I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"I see." Phil Gray understood.

Eli continued, "And the appearance of some people at the headquarters, well... you can't even define him as a human being. I was scared many times when I was a child."

"What do you mean?"

"Most of the skills that the God of Death bestows upon his followers are related to the undead. Some of these skills are too bizarre. I have seen followers with two heads, and followers with only the upper body, while the lower body is in the form of a ghost."

"The people here are indeed much more normal." Phil Gray held his forehead with his hand. It seemed that he had to prepare himself mentally before arriving at the headquarters of the Church of the Dead.

"Also, you should be able to feel that the higher the level of the God of Death's followers, the more their bodies transform into undead. To be honest, being with those high-level followers is actually no different from being with undead."

"Indeed," agreed Phil Gray.

They looked around as they walked. For Phil Gray, who was visiting the Church of the Dead for the first time, everything was very new. The local customs and practices here made him feel as if he had come to another world.

Like the followers of the God of Death here, they wore black robes that dragged on the ground and had particularly pale masks on their faces, which concealed their faces while also showing their piety to the God of Death.

The night was still sleeping, and for convenience, they made a backpack similar to the cat bag on Earth in the previous life, which was carried on the back of Eli, the younger brother of the Son of Night.

The combination of the two is mediocre, and they seem to have merged into this dead city.

"catch him!"

"Catch him now!"

"Damn this guy, he's as cunning as a rabbit!"

A figure as fast as the wind passed by Phil Gray and Eli, followed by a noisy crowd and two cursing undead knights riding on skeleton horses, holding bone swords and chasing the figure that had just run away from them.

"Oh, my things are gone!"

"Me too."

Pedestrians walking nearby stopped and suddenly shouted in panic.

"That's the thief just now, come and chase him with us!" someone shouted.

"Oh my God, God of Death, why didn't you take this guy away earlier?"

The size of the crowd swelled again.

Phil Gray and Eli looked at each other and chased after him together.

Eli just felt a lightness on his back, he never expected that his cat would be stolen!

The huge crowd was chasing a thief who was fleeing at a high speed, and from time to time they bumped into the skeleton carriages and coffins on the road, making this lifeless city a little more lively.

But this thief is really amazing. He was able to steal the things of the Divine Revelation-level followers while escaping!

Phil Gray sighed in his heart, but his feet were not slow.

The speed of a divine revelation-level follower should not be underestimated. He and Eli soon took the lead in the crowd, surpassing the two undead knights and closely following the thief.

Getting closer and closer to the city gate, the thief slid away from the interception of the city gate guards and slipped out of the city gate like a loach, catching the guards off guard and they didn't even have time to react.

Phil Gray and Eli also quickened their pace and followed closely behind, their figures flashing past the sight of the guards at the city gate.

As soon as you leave the city gate, you will see uneven terrain and many dead trees. This is the area between the Church of Death and Eternity.

The thief's speed became even faster here. He seemed to be very familiar with this area. He flexibly shuttled between the dead trees, trying to use the terrain to shake off the pursuers.

After a long while, they were already quite a distance away from the city of Catamero. The thief looked behind him and found that there was no one there.

He stopped, his face full of pride, his back straight, he tore off the camouflage mask from his face, and put on a gray tights.

"Hehe, praise the God of Thieves, today's harvest is quite fruitful."

He leaped onto a dead tree and counted his catch.

During this journey, his skill of "stealing" became more and more sophisticated. He was now able to steal the most valuable things from someone just by making contact with his body.

"Oh wow, what is this? High-purity blue crystal, yeah, a good knife, should be able to sell for a lot of money, a skeleton staff, not bad either, oh, this is some unlucky guy I got this shit from, what the hell!"

The thief spat and threw a bunch of useless bits and pieces to the ground.

"No wonder the seniors didn't wipe out the Church of the Dead. There aren't many things that living people can use! But if I gather a few more cities from different churches, I can complete the motto of the great God of Thieves. I'm only a few days away from establishing the Cult of the God of Thieves. Hehe, which church will I choose next?"

