I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The petals of the flower of destiny dance freely in the air, just like the uncertain fate of all living beings.

Unexpectedly, the headquarters of the Church of Destiny, Noth City, welcomed another day of God's advent.

Unlike previous descents, since the new Pope will ascend the throne today, the relevant arrangements and scenes will be more grand.

Groups of people walked onto the square, only to find that it was already full of people. There were many princes and nobles from the Kingdom of Pune, priests and knights from other sects, all of whom came to watch the ceremony. They wandered around the square, discussing the upcoming ceremony in low voices, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of expectation and uneasiness.

In the center of the square, a huge statue of Ansel, the god of fate, stands tall, and beneath the statue is a luxurious altar. This was built by the soon-to-be-appointed Pope, the current Bishop Wendel, half a month ago, specially prepared for today's ceremony.

The base of the altar is made of dark marble, carved with intricate patterns of the River of Fate. On the top is a semicircular dome inlaid with countless sparkling crystals. Under the dome is an exquisite model of the scales of fate. It hangs in the center of the altar, with both ends of the scale balanced, symbolizing the fairness and balance of fate. In addition, the altar is covered with flowers of fate, whose petals sway gently in the breeze, as if telling the mystery of fate.

When it comes to Wendel, the priests and knights of the Church of Destiny all speak highly of him. This bishop is kind and capable, and he managed the Vatican in an orderly manner after the Pope left on his own accord. Some people have seen him staying up late at night to handle Vatican affairs, and some people say that he often personally spreads the gospel of God to poor civilians.

Ordinary people don't care. Who the Pope is doesn't have much impact on them. They deal mostly with the lowest-level priests. They cheer in order to have a free banquet on the day of the Descent of God. What's more, the new Pope has promised to give everyone a winter coat after winter.

However, not everyone was happy to see the bishop ascend to the throne of Pope. Stubborn forces such as the patriarch of the Grey family and Bishop Dominic refused to attend the ceremony and declared that they would not recognize it even if Wendel held the coronation ceremony.

Their only pope was a young man who travelled and disappeared.

But this is just the last struggle of these losers. The turmoil in the Vatican two months ago had already determined the outcome.

The praises from all around made Wendel's mouth curl up. He wore the Pope's exclusive robe of destiny, a silver crown inlaid with gems on his head, and his whole body was meticulous, with a solemn and steady temperament.

Wendel slowly walked up to the steps of the altar. His slender figure stood out against the huge statue of Ansiel, the god of fate. His robe of fate was pure white, and embroidered with the flower of fate woven with gold thread, which seemed to silently show off his purity and nobility. However, the light reflected by the golden color of the flower in the sun seemed to carry a hint of irony.

He looked around at the crowd in the square, smiled and nodded, but few people noticed - his smile seemed gentle, but there was a kind of condescending indifference, as if he had already played everyone in the palm of his hand.

"People of Destiny, today, we gather here to celebrate the descent of our god Ansel. Under this sacred statue, I, Wendel, stand before you with great awe and honor in my heart. Under His witness, I will swear an oath to become your Pope today. I will dedicate my soul, my life, and everything I have to the Church of Destiny without reservation..."

His voice echoed in the square, and every word was like a hammer hitting the hearts of the believers, causing ripples. The people began to cheer. However, at this moment, a golden team in the sky rushed towards the square, and everyone looked up at the sky involuntarily.

Four handsome Pegasus horses waved their golden wings and pulled a luxurious carriage. Behind the carriage were four rows of knights in golden armor. They were tall and strong, radiant, and also rode on flying Pegasus horses, looking extraordinary!

Such a grand ceremony attracted countless exclamations of admiration. All eyes in the square were turned to this magnificent team. Even the "Pope" standing on the altar was ignored.

Some knowledgeable people have already recognized the emblem of the Dawn Cult and shouted, "This is someone from the Dawn Cult!"

"The Dawn Cult? Is it the number one religious sect on the Weir Continent?"

