I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"You betrayed God!"

"How could this be possible? It's impossible. How could our Holy Son become the favored one of life?"

"Traitor, he is a traitor!"

The flames of anger ignited the minds of everyone present, and they looked at the boy with heartbroken eyes.

The boy no longer had the dead air in his body. Instead, he was full of vitality and vigor, like a tender sprout poking out of the soil, or like green bamboo shoots in the mountains after the rain. Such a wonderful breath surrounded him, as if it could heal all illnesses and pains.

But this is exactly what everyone present hates.

The boy took out a flower that exuded vitality from his pocket. It was a gift he brought back from the outside world for his sister.

Despite the protection of the breath of life, the flowers almost withered under the influence of the strong power of death around them.

"I didn't betray you! Why couldn't my sister wait for me a little longer? It was just a little bit short..."

The boy ignored the angry adults. His tears continued to drip onto the ground as he mourned the death of his sister.

"Great Elder, how should His Royal Highness the Holy Son deal with this?"

"Shut up, he is not our Holy Son anymore."

"Then this..."

"Great Elder, the betrayer deserves the punishment..."

After a moment's silence, a heavy sigh was heard, "Tell His Majesty to follow the rules."

"But what about the Second Elder?"

"Forget it. For the sake of the Second Elder, let him go to the Abyss earlier after the burning."

"Well, after all, he was our former Holy Son, and we couldn't bear to see him trapped in eternal torture without relief. Well, if he goes to the abyss, he can see his sister sooner."

Sighs rang out one after another, and all that remained in Sid's memory was that pair of green eyes, so fearless and stubborn. They were forged into a gem that would never fade in the raging fire, embedded in their hearts, and became a regret in their hearts.

The owner of the mark of God can clearly become the new generation of legend of the Church of the Dead.

But now he has become a shameful traitor and a coward who escapes death.

……

Thinking back to the present, Sid asked tentatively, "What's your name?"

"Eli."

Sid's guess had completely become a reality. He felt very complicated. He looked away and turned to the other elders and the archbishop, "What do you think?"

The archbishop was not aware of what happened back then, and the previous archbishop who knew everything had been gone for more than ten years. A smile appeared on his face: "How can I explain this? The bearers of the mark of God are all born sons of God. How dare we deny the person chosen by the God of Death?"

The second elder frowned, his eyes met the first elder's and then he quickly looked away without saying a word.

The third elder nodded and said gently, "Since he is the Holy Son chosen by the God of Death, I think he is qualified to be a candidate."

The Third Elder, like the Bishop, is the leader of the peace faction. They were not very satisfied with the current few Holy Sons. After all, under the guidance of the Great Elder, they would definitely support joining the war with Chenxi after they succeeded.

And now, the newly emerged Son of God may bring a turning point.

Although the elders below them did not have much say, they all expressed that this was a great joyous event and that they must definitely allow the other party to become a candidate.

Didn’t you see that Chenxi already has two holy sons with the mark of gods? Now the Church of the Dead also has one, that’s great!

Even if this Son of God had appeared earlier and been trained by them, His Holiness the Pope would definitely have directly designated him as the next Pope. Why would he need to select from so many Sons of God?

"Oh my god, is that the mark of the god of death?"

"Yes, and it's a black lotus. It's really beautiful! I remember that according to the church chronicles, there are not many saints with the black lotus mark. Most of the saints chosen by the god of death only have a skull mark."

"No matter what, they are born as a holy son who may not appear once every hundred years. We are not qualified to judge them."

"Come to think of it, his name is quite familiar. It seems to be the same name as a certain saint who died young."

"This pronunciation is very common in our church. It is a eulogy to death. Aren't the first two characters of the name of the absent Son also pronounced this way?"

The other senior members of the church began to discuss in low voices, while some of the older ones thought of the two twin saints who had died many years ago, with confusion and inquiry in their eyes.

"Well, since this is the will of the God of Death, we will naturally not disobey. After discussion by the elders, Eli, the Favored One, you are qualified to be a candidate."

Sid made a gesture of invitation, but he did not reveal Eli's true identity.

After all, that Holy Son was already "dead", and the reason why he was agreed to be a candidate was because of the strength he now demonstrated and the mark of the God of Death.

He had no intention of exploring how Eli became the one favored by the God of Death again. Since the facts were already before him, all of that was meaningless.

Whatever the reason, the Church of the Dead can no longer abandon a Holy Son who bears the mark of God.

Eli had already guessed their choice. He chuckled and slowly walked to the side of the other saints under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The three saints gave a forced welcoming smile to this sudden powerful competitor, but they were actually very furious inside.

Originally, one of the Sons of God was absent today, so they had one less competitor and they were so happy. But now, how come two more of them were added?

Speaking of the other person, they looked at Phil Gray again, their hearts beating fast. Could this son of God who also claimed to be the forgotten one also be the bearer of the mark of the God of Death?

Others have had this question too.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Phil Gray, with curiosity, anticipation and excitement. It was heard that Chenxi already had two saints carrying the mark of God, so would they have to send out two as well?

That would be great!

They were rubbing their hands, and couldn't wait to see the mark of the god.

Chenxi, ah Chenxi, you were so proud at the beginning, now it is the turn of our Church of the Dead.

Phil Gray smiled slightly under these gazes. He also wanted to show the mark of God, but on his wrist was the mark of the Day Prophet. He didn't dare to show it, otherwise, let alone becoming a candidate, he would probably be imprisoned directly.

Under the gaze of everyone, he said:

"I don't have the mark of God, but my strength has reached the level of God's revelation, and I have also heard the maxim of God that I should become the next Pope, which means that I also have the opportunity to become a God-level descendant. I am only 24 years old, younger than them, and I have also received the will of God. Don't I have the qualifications?"

Phil Gray's words disappointed everyone present. That's right, it's not that common to have a son chosen by God. It's good enough to have one.

But at this age, he has reached this stage and is a favorite of the gods, comparable to their Holy Son Yilaizhe.

The great elder Sid looked at the other elders and found that they had nothing to say, so he shook his head and said, "You are excellent and indeed qualified to become the Son of God, but this selection ceremony cannot make an exception for you. You are young enough, and we will hold the canonization ceremony for you after the new Pope takes the throne. I think that God has allowed you to serve as Pope without a time limit, right? Then wait for the next selection. This will not be considered as disobeying His will."

Phil Gray opened his eyes wide, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

No way? How could I be a generation shorter than him? If Eli became the Pope and I was canonized as the Holy Son by him, where would my boss stand?

Another selection, forty or fifty years later? By that time, either I will have become a god or this Weir world will have been destroyed by the gods of the Abyss. What kind of Pope will I still be in the Church of the Dead?

But now that the arguments of the Proverbs could not convince the elders, what else could he say? The God of Dawn at least gave him a Dawn Mark, so why didn't the God of Death show his appreciation? How could he complete the task?

Before he could open his mouth to refute, Elder Sid had someone ring the church bell to attract the believers' attention back:

"That's it. We've already wasted quite a bit of time. I declare the first round..."

"and many more!"

Being interrupted again, Sid's eyes were filled with gloom. He looked at Phil Gray, "Anything else?"

"Although I don't have the mark of God, I have a token given by God. I will participate in this selection ceremony today no matter what."