I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Although going to the Church of the Dead was unexpected, leaving the Church of Destiny was part of Phil Gray's plan.

Not only does he have the responsibility of supporting the Church of Destiny on his shoulders, he must also gather strength to fulfill his promise to Ansel.

Therefore, it is impossible to stay in the Vatican for a long time.

This time, only he and Eli went to the Church of the Dead. They were both followers of the God of Death, so it was easier for them to hide their identities. If other people followed them, there would be a risk of being exposed.

He did not plan to go there as the Pope of Fate. After all, he was not clear about the attitude of the Church of the Dead. This church had always been at odds with Dawn, and it was inevitable that they would exclude him because of his identity as the Son of Dawn.

After assigning some affairs to Ernest and Patrick, although they were reluctant to leave, they still expressed that they would definitely help His Holiness the Pope to protect the Vatican.

Bishop Dominic seemed to have remembered something and said, "Your Majesty, speaking of which, there are two undercover agents in the Church of the Dead that we sent ten years ago. They are currently serving as bishops in a certain district of their headquarters, Skaan City. They also passed on some information three years ago. I will give you their information. You can ask them to take care of them when the time comes."

"We actually have undercover agents in the Church of the Dead?"

Phil Gray was a little surprised, but when he thought about the undercover agents in Destiny from other sects and countries that had been uncovered before, and that Dawn also had undercover agents in Bloody Disaster, he was no longer surprised.

It seems quite normal for different religions to go undercover on each other.

"Yes, Destiny has been going downhill over the years. Other sects appear to be kind on the surface, but they have attacked us secretly. That's why the Pope sent a large number of believers to go undercover in various sects to pass on their news about Destiny. Some have sacrificed their lives, and some are still hiding in secret." Bishop Dominic sighed, recalling their fearless look when they left.

Divine power is not easy to hide unless one has a skill like the Right Hand of Death, and once discovered, one's life will be in danger.

Phil Gray nodded: "Okay, tell me the information of these two people."

The night passed in a flash, and early the next morning, Chenxi's carriage had stopped at the gate of North City.

Eli drove the carriage with a smile on his face. Ever since he obtained the "Soul of the Sea" to stabilize his sister's soul, he had no worries.

Now he has to go back to the Church of the Dead. Although he has only lived there for seven years, the place is filled with memories of him and his sister. When he goes there with his sister's soul, he also feels a bit of melancholy as he returns to his hometown.

Of course, before going to the Church of the Dead, they have to go to the Church of Dark Night. Phil Gray has not forgotten the agreement he made with the Savior.

At this moment, the main god of the Dark Night Cult was lying in his arms, and Dark Night was sleeping soundly.

As the nimble horses spread their golden wings, the two men and one cat set off!

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There was no doubt about the speed of Pegasus. At noon, the two arrived at the Dark Night Parish.

Feeling the breath of the power of Dark Night, Dark Night yawned, woke up from his sleep, and jumped onto Phil Gray's shoulder. His cat eyes were bright and sharp, as if he was patrolling his territory.

The Pope, who had already anticipated his fate, caught the cat steadily this time.

The carriage stopped at the door of the Dark Night Cathedral, and this movement naturally attracted the attention of the people of Dark Night.

Bishop Eugene of the Cult of Darkness walked out of the cathedral and saw Phil Gray getting off the carriage.

"Your Highness the Holy Son of Dawn? Oh no, Your Majesty the Pope of Destiny, how are you?" Bishop Eugene was surprised for a moment and then smiled, but his face looked much more haggard and seemed even older than when they formed an alliance with Dawn.

He bowed slightly to Phil Gray in respect.

This is admiration from the bottom of the heart, even though it is for a young man who is much younger than him.

"Hello, Bishop. There is no need to be so polite. I came here to visit His Holiness the Pope of your church. I have something important to discuss with him."

"Okay, His Holiness the Pope is now in the cathedral, please follow me." Bishop Eugene turned around and led the way for them.

"Thank you. Bishop Eugene doesn't look well. Has he encountered any problems recently?"

Phil Gray inquired.

