I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

That cat is actually related to the Son of the Night?

Although Phil Gray knew that it might have a very extraordinary origin, he didn't expect it to be so extraordinary!

Could it be the Son of Night who disappeared thousands of years ago? This god did not fall, but turned into a cat and wandered in the world?

Also, I just happened to name it Night. Isn’t that a coincidence?

Is it possible that the God of Destiny is behind all this?

Countless thoughts and guesses flashed through Phil Gray's mind, and he felt like he was being manipulated by fate.

The God of Destiny, the Prophet of the Day, the Son of the Night, what are they planning?

He rubbed his brows and wanted to go to their kingdom to question them, but unfortunately, due to his own strength limitations, he could only think about it.

"One day, I will find out what you are doing..." Phil Gray whispered, and then he heard an old voice sounded in his ears with a sacred rhythm: "The real light does not lie in the absence of darkness, but in someone willing to light a lamp for you in the darkness. When the light rises again, the lamp will be lit forever. God will give you wings to fly across mountains and seas--"

Before Phil Gray had a chance to complain about the Day Prophet plagiarizing his lines, he felt a warm force surging behind him, making his back itchy.

Combining the words of God, he seemed to understand the skills he had acquired this time.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, concentrated his mind, and called upon the skill that had just been bestowed upon him: "Wings of Light!"

The air around him seemed to tremble with his call, and wisps of golden light gathered from nothingness and wrapped around his shoulders.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tremor in his shoulders, as if something was breaking out of the ground.

A moment later, a pair of wings of light spread out behind him, the feathers shining with golden light, and each feather contained pure divine power.

"I actually grew wings!" Phil Gray was overjoyed.

Human beings have never stopped their yearning for the sky and have always tried to touch the sky in various ways. Although the world of Weir is an incredibly magical world, ordinary humans are still confined to the ground. Even those favored by gods rarely have the ability to fly and can only fly into the sky through other means, such as riding the Pegasus of the Cult of the Dawn. But after all, the feeling of flying into the sky by oneself is completely different from that of flying with the help of other tools or animals!

He was almost impatient to spread his wings and fly. He took a light leap and his body lightly left the ground and rushed towards the sky.

The imagined graceful and free flight did not happen. Apparently because he had no talent for flying, his flight seemed clumsy and unstable.

The golden wings flapped in the air, sometimes with too much force, sometimes too gently, causing his body to go up and down in the air like a fledgling trying to fly for the first time.

He tried hard to find his balance, with his arms open, feeling the wind and power brought by every flap of his wings.

Not satisfied with his current flying altitude, he tried to fly higher and faster, and every rise made his heart beat faster.

His vision became wider and wider. He could see many islanders kneeling in front of the sun and thin children singing and dancing. He could see the gravel and stone cairns gradually forming lines. He could see the figures under his feet becoming as small as ants. He could see the stone houses on the island gradually becoming small dots in his eyes.

“This feels really good!”

Phil Gray was wondering whether he should fly in front of Eli and Ernest like this, make a handsome appearance and show off his cool skills!

However, before he could make up his mind, a gust of wind blew towards him. He tried to control his wings to maintain balance, but accidentally changed direction and was carried by the air flow towards the temple.

He frantically controlled his posture in the air, forcing himself to maintain balance and grace.

As he saw familiar figures appearing in front of him, he suddenly felt that his wings were a little uncomfortable.

"Oh no, it looks like my divine power is running out!"

At this critical moment of his appearance, he felt that the morning power stored in his body was about to be exhausted. Because the wings consumed a huge amount of power and he was so unskilled in controlling it, it resulted in a lot of waste.

"Death Stone! Wait..."

Phil Gray originally wanted to extract the divine power from the Holy Stone of Death, but suddenly remembered that it contained the power of death. If he wanted to inject it into himself, he would have to convert it first. Moreover, Elder Grant was nearby, so he couldn't leak the breath of the power of death.

Thinking of this, he felt a little desperate and stopped moving, hoping that his wings could last a little longer.

As he got closer and closer to the ground, it seemed as if a knight noticed him. He looked up into the sky, and after discovering His Royal Highness the Son of God flying in the sky, he seemed to immediately greet the people around him.

Eli and Ernest looked up in surprise and waved at him.

He smiled back awkwardly, feeling a little panicked all of a sudden.

Just at this moment, the golden wings gradually faded until they disappeared, and Phil Gray fell from the sky in a mess, smashing up scattered dust on the ground.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son?"

"Hahaha, boss, what are you doing?"

The knights gathered around him, and Eli spotted him, and when he saw that he was okay, he just kept laughing.

Ernest came over and helped him up, brushing the dust off his body, his brown eyes full of smiles.

"Your Highness, are you okay? I seemed to see you flying in the air just now? Did the gods grant you a new skill?"

Elder Ge Lan came over and asked with a smile.

It seemed a bit embarrassing that my miserable appearance was seen by so many people.

Phil Gray tried to force a smile and replied, "Yes, after completing the White Day Prophet's motto, he gave me a new skill called Wings of Light, which can transform into a pair of wings with divine power. Unfortunately, I haven't mastered it well enough, so I'm sorry to bother you."

"As expected of the Holy Son chosen by God, it has been many years since anyone has mastered flying skills!" Elder Grant said admiringly. The Holy Son he picked up in the East Continent looked even more outstanding than the Holy Son Vincent who was raised at home.

However, when he thought of Saint Vincent, he felt depressed again. He didn't know how those gods would treat the possessed people and when they would be able to rescue those children.

Seeing that Elder Glenn's expression suddenly looked a little strange, Phil Gray changed the subject: "How should the people on this island be resettled?"

"I have informed His Holiness the Pope that he will send people to help the islanders rebuild their homes. I have also asked several knights to stay and copy the names of the sacrificed followers on the stone tablet. I will then confirm their identities and see if we can contact their descendants."

Elder Grant sighed and said.

Phil Gray nodded. "We need to educate these islanders in the future. Although we all understand their pain and helplessness in the darkness, they did commit unforgivable crimes against those poor and innocent followers. I hope they can make up for what they and their ancestors did."

"Well, Your Majesty will also hold a mourning ceremony for those sacrificed followers and compensate their descendants. However, Chenxi has been busy with the war recently, so we may have to wait until things stabilize."

After discussing the follow-up matters of the island for a while, they helped to count the supplies brought by the savior Morton, and re-selected some smart islanders to be responsible for the reconstruction of the island.

Since they still had a mission to go to the Church of Destiny, everyone decided to set off early the next morning.

After a busy afternoon, it was almost evening. Red clouds hung in the sky and the sun slowly descended to the sea level.

Some people on the island were a little panicked at first, fearing that they would face endless darkness again. Fortunately, Elder Gran and the knights gave them assurances and described the normal natural laws of sunrise and sunset in the outside world, and the islanders were relieved.

Phil Gray walked up to Morton. At this moment, this Dark Night Follower was leaning against a rock. His figure looked somewhat desolate. He raised his head and stared at the sky in a trance.

Seeing Phil Gray coming, Morton asked, "Have you decided what reward you want?"

His voice sounded weak, perhaps he was just holding on, waiting for them to complete the deal.

Phil Gray felt a little reluctant. A Shinto-level devotee was about to disappear, and in order to improve his own strength, he had to make an extremely despicable request.

"Hurry up and tell me. If you wait any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you." Morton said with a smile, and Phil Gray could hear his relaxation and relief.

"When you die, I want to take a part of your body - your right hand."

Phil Gray spoke softly, his expression solemn and dignified, trying his best to appear to be a serious person.