I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"What does this mean, Your Highness the Son of Dawn?"

There was an imperceptible tremor in Valk Dodd's voice, his face darkened, and his eyes were fixed on Phil Gray who got off the carriage.

The Holy Son of Dawn was wearing a pure white robe today, and his two attendants followed closely behind him like shadows, their eyes fixed straight on him, as if they had some deep hatred, which made him feel a little uneasy.

"Oh? You don't understand what I'm saying? But don't you feel guilty? I'm afraid it's not just Wendell who is colluding with the plague maker? Who teamed up with Wendell to murder the Pope of Fate?"

Phil Gray asked sternly, his voice gradually rising, and every word was like a hammer hitting Valk Dodd's heart.

"I really don't understand what Your Highness the Saint is referring to. Although I am grateful for your assistance, I cannot tolerate such unwarranted slander! Those sinners who colluded with the evil cult have already received the punishment they deserve. The Church of Destiny is currently waiting to be reorganized, so I'm sorry I can't send you off."

Valk Dodd panicked when he heard what he said. Of course he knew what he had done, but he had agreed to cooperate with him. Who knew what this Son of Dawn was doing crazy again!

He was currently seriously injured. If he went against Chenxi and his men, he might not be their match, so he clenched his fists and planned to play dumb and send Chenxi and his men away first.

"That won't do. Chenxi has said that it will help Destiny clean out the traitors, and it hasn't done so yet. There is only one powerful Knight Commander left. How can Chenxi leave?" Phil Gray shook his head.

"You!" Valk Dodd was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, this is His Highness the Son of Dawn, right? He is so handsome! Our two churches have always been on good terms, and we are of course aware of His Highness's intention to help our Destiny, but the traitor Wendel is indeed dead. When I was undercover with Wendel, I didn't find that there were other people in our Church who were dealing with the plague maker. Your Highness, you must be worrying too much! As for the Knight Commander, he has always been concerned about the Church of Destiny. How could he plot against the murder of His Holiness the Pope? We just want him to take care of the Church for him before that person comes back. After all, how can such a large Diocese of Destiny be without a leader? You must have misunderstood, right? Maybe you listened to the instigation of some villain?"

Biqier hurriedly persuaded with a smile, his voice with a hint of relaxation, but his eyes revealed a hint of nervousness.

Phil Gray glanced at the patriarch of the Fords family with a half-smile, "Are you also his accomplice? It seems that I have missed one person!"

"No, no, no, it was me who exposed the true face of Wendel and provided evidence of his collusion with the plague maker. Please don't talk nonsense! But Dawn has never interfered in the internal affairs of other sects over the years. Now there is no evidence that our Knight Commander has colluded with the cult. If you want to interfere in the affairs of my sect, don't you have to ask the Pope of your sect for permission to avoid it getting out and damaging the reputation of your sect?" Biqier first righteously distanced himself from Wendel, and then tactfully reminded the Holy Son of Dawn to consider the reputation of the Dawn Church and the Pope of Dawn behind it.

Valk Dodd on the other side seemed to have thought of something, and squinted his eyes and threatened: "And your Highness, what you have done may not be innocent, right?"

Phil Gray certainly would not discredit Chenxi. He did not respond directly to Biqier, nor did he understand what Valk Dodd was hinting at. He just looked solemnly in the direction of Elder Grant and said softly, "Elder, you should have known the purpose of my return to the Church of Destiny a long time ago, right? I deceived Chenxi, but I had to do this. This is my responsibility as the Pope of Destiny."

Elder Grant sighed, but his eyes were full of admiration and satisfaction.

At first, no one understood what Phil Gray was talking about, but when he took off the mask on his face, revealing his pale face due to lack of sunlight for a long time, everyone was stunned.

That young and overly handsome face, with emerald blue eyes, belonged to Phil Gray, the Pope of Destiny who had been worshipped countless times by believers in the past days of God's advent.

"What a handsome man! Is this the true appearance of the Son of Dawn? Why does he look familiar?"

"Shh... shut up and think about it..."

"Isn't this Pope Grey?"

"Oh my God! God of Destiny, what did I see? His Highness the Son of Dawn has suddenly become our Pope?"

"Should I say how did our Pope become the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult?"

"Oh my God!"

The believers who had seen the true face of the Pope of Fate were extremely surprised. They had never imagined that there would be such a dramatic scene. Although they believed in the God of Fate and thought they had seen through the impermanence of fate, they could not have imagined that the gods would stage such a script.

However, the princes, nobles and high-ranking officials of other religious sects who had never seen the Pope's true face and had only been invited to attend the ceremony guessed the truth from the reactions of the believers. They exclaimed in amazement and praise, and discussions spread among the crowd like waves, with everyone trying to understand this sudden change.

"This is too outrageous! God of Destiny, are you teasing me?" Valk Dodd felt his head spinning. He really didn't expect that the true identity of the Son of Dawn was the Pope whom he had hunted down a year ago!

Thinking of my previous behavior in front of him, my flattery of him and my belittling of the Pope of Fate, I suddenly felt like a clown!

What a good idea!

Valk Dodd took a deep breath and looked at Phil Gray angrily.

Phil Gray ignored the reactions of others and walked up to the Knight Commander step by step. He looked him in the eye with a sharp gaze and asked slowly, "Knight Commander, I am here to testify that you and Wendel conspired to murder me a year ago. Do you have anything else to quibble about?"

Of course, Walker Dodd had no reason to quibble. He knew very well that with Phil Gray around, it was impossible for the believers in the square to stand on his side.

But how unwilling he was!

Thinking of everything he saw on the island that day, he tried to grasp the last straw and tried his best to refute: "I did it for the Church of Destiny! Who would have thought that you, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, are actually the follower of the God of Death? And you are colluding with the people of the Church of the Dead! No wonder you have been pretending to be an ordinary person for so many years! I was just afraid that you would endanger the Holy See and hand it over to others, so I secretly drove you out! I didn't expect that you would collude with the people of the Church of Dawn so soon! It's really funny to say that they hate the people of the Church of the Dead so much, but they actually let a follower of the God of Death be their Holy Son. It's ridiculous!"

Walker Dodd laughed wildly.

"What nonsense are you talking about! How could our Holy Son of Dawn be the one favored by the God of Death?" Martin, who was watching the show, couldn't help but frowning. At first, they, the Knights of Dawn, were shocked that their Holy Son had become the Pope of the Church of Destiny, but when they remembered the rumors they had heard before, that the Pope was famous for serving as the Pope as an ordinary person, they thought that he might have believed in the Prophet of the Day during his travels and became the Holy Son of Dawn.

"Yes, and we all saw the Wings of Light of His Royal Highness the Son of God on the island. We are very familiar with the power of the Dawn!" added a Dawn Knight.

Valk Dodd sneered, "Isn't that because of his special skills? That day on the island, I saw with my own eyes that he used the eerie power of death to cut off Morton's right hand and transformed it into a black glove. Does that glove allow him to use the power of the Dark Night Cult? Similarly, who knows if he has used the hands of you followers of the Dawn to make gloves and impersonate the identity of the followers of the Dawn!"

Phil Gray was slightly surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that the scene of making gloves on the island that day was actually seen by Valk Dodd, and he guessed it almost exactly!

Although he did not guess his identity as one of the gods, Elder Grant knew that the body of the missing elder was missing a hand!