I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Although Eli had lived in the Church of the Dead for seven or eight years, he had never heard of the fact that a group of followers would be buried with the Pope after his death.

He looked at the crazy eyes downstairs and suddenly felt that he left not only to save his sister, but also to save himself.

He was born incompatible with the entire Church of the Dead. They worship death and wish to die immediately, but he cherishes every life around him, no matter if it is a weak cat or a blood-related sister.

"Praise death, and thank your majesty for giving us the opportunity to embrace death in advance."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Praise the God of Death, praise His Majesty!"

The other three were willing to die, and even put in a lot of effort for this position.

After all, if they were seeking death under normal circumstances, the Abyss of the Dead would not accept them. But now with the guidance of His Holiness the Pope, they can successfully reach the abyss.

Looking at their burning gazes and eager expressions, the bishop nodded with satisfaction.

He asked the servant beside him to bring five cups of prepared afterlife wine and send them upstairs.

"You are my majesty's followers and the most loyal believers of the God of Death. Now, my majesty's bones are the bridge and his blood is the road to lead you to the abyss. I hope you can take care of each other in the abyss, understand the true meaning of death, and serve the gods as soon as possible!"

After the bishop's voice fell, the three companions took the wine from the servant's hand and drank it all. After a while, they fell to the ground, but they had smiling faces and their eyes were intoxicated.

"In praise of death!"

Although the believers downstairs had red eyes due to jealousy, they still had to exclaim in unison.

Then they looked at the other two followers, as if anticipating their actions.

Surrounded by these gazes, Phil Gray felt a chill. He didn't want to go to the abyss so early.

"Everyone, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I have to finish it before I can go to the abyss. Now I voluntarily give up this place. I believe that there must be someone better who can get this place."

Everyone's eyes changed instantly, becoming incredulous. How could someone give up such a great opportunity? What could be more important than embracing death?

Although Eli planned to go to the abyss to find the altar to save his sister, it was obviously not the time.

He glanced at the people downstairs and said, "I am willing to give up my place. If we were not carrying the heavy responsibility entrusted by the God of Death, we would not want to give up this opportunity. However, we should put the words of God first rather than satisfying our own selfish desires. Don't you think so? As for followers, I have a candidate. The son of the bishop is young and promising, and has a noble character. I am willing to give my place to him."

After saying this, he winked at Arthur downstairs, as if to ask him to be loyal.

Arthur was stunned, unable to believe that a pie in the sky could fall on his head.

He had asked his father for this position countless times before, but was always refused by his father on the grounds that he could not show favoritism.

The bishop's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice, "I know my own son well. He is not qualified. You two don't need to be too modest. This opportunity will not come again."

"Thank you for your kindness, but we must fulfill God's precepts. Do you want us to ignore God's will?" Phil Gray said with a smile.

The bishop frowned, feeling somewhat disappointed: "In that case, you guys go down first. It's too late. The remaining two places will be voided."

"Thank you for your understanding, and may death be with you." Phil Gray nodded slightly.

"Praise Death, isn't it a bad idea to cancel it? It's really too late to select again from so many people. But you can let your son come to avoid wasting the quota. I think no one will mind." Eli insisted.

"Father, I was promoted to captain of the Knights yesterday. I performed very well. I think I am qualified now..."

"Shut up! I will not allow my family to enjoy privileges beyond ordinary people because of me. Today's following ceremony ends here. The time is up. Everyone, continue to celebrate."

The bishop glanced at Arthur and gave him a threatening look, so the latter had to shut up.

Other believers were moved by the bishop's words. After all, it was great to have a bishop who did not abuse his power for personal gain.

But the looks towards Phil Gray and Eli were not so friendly. They wasted two followers' places, which made these people who were thinking of returning to the arms of God every moment very angry.

Ignoring all the looks and discussions, the two left the church calmly.

"How come this bishop is so unpious about death that he doesn't even give his son such a good opportunity." Eli's hands were behind his head and accidentally touched the bag on his back. Then he remembered that Heiye was still sleeping soundly, and his voice unconsciously weakened.

"For a young believer, faith is everything, but after going through many things, he may realize that some things are far more valuable than faith, such as family affection. I dare not say for sure that the bishop refused because he was reluctant to be separated from his son, but this factor was more or less involved."

Phil Gray thought of the mysterious old man he had visited in the Doole City Cemetery and sighed, "I always feel that the current philosophy of the Church of the Dead has deviated from the true meaning of death. Life and death are interdependent. Believing in death is to not fear death, to be able to accept death calmly, and to cherish the time of being alive more, rather than being so extreme."

"You're right. Perhaps the real Church of the Dead existed a few hundred years ago. It has been led astray by some people now. At that time, believers did regard death as their final destination, but they did not pursue it in such a perverted way. Instead, they believed that death in accordance with nature was in line with the laws set by the gods and was the real death. Otherwise, if all the young and promising followers were sacrificed as it is now, the church would only decline more and more. How could it have survived until now?" Eli nodded, agreeing with him.

"Are those war enthusiasts seeking death through war? Whether it's the death of others or their own?" Phil Gray speculated.

"It's possible, but the leaders of the war faction won't take part in the battle themselves. They will only let those poor and stupid believers rush forward, as if they have received a great blessing while dying. For the leaders, death is indeed what they believe in, but it will come one day. Now they still want to enjoy worldly power and status." Eli sneered.

"makes sense."

"Heh, the God of Death asked us to come here to end the struggle within the Church of the Dead. I'm afraid he also wants us to change the status quo."

"of course."

After the two walked out of the church, they found a bone cart seller here and bought a bone cart equipped with a skeleton horse.

Apparently they would have to make their way to headquarters on their own.

As soon as the blockade of the city gate is lifted, it will be time for them to leave.

The celebration came to an end in the evening, and drunk believers left the cathedral in groups of two or three. Phil Gray looked at the believers lying on the roadside like corpses, and felt that they should believe in the god of wine instead of the god of death. However, there seemed to be no god of wine in this Weir world. Could it be that the god of death was working part-time?

Ignoring the drunken crowd, they drove the bone cart to the city gate, but found it still blocked.

"The celebration is over, why are we still prohibited from leaving the city?"

The guard's face was stern and he said without a trace of emotion: "Without the order of the archbishop, the city gate cannot be opened."

The two looked at each other with rebellious eyes, and the strong power of death was poured into the skeleton horses. The carriage took off into the air and passed over the city wall that was dozens of meters high in the shocked eyes of the guards.

"Come on!"

"Damn it!"

The undead knights guarding the city gate chased after the carriage, but the carriage, which had already landed steadily, ran so fast under the blessing of the almost endless power of death that it soon disappeared.

They had no choice but to return to the city to report, praying that the person who escaped was not a criminal from the dungeon and would not take the opportunity to cause any harm.

"I never thought that we were chasing others yesterday, but today we are the ones being chased." Phil Gray was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Isn't this what your religion always says about the fickleness of fate?"

The carriages were galloping along the straight road, their destination being the transit city of Lampuga.