I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The bustle and cheers of the living no longer have anything to do with the dead.

Valk Dodd's head fell and he reluctantly breathed his last.

His soul floated out of his body, his eyes still staring at Phil Gray with hatred. He wanted very much to go forward and tear this darling of God into pieces, but the guiding beam of light from the Kingdom of Life had already enveloped his soul. If he left this beam, he would be regarded as having given up the chance to be reincarnated on the Wheel of Fortune, and would only be a wandering soul in the world that could dissipate at any time.

So he gritted his teeth and made a fierce vow to take revenge in the next life.

However, just as he was about to fly into the Kingdom of Life, a huge black hand appeared from mid-air, grabbed him, and pulled him out of the guiding beam of light of the Kingdom of Life.

Then, a dark and ancient door suddenly opened, and the black hand threw him directly in, and the door closed tightly again in the blink of an eye.

This is the gateway to the abyss of the dead.

Walker Dodd was dumbfounded!

He carefully looked into the extremely dark abyss; the cold and thick deathly aura made his soul shiver.

He could hardly suppress his fear and looked around desperately, "Who is it? Who is it?"

There was no confidence in his question. He knew that the person who was against him and could snatch him away from the guiding beam of light of the Kingdom of Life was definitely not a simple person!

"Haha, it's me. Do you remember me?"

A black throne suddenly appeared in the air, with ghostly blue fire surrounding it, illuminating the pale yet handsome face of the man sitting on it.

"He" crossed his legs in a casual posture, wearing a long cloak made of black feathers, with a dangerous smile in his eyes, and gently playing with a mask in his hand.

"Who are you? I really don't remember. Please let me go and let me go to the Wheel of Life!" Valk Dodd pleaded hurriedly.

"What about now? Think about it carefully."

The man on the throne covered his face with a mask, then walked step by step up the non-existent stairs in the air to Valk Dodd.

As he got closer and closer to Valk Dodd, the knight's heart almost beat out.

"You, you are the knight next to Phil Gray!"

Valk Dodd opened his eyes wide, and at the last moment he thought of the man who was protecting Phil Gray. He never thought that the person he had easily killed would turn out to be a big shot in the Abyss of the Dead.

He knelt down on the ground in a hurry, kowtowed desperately.

"Please, I just wanted to capture our Pope, I didn't mean to..."

Before he finished speaking, the person on the other side sneered softly: "I don't want to hear your explanation. I just want to say that I really remember you. It's your honor."

Wild raised his right hand and waved it lightly towards Valk Dodd, and the Knight Commander was turned into a thumb-sized skull.

He smiled, picked up the skull, walked to the throne step by step, and embedded it in the armrest.

Satisfied said:

"really not bad."

……

Because there were too many things waiting for Phil Gray to deal with, the God's Descent Ceremony had to end hastily, but the shock and impact it brought were profound and lasting.

On this unusual day of God's descent, believers of the Church of Destiny witnessed a struggle between the Pope of Destiny and the traitors, witnessed the miracle of the altar being restored to its original state, and witnessed the strength and determination of His Holiness the Pope.

After the ceremony, the followers of Fate dispersed with awe and excitement. They knew that today's events would be recorded in history. In the official record of the Church of Fate, the Chronicle of Fate, there would be a passage like this: "At the call of fate, Pope Phil Gray returned with a sharp blade in hand, allowing the betrayers to cleanse their sins with blood and souls. He not only dispelled the haze that shrouded the Church, but also made the gods lower their eyes and send down miracles. With his own strength, he rebuilt the believers' faith in the God of Fate."

The group returned to the Pope's palace. Phil Gray was filled with emotion. He recalled the scene when he was here a year ago. The arrangement of the tables and chairs had not changed at all. Even the servants on duty were still Kane and Milu, but everything was different.

He truly became the Pope of the Church of Destiny.

He asked the other members of Destiny to go out for a while, leaving only Elder Grant.

He said to Elder Ge Lan, who had been silent for a long time: "Elder Ge Lan, thank you very much for Chen Xi's help before. Now I formally apologize to you. I concealed my identity as both the God of Destiny and the God of Death.

"Also, I was indeed the one who took the elder's right hand. I bought his body from a Death God's Blessed One at a low-level trade fair. I didn't know he was actually an elder of Dawn. I have deceived you so much, but my feelings for Dawn have never changed. Dawn is my second home on this Weir Continent. No matter what happens in the future, I will always be Dawn's partner."

He hoped that at least Chenxi would not hate fate and regard him as an enemy.

"You're overthinking it. The fact that you are the Son of the Dawn will never change. The mark of the Day Prophet will not disappear just because you are the one favored by the God of Destiny. So we will not deny your identity as the Son of the Dawn just because you are the Pope of Destiny. I think if His Majesty the Pope knew your true situation, he would only regret why he didn't give up the position of Pope earlier. After all, there has never been a person who has been favored by so many gods in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Weir Continent. Now you are detained by the Church of Destiny. How regretful the Dawn must be!"

Elder Grant's eyes fell on Phil Gray, who was as kind as ever, and not as angry about the deception as he had imagined.

"As for that elder, the Blazing Sun Sword happens to be in your hands now. I think this means that he doesn't mind."

"Thank you, Elder Grant. After I have dealt with the affairs of the Church of Destiny, I will return to Dawn to visit you." Phil Gray smiled with relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Of course I'm coming back. Isn't your pet cat still in Chenxi?"

Elder Grant laughed.

"Yes." No one knew what had happened to the cat that was suspected to have a close connection with the Son of Night. If his guess was correct, the fragment of the Kingdom of Night should have gone to find the cat.

And he remembered something, "Elder, I heard that Dawn and other churches formed a coalition?"

"Yes, we have been away for nearly a month. According to news from the Holy See, the Church of War and the Church of Dreams have opened the first front line in the city of Yachisde. This city is located in the southernmost part of our church and at the junction of dreams. Currently, the knights of the Dawn and Eternal Churches and the Church of Life have already gone there." Elder Grant's face turned serious.

"Fate will also send people there." Phil Gray said. Although he didn't know how much power the Holy See currently had, they could not be absent.

"Okay." Elder Glen nodded with satisfaction. "In that case, I won't delay you from handling matters of fate. Your Majesty Phil Gray, goodbye!"

It was time for him to go back and report to His Majesty Pope Dawn. He just wondered if the old man would be so angry that he would vomit blood after he "lost" another Holy Son during this trip.

"Elder, I'll see you off."

“No need.” Elder Grant turned around and strode away. Just as his figure was about to disappear, he turned back and said, “Your Highness, the Dawn Society will always be your backer. Please be sure to protect yourself.”

A hint of warmth flashed through Phil Gray's heart, and he nodded sharply at the empty palace.