was a kind of helpless heaviness in his words: "After this, I may not come again."

Elder Mi's face was suddenly filled with fear and grief. His voice trembled and was full of despair: "Are you going to give up on us?" His hands tightly grasped the cloth bag, as if it was his only life-saving straw.

His hands holding the bag kept shaking. In fact, everyone on the island had thought about what to do if the savior didn't come one day. But they didn't expect him to come so soon. Did they do something to anger him?

"No, my life is coming to an end. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive another ten years." The savior sighed.

Then he turned around and looked at everyone in the morning light: "Are you outsiders? Are you trying to ask me how to get out? Unfortunately, I have no way to lead you out."

He has said this to many people over the past three hundred years and doesn't want to explain it again.

Ignoring Elder Mi who was crying bitterly behind him, he turned around and was about to leave. Elder Grant and the knights stepped forward to stop him, but the man's figure was like a ghost, and even the demoted elder could not touch a corner of his clothes.

Seeing this, Phil Gray hurriedly shouted, "Senior, are you from the Dark Night Cult? What is the connection between the sudden darkness here a thousand years ago and the disappearance of the Son of Night a thousand years ago?"

Hearing this, the Savior's body shook violently, and his eyes instantly locked on Phil Gray. A powerful aura burst out from his body, as if to crush the whole world. His figure flashed, and he appeared in front of Phil Gray, one hand tightly grasped his collar, and his voice was full of danger: "What do you know?"

A powerful aura was approaching, and a sense of crisis flashed through Phil Gray's heart. This was the first time he felt that someone could threaten his life at any time. His heart was beating violently, and his intuition told him that the person in front of him was definitely above the level of a degraded god!

Could it be that he is a god-favored being of Shinto level or even quasi-god level?

Elder Grant and the others closely watched the Savior's movements, "Let him go!"

But the man ignored the others and had no intention of letting go.

"Please be patient, senior. I am just guessing. I have no concrete evidence." Phil Gray said soothingly, "The phenomenon on this island cannot be caused by the power of a god. I am guessing which god's power it is. It could be the Day Prophet, the God of Death, or the Son of Night. And it was suddenly formed a thousand years ago. This time point is exactly the time when the Son of Night disappeared. I think this place is related to the power of the Son of Night."

"As for the fact that you can come and go freely here, I guess it's because you have the divine power of the Son of Night. You are a follower of the Dark Night Cult, and your level should be not low, so you can do this."

The hand holding the collar loosened, and the savior said: "You guessed right, I am indeed from the Dark Night Cult. But what does it matter if I know this? You still cannot leave this island. In the past three hundred years, there have been people from the Dark Night who have drifted here. I can't even help them, so how can I help you out?"

He sneered, shook his sleeves, and prepared to leave again.

"No, we are here to solve the problems here forever. You just said that you can no longer help them, but if you let go, what will happen to the hundreds of thousands of people here? Will most of them starve to death and return to the situation three hundred years ago when you didn't come? Even so, they will have to struggle in this darkness endlessly. Can you bear it?"

Phil Gray wondered loudly.

The savior said sarcastically: "I am almost dead, how can I care about them? As for you, what solutions can you provide?"

"Senior, we are from the Church of the Dawn. I am the Son of God of the Dawn, and this is an elder demoted by our God. These are the knights of my church. The Prophet of the Day has sent down a command to bring light to this island. We have come here in compliance with the will of God and we will definitely find a solution. However, you need to tell us the detailed causes of this problem." Phil Gray said sincerely. Through some verbal processing, he made the other party think that they did not come here by mistake but came here on purpose, which increased their credibility.

The Savior was silent for a moment. His eyes stayed on Phil Gray for a while, then he turned to Elder Mi and saw the pleading and expectation in his eyes. Finally, he sighed and said, "Okay, I will believe you for now."

Perhaps it was because his life was about to come to an end that made the resentment in his heart emerge. He looked up at the bottomless black sky and for the first time spoke out the secrets that had been buried in his heart for many years:

"One day a thousand years ago, when I was still wandering in the Kingdom of Dark Night, I felt that the power of our god, the Son of Dark Night, suddenly became extremely weak. Then the Kingdom of Dark Night began to shake violently, and the corner of the Kingdom where I was located was shattered with a bang. Many gods' messengers fell into the human world with this piece of the Kingdom, and I was one of them."

After reaching the level of God, those favored by God will choose to go to the kingdom of the corresponding god and become messengers serving the god. Phil Gray knew all this, but he never expected that the kingdom of God would be broken one day!

"The Kingdom of God was shattered, and the messengers of God who fell into the human world were all seriously injured. In the end, except for me, they all died. Only I woke up after being in a coma for nearly seven hundred years. After that, I searched for traces of the fragments of the Kingdom of God in the Weir Continent until I found this island. It turned out that the fragments of the Kingdom of God fell on this island and gradually merged with it, forming an independent space. That's why the island is always dark, because this is the Kingdom of God of the Son of Night!"

"It turns out to be like this..." Phil Gray never expected this result.

"So, do you have a solution? The reason why I can come and go freely here is because I am a Shinto-level follower of the Night, and I can live in the Kingdom of Dark Night." The Savior asked calmly.

Phil Gray pursed his lips, feeling somewhat hopeless about himself who had made such a solemn promise just now. How was he going to resolve the matter of the Kingdom of God?

Light up the kingdom of darkness? Is the prophet of the day kidding himself?

Do I really have to lead everyone to sacrifice their lives to make lamp oil?

"Thinking of the suffering that the power of the night has brought to the people on these islands, I feel very guilty. In the past three hundred years, I have thought of many ways to remove the fragments of the kingdom of God from this island, but I can't do it. Perhaps only the master of the kingdom of God, the son of the night, can do it? So I can only try my best to search for supplies outside to make up for the debt owed to them by the night."

The Savior continued, pain and guilt in his voice.

He shook his head, looked at the people in Dawn, and sighed, "Come with me, I will try one last time."

As the Savior's words fell, a powerful force of dark night surrounded them. Their figures disappeared from the spot. When they reappeared, they had arrived in a strange and mysterious place.

"Here you can clearly see the fragments of the Kingdom of Night. It is now the core of this island's independent space." The Savior explained.

Phil Gray remembered what the apostate leader had said: every independent space is maintained by a core.

The core of that reverse-growing town is the Scales of Fate, and the core of this place is the fragments of the Kingdom of Night.

His eyes searched carefully in the darkness, and suddenly a bright galaxy flashed before his eyes. It was so dazzling and beautiful, like a ribbon floating above their heads.

“Is this the fragment of the Kingdom of Dark Night?”