"Yes, they look impressive!"

"God willing, when will we have such a beautiful carriage?"

"Who is that important person sitting in the car? Is he here to attend our Pentecost? Or is he here to congratulate the new Pope?"

Wendel was a little depressed at first when he saw his limelight was stolen, but when he thought that it might be the Dawn Cult that came to congratulate him, he felt that the other party was giving him enough face, and a smug smile appeared on his face for a moment.

Seeing the crowd making way for Dawn's team and the carriage landing steadily on the ground, he took the initiative to step forward and greeted them with a smile: "Welcome friends from Dawn's Religion, you have come from afar..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure jumped out of the carriage and interrupted him: "Humph, people who betray their fate are still pretending to be hypocritical here, it's really disgusting!"

Valk Dodd was wearing the armor of the Knight Commander of Destiny, with a mocking smile on his face, holding the white Spear of Destiny, pointing directly at the newly appointed Pope.

I wonder if he considered that he might have been tricked before he said this?

Wendel's expression changed. Seeing his former ally suddenly like this, he realized that something might have gone wrong. He tried to maintain a gentle smile: "Knight Commander, what do you mean? I believe I have never done anything to offend you. Why do you slander me for betraying God?"

"Humph, you colluded with the plague maker's people, murdered the previous pope, and killed many people. You also let your people control the Vatican, just to ascend to the position of pope. Don't you know how many things you have done to betray the Vatican and God?"

Valk Dodd sneered.

Wendell's eyelids twitched with anger, and he cursed in his heart, "Weren't you also involved in the murder of the Pope? You suddenly stood up so righteously today, aren't you trying to get a piece of the pie?"

Everything was clearly agreed upon at the beginning, what on earth did this idiot do in the Dawn Cult? In the past, he only had one order of knights and did not dare to reveal such ambitions. Does he have someone to rely on... His eyes swept over the Dawn Cult's carriage and knights, and he had some guesses in his mind.

"I did not collude with the plague maker. Today you deliberately disrupted the God's Descent Ceremony and slandered the Pope. You are the one who betrayed God and the Holy See! Considering your past contributions to the Holy See, you should go home now. I can still not pursue your actions for the mercy of God." Wendel said sternly, "As for the distinguished guests of the Dawn Divine Church, I hope you will not interfere in the affairs of our destiny."

The people present did not expect such a shocking thing to happen. They all widened their eyes. On one side was Bishop Wendel, and on the other side was the prestigious Knight Commander. Who of them was telling the truth?

The priests and knights of the Church of Destiny were also at a loss, not knowing which side to stand on.

"Your Highness, there is definitely evidence of Wendel's dealings with those evil cults in his space stone. Let's capture him, open his space stone, and expose his ugly face in front of everyone!"

Valk Dodd said to Phil Gray in the carriage.

"Haha, before we are sure whether he has colluded with the plague maker, the Knights of Dawn will not take action. After all, there is no definite evidence, and Dawn cannot interfere in the internal affairs of his sect. Knight Commander, please do it yourself. I also want to see the Knights of Destiny that you manage, see your ability, and see if it is worth Dawn's intervention."

Phil Gray's voice came from the carriage. Afraid that someone here who was familiar with his original body might recognize his voice, he deliberately made his voice sound deeper.

"it is good."

Valk Dodd turned around and stared at the bishop dressed as the Pope. "Wendell, do you dare to let someone check your space stone to prove your innocence?"

"Ridiculous! I am the Pope of a religion now. My space stone contains the secrets of many religions! How can I let people check it at will? This is a blasphemy against fate and a provocation to the dignity of the Holy See! Valk, do you really want to... go against me?" Wendel heard what the mysterious figure in the carriage said, and knew that as long as he did not expose his relationship with the plague maker, Chenxi would not intervene. He instantly felt more confident.

He looked at the former Knight Commander, who still had a gentle smile on his face, but there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.