"Oh, I'm sorry to make you laugh. You must be aware of the situation of my church. It has been declining over the years, and is almost degraded from the main church of the past to a second-rate one. Now the war in Weir is raging, and my church is extremely short of God's favored ones. His Holiness the Pope and I are worried day and night, worried that the enemy will attack my church. I'm afraid that my church will be destroyed overnight, and the inheritance of the Dark Night will be cut off!" Elder Eugene said in a trembling voice.

They also knew that Destiny was attacked by the cult of disease, but Dark Night was much more destitute than Destiny, and there was no Pope who could turn the tide. In contrast, Dark Night could only disappear.

This is the tragedy of lack of strength!

Phil Gray turned his head and saw Dark Night with his eyes wide open. The cat seemed unaware of Dark Night's current situation. Maybe in its mind, even if Dark Night was miserable, it wouldn't be this miserable.

"Bishop, don't worry. I came here for the development of Dark Night and to fulfill a promise. Although Destiny is also declining, if you really encounter difficulties, we will never sit idly by."

Bishop Eugene forced a smile and said, "Thank you, your words are enough."

Each religion has its own interests. Although he understood the character of the young man in front of him, he did not dare to fully believe the other party's promise because of the involvement of sectarian interests.

Who knows whether such help will make the dark night an appendage of fate?

As the church of the former main god, the Dark Night Cult would rather perish than depend on other churches like those small churches. Believers can kneel down and beg for survival, but their god must not be inferior to other gods!

Walking silently to the center of the cathedral, Phil Gray saw a hunched figure kneeling under the statue of the Son of Night.

He was devoutly singing a hymn praising the Son of Night:

"In the embrace of the night sky, the stars sing softly,

Son of the night, you are the guardian of silence.

The moonlight shines, your grace heals my heartache,

Under your protection, the stars fly freely.

As night falls, your light guides the way.

Through the fog, bringing peace and hope.

The starlight in the darkness, the burning faith,

Son of the night, you are the eternal guardian until the dawn.

Your name flows in my heart like a secret word.

In the silence, we feel your power.

May your tranquility accompany every night,

Son of the Night, we offer you our most sincere praises."

His voice gradually became hoarse until he choked with sobs. Finally, he prostrated himself on the ground and shouted loudly:

"My God, have you given up on us? Where will the future of the dark night lead to?"

Bishop Eugene wiped away his tears and wanted to remind his own Pope.

But Phil Gray stopped him and asked him to wait a moment.

At this moment, Bishop Eugene was immersed in sorrow and did not notice that the black cat on the shoulder of Pope Fate had disappeared.

He was somewhat puzzled by the actions of the Pope of Fate, but like him, he also cast his gaze towards the statue of the god.

This statue is three meters high and has stood here for nearly a thousand years. It was newly built after being moved from the southeast corner of the East Continent. Time has left many mottled marks on it, but devout believers still keep it in the most dazzling appearance of the god.

The little boy bent over, holding a cloth bag in his hand, and made a gesture of pouring out stars, bringing darkness and silence to the earth.

At this moment, the statue moved!

The power of the Dark Night enveloped the entire church. The little boy stood straight, lowered his head, and looked at the Dark Night Pope: "My believers, I have never given up on you. The Dark Night will last forever in Weir."

Although His voice was childish, it was full of majesty and divinity.

The Pope of Dark Night looked up at the statue in disbelief. His eyes were blurred by tears, but he could still see that all the gods he had believed in all his life were right in front of him.

"God, I, the Dark Night Church have been declining for thousands of years. We have failed you." The Pope's lips trembled, and he felt ashamed of not being able to face God.

"No, you have done well. The faithful will receive the gift of darkness."

As the Son of Night's voice fell, powerful Dark Night divine power burst out from the statue. The Dark Night Pope and Bishop Eugene, bathed in the divine power, broke through the God-descent level in an instant.

At this moment, the power of Dark Night spread throughout the entire diocese. From time to time, followers broke through to the next realm. They also felt the breath of the gods and fell to their knees with tears in their eyes.

It’s great that God didn’t give up on them!