I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"I only hope that when you return to the position of Pope, you can take good care of my son so that he can live a carefree life."

"Thank you! I promise, if I can survive and get rid of those traitors, I will give you and Barry a lot of money and send people to take care of you."

"I won't give you the chance to threaten my son and His Holiness the Pope!"

"Praise the God of Destiny!"

"Brother, hug."

……

"No, no, I broke my promise—"

Phil Gray seemed to be trapped in an endless nightmare, with scenes from the past constantly reappearing and resetting.

But he was powerless to change the inevitable outcome.

"Phil! Boss, wake up!"

"cousin!"

There seemed to be different voices calling him in his ears, but he couldn't wake up.

He was forced to watch the repetitive tragedies, as if his whole body was suspended in midair, with no sense of reality at all.

"I have to come."

The faint mumbling sound made it difficult for him to hear clearly.

Just then, he suddenly felt a heavy object hitting his chest.

"Cough cough!"

It was as if he was thrown from the air to the ground, and was suddenly enveloped by the hard and cold reality of the ground.

My chest hurt so much that I couldn't breathe for a while.

But it seemed that all the nightmares had disappeared. He tried to open his eyes, and when the dim light shone into his eyes, he saw a group of people surrounding him.

Of course, there is also the darkness lying on his chest and staring at him.

"Cousin, you finally woke up. I was scared to death!" Patrick sniffed, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

The others also looked worried.

Phil Gray sat up and gently moved the darkness from his chest.

"I'm sorry to have worried you. What's going on?"

His voice was bitter and slightly angry.

"It was the work of the disease cult. During the two days you were unconscious, the disease cult took the opportunity to tamper with fate, and Gaza City fell." Eli said. He didn't want to tell his boss the bad news right after he woke up, but there was no other way.

"Disease worship!" Phil Gray gritted his teeth, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his anger was about to burst out.

"Don't worry. Bishop Joshua and Ernest have already gone to Gaza City."

"Yes, my father took the divine revelation-level person in the family with him. The longer the delay, the better. It's just..." Patrick pursed his lips.

"Just what?"

Eli answered for Patrick: "Although the Disease Cult is not the main god church, there are two gods demoted in the church. One is their pope and the other is their archbishop. It is this archbishop who is leading the legion this time."

God is demoted?

Yes, apart from some unknown small churches, there are only the declining dark night and the fate that has not been demoted by God.

Although there is no lack of low-end combat power, the lack of top-level combat power is also a fatal flaw.

This is probably one of the reasons why disease worship targets fate.

Eli glanced at him, his eyes filled with anger. "Your injury was caused by this Archbishop of Disease Worship. It is said that one of his skills is to turn the human body into a hotbed of disease, causing damage and spreading disease through human explosions. If it weren't for the help of your holy relic, the Balance, you would have been in great danger this time."

Phil Gray's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he seemed to be back in that bloody scene.

"Yes, cousin, your palace is now blocked. The little red bugs produced from the blood inside will drill into the human body as soon as they see a living person. Then the flesh and blood that have been drilled into will shatter into a pool, and then breed more little bugs. Bishop Dominic said that we have to burn it down, along with the palace, but I have to ask for your opinion." Patrick shivered as he spoke. He was really scared at the time.

Who would have known that in just a short while of running out to call his father, my cousin's whole body was broken into pieces.

He could only barely maintain a human form.

If Ernest had not been stopped by Eli, he would have become food for those insects.

Fortunately, my cousin's holy object reacted in time, and seemed to have used some means to make a chair next to him bear the pain for him.

The chair shattered instantly.

They were able to quickly take their cousin, who had returned to normal, away from the palace.

Eli glanced at Patrick, signaling him to stop talking about scary things.

But Phil Gray asked again and again about the situation.

Until his eyes turned red and his expression was extremely cold, "I will never let the disease cult go. I will make that archbishop die in pain!"

Whenever he thought of the innocent Barry who died tragically because of him, and who knew what kind of torture he had suffered at the hands of the disease cult, he wanted to tear the culprit into pieces!

"None of this is your fault, Phil. Don't blame yourself too much." Eli sighed, but felt how pale and powerless his words were.

"It's okay, I will cheer up and I will definitely avenge him." Phil Gray clenched his fists and lifted the thin blanket on his body, but he still felt weak.

There is a feeling of divine power being drained away.

"By the way, cousin, your holy object asked us to tell you that it will consume a huge amount of divine power to reverse your fate of being seriously injured and dying, so it will sleep for a while. When you are free, please say a few words to it in a place called Soul Harbor, so that its friends will not think it is missing." Patrick suddenly slapped his head and said.

He was very curious at the time that holy objects could have friends, so wouldn’t they all be holy objects?

"it is good."

Phil Gray nodded and said thank you to Xiaotian in his heart.

Then he stood up and said, "Eli, tell Bishop Dominic that we have also declared war on the Cult of Disease. I will go to the front line myself and fight them to the death!"

His Holiness the Pope's eyes were cold and firm, filled with an unstoppable fighting spirit and hatred.

"As you command, Your Majesty." Eli looked at his boss with a smile, knowing that self-blame and sadness would never bring him down.

He will only use the flesh, blood and soul of the culprit to pay tribute to the deceased!

"Cousin, we don't have any followers demoted by God. Do we need to ask other sects for help?" Patrick was more worried about this.

The Cult of Disease was originally a cult that Dawn and the Alliance of Many Sects had designated to be eliminated, but due to the coming of the three gods and the sudden declaration of war by the War Dream, they were not taken care of.

It would not be impossible for them to ask other churches for support for a few of God's Demoted Favored Ones.

"No need. Other churches are struggling to cope with wars and dreams. If the Cult of Disease only has two degraded followers, we should be able to handle it."

Although he was only at the level of a divine revelation of fate, with his other skills and the Holy Stone of Death that possessed infinite power, he was confident that he could fight against a lower-level god.

Plus, he still had a trump card that he hadn't used yet. Frank had helped him contact the Skeleton City Lord of the Abyss of the Dead, who promised to help him in exchange for a day trip to the human world.

It is just right to downgrade the god used to deal with the worship of disease.

but--

Phil Gray frowned, "What I am most worried about now is that the three gods will take action. Is the god of the disease cult, Eni, the god of disease, involved in this incident against fate? If I take action against the disease cult, will He take any action?"

The cat, who had been silent all this time, suddenly yawned and said, "Don't worry about that. Gods generally do not directly participate in the fights between believers. If they do, then the three gods who protect you will have a reason to take action as well. Then they can no longer stay in the Weir Continent. But it is obvious that they must have important things to accomplish when they possessed you, and they will not want to leave so easily."

"Besides," it licked its paws, looking down on the world, "if a god targets you, I will also take action."

Patrick stared into the night in amazement.

God of Destiny! My cousin's black cat actually spoke!

In fact, he seemed to hear the black cat making some sound just now, but he thought he was hallucinating. Unexpectedly, this cat could actually speak!

Eli was also somewhat incredulous, and even ignored Hei Ye's arrogant tone, but unconsciously reached out his hand towards it -

Fortunately, he was quick-witted, otherwise he would have an extra scratch on his hand!

"Don't move your hands, you are blaspheming God!"

Hei Ye's eyes were sharp and he had a condescending expression.

"God?"

"God?"

They both froze in place.