I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Arthur led them to the north gate of the city, where there was a road leading towards the headquarters city of Gilga.

They entered the city yesterday and chased the thief through the south gate, which leads to the direction of the Eternal Church.

Sure enough, there was already a convoy here.

Three skeleton horses pulled the carriage, followed by about a dozen undead knights.

According to Arthur, they need to take a carriage to another city, Lampuga, and then they can take a train that goes directly to the headquarters, which is much faster than the skeleton carriage.

This is just a remote town for the Church of the Dead, so the operator of Dalie did not invest here.

"I won't see you off. One day when we both reach the abyss, maybe we can be neighbors together." Arthur gave each of them a reluctant hug.

Phil Gray murmured to himself, this kid is really honest, but the matter of becoming neighbors in the Abyss of the Dead should be discussed later.

Two of the carriages were already occupied, probably the other three people participating in the selection.

Phil Gray and Eli got into the empty carriage.

"Goodbye!"

Arthur waved his hand behind them.

Just as the carriage was about to take the straight road, there was a sudden sharp sound of a bone flute. The sound was so harsh that Phil Gray felt like his eardrums were about to be pierced.

Eli was confused and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

The procession stopped.

Then, a flash of firework appeared in the sky, and colorful fireworks resounded through the sky. This seemed like an impossible thing in the area of ​​the Church of Death.

Before Phil Gray could react, the three people in the other two carriages quickly got off the carriages, and the undead knights also got off their horses. They knelt on the ground and shouted devoutly:

"In praise of death!"

"Praise your Holiness, you have finally achieved eternal life!"

"May you have a safe journey home. We will follow in your footsteps forever."

Phil Gray and Eli also jumped out of the car and pretended to be pious: "Praise death!"

The two realized that this commotion must have been caused by the Pope of Death passing away at this moment and returning to the kingdom of death.

Everyone stood up with happy smiles on their faces, which made Phil Gray a little surprised.

The leader said, "Let's go back to the city. There's no need to go to the headquarters now."

Just as he finished speaking, the city gate suddenly opened, and an undead knight ran towards them quickly: "The bishop has ordered us to return to the city immediately! Seal the city gate!"

"Yes."

The leading Undead Knight nodded respectfully.

Arthur saw that they had not left, and ran over excitedly, "Hey! I didn't expect His Holiness the Pope to leave at this time. It seems that he is still a step too late. You can't leave. The celebration is about to begin!"

"Yeah." Phil Gray and Eli were a little disappointed. It seemed they wouldn't be able to ride in other people's convoy.

Eli patted Arthur's shoulder, "Why is the city gate blocked?"

"Oh, the Archbishop was afraid that people from other sects would take advantage of the Pope's death to cause trouble, so he ordered all cities to be temporarily blocked to allow His Majesty to go to the abyss with peace of mind." Arthur explained.

"Is that so? When will the ban be lifted?"

"I don't know either. Will it be unblocked after the celebration? Celebrations in various places are almost happening at the same time."

"Master, I'm going to take these people to the celebration." The leader interrupted their conversation.

"Okay, see you later!" Arthur waved at them and winked. "Since the last celebration you're going to attend is our city's, I'll support you. Come on!"

"Okay." Phil Gray forced a smile.

He didn't want to participate in any celebrations of death; he just couldn't adapt to it.

And from what Arthur said, the so-called selection is actually a performance at the celebration at the headquarters.

Eli, however, looked interested. "Speaking of which, this pope was already in office when I was born, so I never attended any celebrations of his death. It sounds quite interesting."

"So what show have you decided on?"

"From what they said, it seems that we don't need to prepare." Eli was also very curious.

Soon they arrived at the entrance of the cathedral of Catamerlo, where they saw a huge statue of the god of death.

The face of the statue was blurry and hidden under the black cloak, making it difficult to see the true appearance of the god of death.

Phil Gray looked up at the statue of the God of Death and remembered Dark Night's evaluation of Him, a God of Fun. He really couldn't understand why there would be such an evaluation.

Listening to His voice when He usually delivered proverbs, it was cold, as if He was tired of the whole world and hated all life.

He must be a powerful and cold god.

Before he could think about it, he heard someone asking them to get off the bus.

We followed the tour guide into the cathedral and found it was very lively inside. The church was already full of people.

Arthur's father, the bishop, held a black book in his hands and recited poems about death.

The servants of God carried box after box of fine wine and dish after dish of delicious food and placed them on the set table.

The leader took them up to the second floor of the cathedral, from where they had a panoramic view of the area below, and people below could also clearly see the situation on the second floor.

Arthur stood in the crowd and waved upstairs.

Phil Gray smiled back.

After the bishop finished reciting the poem praising the god of death, he gestured to the crowd.

The crowd fell silent instantly.

"Everyone," the bishop's voice echoed in the cathedral, his eyes flashing with reverence for death, "We gather here today to celebrate our great pope, whose soul has left his mortal body and gone to the embrace of the god of death, gaining true eternal life."

"Let us pray for the return of His Holiness the Pope, may he find peace in the abyss, may his heroic spirit always shine on our Church of the Dead and guide the way forward for our believers!" There was no trace of sadness in the bishop's words, which were filled with praise for death.

Following the bishop's guidance, the believers began to chant in unison, their pale cheeks flushed with excitement.

Phil Gray and Eli also sang along with the others, their voices blending in with the crowd and not standing out.

This must be the happiest funeral he had ever attended, Phil Gray felt a little emotional and glanced across the entire cathedral.

The interior of the cathedral is decorated solemnly, with portraits of successive popes and some famous figures hanging on the walls. Each portrait reveals a tranquility that transcends the world.

Perhaps those who take death lightly and regard it as the final destination will all have this temperament.

Looking at the enthusiastic looks of the believers downstairs, Phil Gray had no doubt that if the Church of the Dead had not expressly prohibited suicide and stated that people who committed suicide could not enter the abyss, these people would definitely commit suicide immediately, right?

As the ceremony progressed, believers began to share wine and food, and the atmosphere in the cathedral became more heated. People expressed their sincere respect for the God of Death and His Holiness the Pope in the celebration.

Arthur moved among the crowd, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He looked up at the second floor from time to time and waved to Phil Gray and Eli.

Just as Phil Gray and Eli were about to go down to try the food of the Church of the Dead, the leader of their group nodded to the bishop and said, "It's almost time!"

What time is it almost?

The bishop just waved his hand, and a team of undead knights carried five black stone coffins to the center of the church. The coffins were carved with complicated runes. It was unknown for whom these were the final resting places prepared.

The crowd consciously put down the food and wine in their hands and listened quietly to the bishop's speech.

"Everyone, since His Majesty left in such a hurry, the followers we chose did not have time to rush to the Vatican, so I temporarily prepared these five coffins, and I will preside over the following ceremony!" The bishop said, looking at the people on the second floor.

"These five are the most outstanding young people in my sect. Their devotion to death has moved me. I believe they are qualified to follow Your Majesty. Now that the gate to the abyss has been opened, Your Majesty will pave the way with his own body and lead these young people to the abyss together."

"Wow! These are the five!"

"I know those two. They helped us catch the thief yesterday."

"That one seems to be the city lord's second son."

"And the son of the richest man."

"Hey, why are there only five spots?"

"Five places for each city, the total is already quite impressive. Alas, we useless people can only return to the arms of the god of death when we die of old age, right?"

Looking at the envious eyes of the believers downstairs, Phil Gray had the urge to beat Arthur to death.

We helped you catch a thief, and this is how you repay us?

Is it reasonable to let your benefactor die?