The thief was dreaming as he was looking through his loot. At this moment, he saw a black cloth bag with some holes in it, and there seemed to be a faint heat coming out of it.

"What is this? Is it alive?"

Isn't the Church of the Dead filled with dead things? The thief unwrapped the cloth bag with great confusion and found a black cat. The black cat seemed to be woken up by him and looked at him fiercely with its green eyes.

"A black cat, another worthless thing." The thief was extremely depressed. The most common living creature in the Church of the Dead was the black cat. This thing was quite evil, but it was worthless!

He threw the cat to the ground and decided to leave it alone.

Unexpectedly, the cat did not fall to the ground. Instead, it suddenly grew larger, becoming the size of a tiger, and pounced towards him.

The thief opened his eyes in disbelief. He was already very fast, but was still knocked to the ground by the cat.

With a bang, the thief's body fell to the ground under the pressure of the black cat, leaving a big hole.

The dizzy thief climbed out of the pit and used the escape skills given by the God of Thieves, but as soon as he ran, he bumped into a wall and a big bump appeared on his head.

"How could there be a wall in the wilderness?" The thief raised his head frantically, but a flaming sword was pressed against his throat.

"Why don't you run away?"

The teasing voice made the thief feel discouraged. He saw that the man holding the sword was a young man wearing a black robe, with a pale face but extremely handsome.

The one favored by the God of Death?

He understood it very well, and now he was caught stealing other people's things.

I remember the first chapter of "The Thief's Bible", which says that after being caught, one should first try to deny it.

He looked at the other person in confusion. "What do you mean? I don't seem to understand. I didn't run. I was just taking a walk in the forest. Withered vines, old trees, and crows. As a believer in the God of Death, aren't you moved by this scene?"

"Oh, my friend, you have a good poetic sense, but I think we should not beat around the bush," Phil Gray said with a smile. His voice was gentle, but the flames on his sword made the thief feel a chill.

"Yes, the stolen goods are all here. Do you still want to deny it?" Eli pointed at the items scattered all over the tree by the thieves, with a sleepy cat in his arms.

The thief was stunned for a moment because he didn't expect that the black cat that was so ferocious just now turned into such a well-behaved one.

Seeing that this trick had failed, the thief could only think of other ways. He smiled awkwardly: "Okay, I admit that I did it. Please take back the sword first. I think it's just a small theft, so it shouldn't be a capital crime, right? You two don't want someone like me to pollute the sacred abyss, right?"

As he spoke, he tried to touch the sword that seemed to be on fire, trying to move it away a little to avoid accidentally slitting his throat. At the same time, he seemed to be wondering how this follower of the god of death could carry such a bright sword.

At this moment, the thief used his supernatural power, and the Sword of the Scorching Sun instantly changed its owner, and the hilt was held in the thief's hand.

"Hahaha, bye!"

He dodged and wanted to leave quickly, but was blocked by four square walls.

There is no way to go anywhere.

The thief was tied up tightly by Eli with vines, like a turtle in a jar, leaving him no chance to take advantage of.

"Fortunately, the previous stock is enough." Eli clapped his hands. The more the vines struggled, the tighter they would become.

Heiye lay down in the cat bag behind him again. He had not recovered yet, but he sensed that the outside world was unsafe and woke up temporarily. Now with his younger brother's protection, he continued to sleep peacefully.

"Okay, okay, I won't run away. But what's up with this wall?" the thief asked puzzledly. He watched the young man summon four walls, but he didn't feel that he used the power of death.

"Why should I tell you? Shut up." Phil Gray stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth to stop him from saying any sweet words.

He was not worried about exposing his other skills to the outside world. Many followers of the Church of the Dead could make items from the corpses of followers of other sects, like his Right Hand of Death, so it was not surprising that he mastered some skills of other sects.

But there is no need to explain this to the thief.