I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Patrick, long time no see!" Phil Gray patted his cousin on the shoulder and gave him a big hug. It was obvious that this guy had been exposed to a lot of sea breeze. His skin had become a little darker and the youthfulness on his face had faded. He no longer looked like the nobleman who stayed at home in the past.

Moreover, the fluctuation of divine power showed that he had broken through the remarkable level. It seemed that he had completed the seemingly impossible task given by the God of Destiny.

Now was not the time for small talk, his gaze returned to Valk Dodd, who was no longer able to fight back. The Knight Commander was now struggling to death, and the power of the Morning Light on the Sword of the Burning Sun was burning his wounds into charcoal like a raging fire.

He did not die immediately, and struggled and wailed in pain.

"Knight Commander, farewell!"

Phil Gray curled his lips slightly, pulled the Blazing Sun Sword out of his body, and cut off Valk Dodd's head in his dying and desperate eyes.

He couldn't even make a sound.

The blood of the betrayers was spilled on the Square of Destiny as a tribute to the gods.

Just as Biqier was about to escape, he was caught by Bishop Dominic and Patriarch Gray who had heard the news.

These two had lost to Wendel during the previous civil strife in the Vatican and failed to stop his ambition, so they planned to turn a blind eye today and refuse to participate in Wendel's descent ceremony. However, they never expected that their subordinates would send them news that the missing Pope had returned in such a strong manner!

They hurried over and found Bichir trying to escape after Valk Dodd's death.

"They're all dead. I finally got my revenge!" Phil Gray felt particularly happy.

For a year, he wandered the mainland under an assumed name and was hunted by them. Now he finally returned to his position.

Although he is not the real Phil Gray, the moment the old woman in Cao City died for him, the positions of the Cult of Fate and the Pope of Fate became entangled with him. Although he once resented the God of Fate, now he will follow His will and let the glory of fate bloom again on the continent of Weir.

He looked at all the believers of fate who cast their gazes at him in awe, and walked up step by step to the messy and dilapidated altar under their gaze.

"Fellow believers of Destiny, for the past year, the Church of Destiny has been controlled by these despicable people. They bully the weak in the name of the Church, and take people's money and kill people in the name of God. The kind-hearted are forced into desperate situations, the loyal are forced to apostatize, the Gods are smeared by them, and the reputation of the Church is also destroyed by them! Today, I will use my life to make amends to all believers of Destiny! At the same time, I also apologize to you for my dereliction of duty. From now on, I will fulfill the responsibility of a Pope and let every believer feel the glory of God..."

Phil Gray spoke passionately, his voice echoing in the square, every word full of power and determination.

"Praise the God of Destiny! Praise His Holiness the Pope!"

The believers all spoke up and knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes.

Phil Gray looked at them. He didn't know how many of these seemingly devout believers had ulterior motives. The two leaders, Wendell and Walker Dodd, were dead, but many of their subordinates were also evil people at the beginning, and he would settle accounts with them one by one later.

After all the believers knelt devoutly, the huge statue of Ansel, the god of fate, suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light was like substance, slowly flowing down and covering the entire altar.

Phil Gray turned around as if he had sensed something, as if he felt the eyes of God were staring at him.

Is this a true descent from God?

He saw the eyes of the statue slowly open. The god had a pair of golden eyes, full of kindness, wisdom, and a bit of divine coldness. Then a warm and powerful force surged out of the statue, repairing every stone and every crack on the altar. The flower of destiny bloomed again, and the altar looked brand new in front of everyone, as if it had never been destroyed.

"A miracle! This is a miracle!"

"The gods have come! Oh my God!"

Phil Gray did not faint with excitement like other believers. Instead, he looked straight at the statue of Ansel, wanting to ask for the answer he had been seeking for.

Why on earth did you let me come into this world and become the Pope of the Church of Destiny?

Where is the original owner now?

Why choose him?

However, before he could ask, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then everything around him changed and slowly became blurry.

In a short while, there was only white light around him and he could not see anyone or anything.

"How is this going?"

Phil Gray was a little surprised. He heard the voice of Ansiel, the God of Fate, coming from the front: "Come here, my believer, come towards me——"

I'm not exactly your believer.

Phil Gray complained slightly in his heart, but he was no longer as resistant to this god as before. After all, He had helped him a lot, and he would have to rely on Him in the future.

He walked quickly forward until he came to a river that had dried up and had no end in sight.

"..."

His intuition told him that this river was the river of destiny, a symbol of the god of destiny.

How come it dried up?

"I am here."

The voice of God suddenly sounded in the air.

He raised his head, and the scene in the air made his pupils shrink, and he stepped back suddenly.

I saw a golden-haired god in a white robe tied to a huge stone pillar suspended in the air!

The divine power emanating from the other party made him feel extremely warm and familiar, and he even had the urge to cry. It was clearly the God of Destiny who had been calling him!

Why is it like this?

He believed that the God of Destiny was high above, sitting in His kingdom, holding the fine wine offered by believers and playing with the fate of all living beings. The vicissitudes and coincidences of human life were nothing more than a few strokes of the script or a small prank written by His hand.

And now, this god was entangled by unknown black thorns and hung on a stone pillar in the air. He had a holy yet miserable beauty, just like Prometheus in Greek mythology in his previous life.

Is this a special hobby, or has he been kidnapped by a more powerful god?

As if sensing Phil Gray's strange gaze, the god gave him a cold look.

"Are you the God of Destiny?" Phil Gray felt that he had done something unnecessary as soon as he asked, and then he asked, "What is the matter with you summoning me here?"

"As you can see, I need your help."

The God of Destiny was very frank and directly stated his purpose.

"Ah? I help you? You are a god, how can I, a mere mortal, help you? So this is why you brought me from Earth?"

Phil Gray didn't expect this answer. He never thought that there was anything different about him that could allow the God of Destiny to pull him over from two worlds and ask him to save the other person.

"You are different. Only you can save me and save this world." The God of Destiny said this, making Phil Gray even more puzzled.

It’s not like he had not dreamed of being a savior when he was a child, but when he grew up and was hit hard by the cold reality, he never had those daydreams again.

He was just an ordinary person on that blue planet.

"I don't know why you are so sure, but why don't you ask me what I think? Are you going to decide the fate of others so casually?"

Compared to being a savior, he used to prefer being an ordinary, stable person.

The god in the sky lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"I never decided your fate, you chose your own fate."

As the god's words fell, the power of destiny surged towards Phil Gray, and the fuzzy areas in his mind seemed to become clearer little by little. Those were the memories of his time on Earth that he had never been able to remember.

In the past, he only knew that he was a Chinese, but he forgot his name, his occupation, and everything about him.

And now, all of that was clearly presented before his eyes.

It turns out that he really did choose his own destiny.