I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The natives of the primitive tribe wore grass skirts, performed mysterious dances, and sang strange prayers. Phil Gray returned to the moment of his death in his previous life.

Only this time he had no bodyguards or folklorists with him, just him.

Compared with his confusion at that time, he now listened calmly to the natives' prayers.

The Lord of Flesh and Blood, the object of their sacrifice is the giant red-eyed spider Eris Nyder.

Why is there such a primitive tribe on Earth that believes in the gods of the Abyss? Will the Earth also face the threat of the gods of the Abyss?

Phil Gray's thoughts were very scattered until the fog grew larger and larger, enveloping him.

There was no one on the altar anymore; the natives had disappeared completely.

He walked slowly towards the altar, and the fear sealed by the God of Fate gradually returned.

The sound of his heartbeat was extremely loud and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This is the fear that comes from the heart of a human being when facing an evil god. As long as he has not become a god, he cannot suppress this instinct.

There was a crackling sound in the fog, and countless pairs of blood-red eyes opened. He saw the outline of an enormous spider with countless eyes on each of its legs.

Every eye was fixed on its prey.

"Hahaha, has the critical moment arrived? Well... let me experience your emotions and feelings personally..."

At this moment, Phil Gray's body shook, and all his fear and terror disappeared. It seemed that the Holy Spirit transferred all these things over, so this is how it judges and scores?

The Holy Spirit experienced it personally... He curled his lips, that was really great!

You know, although the God of Destiny recovered most of his memories from his previous life, his memories of the moment of his death and his feelings at that time were still sealed. It might be because even he couldn't bear it now, so he didn't know how he died at that time. Was he strangled by Eris's spider silk, or was he eaten directly by "He"?

Maybe this time I can find out without having to endure any pain?

Phil Gray continued to approach the giant spider with firm steps, without any fear, and the appearance of the evil god became clearer and clearer.

It feels so good to face death without any fear.

He curled the corners of his lips. Finally, the lurking hunter could no longer hold back. Countless spider silks suddenly wrapped around his entire body. The silk threads that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye slowly embedded into his body, as if they were going to mince his body.

But his prey did not show any fear, and just looked at the giant spider that was getting closer and closer with interest.

The body wrapped like a mummy flew into the air and was sent to the front of the big spider. He tried hard to open his eyes and finally saw the flesh and blood body of the big spider under the thick fog.

Those countless pairs of eyes looked directly at him...

With a click——

He seemed to hear the sound of a mirror breaking, and everything around him disappeared.

Once again, I returned to the mirror world where there was only darkness.

His soul trembled slightly, that was the remaining fear, it seemed that the Holy Spirit had returned the emotion to him.

I wonder if it is satisfied with this kind of death?

"Master Saint of the Mirror of Life and Death?"

Phil Gray tried to shout, and after a long while, he heard a weak voice: "Outrageous, how did you die? This kind of fear actually makes me a little scared to death, help, oh no, God of Death, my spirit is a little unstable."

Phil Gray thanked the God of Destiny in his heart. It was thanks to Him that He thoughtfully sealed his memories and feelings of death. Otherwise, if even the Holy Spirit of the Deathly Hallows was like this, wouldn't he have collapsed?

"Wait, you're dead?"

A sticky jelly-like mass suddenly stuck to his face, emitting a faint silver light.

It is the Holy Spirit of the Mirror of Life and Death!

Phil Gray realized that the ball of jelly was the Holy Spirit. He used both hands to grab the jelly away from his cheeks and saw the true face of the Holy Spirit.

It was like a face covered in silver transparent jelly. It was so ugly that he couldn't help but frown.

My little Tian is still the cutest!

"Such a terrifying death, but you, why are you still alive!" The jelly jumped up and down, slipped out of his hand, and tried to get close to his face to check it out.

"I don't know either. I forgot what happened at that time." Phil Gray spread his hands. "Or you can let me enter the illusion again. You pulled out too quickly just now. I didn't see clearly how I died. Maybe there will be some subsequent stories about how I survived?"

Jelly shuddered violently and quickly distanced herself from him: "No! If I hadn't pulled away quickly just now, my spirit would have been annihilated by the extreme fear!"

The face on the jelly showed an expression of relief, his round eyes widened, the darkness around Phil Gray dissipated, and his soul slowly withdrew from the world in the mirror.

……

"Yawn, so boring."

"Yeah, it would be nice if we could see the scene in the life and death mirror."

The believers stared at the motionless bodies of the six candidates and spoke rather boringly.

So much time has passed, and the six candidates have not made any movement. The Mirror of Life and Death is still flying in the air without any fluctuations.

At this moment, the mirror suddenly made a cracking sound, as if the mirror was broken!

The sound startled everyone.

Great Elder Sid stood up suddenly and stretched out his hand towards the Mirror of Life and Death. When the power of death touched the Mirror of Life and Death, he instantly sensed the situation of the Holy Spirit.

"fear……"

he mused.

After a while, a black soul flew out of the Mirror of Life and Death, and Phil Gray opened his eyes.

"finished?"

He breathed a sigh of relief as he felt his soul returning to his body.

"Sit here and wait for them." The archbishop had a chair brought over and placed it next to the seats of the elders.

"OK, thanks."

Phil Gray looked at the other five people. Their bodies stood there straight without any reaction.

It turns out that I was the first one to come out?

Well, shouldn't he think about how to seize the position of Pope if he fails the selection?

Anyway, in order to fulfill this motto, he must become the Pope of the Church of the Dead!

"What are you thinking about?"

The Archbishop sat down next to him and asked with a smile.

The archbishop had a kind face and a small mustache. He looked to be about fifty years old. His eyes were a little small, but they sparkled with wisdom.

He was somewhat different from other death followers, as he didn't seem to have their heavy deathly aura.

"Nothing, just wondering when they'll come out."

"Based on past experience, the more profound the experience of death, the longer one stays in the world in the mirror," the archbishop said meaningfully.