I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray just smiled and didn't answer.

Time passed bit by bit, and as two other souls flew out of the mirror, Bishop Rodney and Saint Jaslin woke up. They looked a little dazed, as if they had not yet recovered from the illusion of death.

After a while, another Holy Son, Bishop Marshall, also returned to his body. His face quickly fell, as if he had experienced something very bad.

The archbishop raised his hand and asked the servant to add two more chairs. He smiled and said, "Who of the remaining two will come out last?"

The answer was soon revealed. Phil Gray saw Eli's soul return to his body. He stood there in a daze, and gently uttered the word "sister".

But no sound was made.

Phil Gray knew the death that would haunt him most was that of his sister.

Soon after, the soul of the Holy Son Yilaizhe also returned. It is said that after this Holy Son entered the Mirror of Life and Death, all the dead souls disappeared. But after he came out, thousands of dead souls appeared around him again. So, were these dead souls following his soul?

Phil Gray was very curious about what was going on.

"Okay, now that everyone is out, Great Elder, you should let your Holy Spirit announce the score it gives," said the Archbishop.

Sid nodded, and when he raised his hand, the mirror of life and death flying in the air quickly shrank back into his hand. Then, the holy spirit in the mirror revealed its true form in front of everyone.

This jelly-like thing with a human face frightened all the believers present, and several other saints were also a little surprised.

"Is this the Holy Spirit of the Mirror of Life and Death? I thought it would be some ghost-like existence." Eli rubbed his stiff neck and said.

Yi Laizhe moved forward directly, and after receiving a slash of the sword from the great elder, he returned to his original position.

It seems that they did not see the true face of the Holy Spirit in the mirror.

"Whoever you float in front of, make a simple evaluation of their performance and give a score, with ten being the upper limit," Sid said to the Holy Spirit.

"Okay, master... cough cough." The Holy Spirit's voice was still very weak, and he turned around and glared at Phil Gray.

No one else noticed, but Phil Gray felt a little guilty. Could it be that the Holy Spirit had deliberately given him a low score?

It shouldn’t be like that. This is the death and fear brought by the gods of the Abyss. If this can’t get a high score, what other kind of death can get a high score?

The Jelly Holy Spirit jumped in front of Saint Jaslin, his face twisted, "You treat life and death equally, and eliminate the boundary between life and death. It's a good understanding. The score is eight points."

Saint Jaslin nodded slightly and gave a gentle smile.

This is her advantage. As a combination of undead and human, she does not feel any difference between life and death. She is also prepared for the day when part of the human being will decay and be annihilated, completely turning into an undead and heading for the abyss.

The saint's beauty and calm and gentle personality made most believers like her, and warm applause rang out in the church.

Jelly jumped onto Marshall's shoulder and shook his body. "You seem to know all the ways to die. In your illusion, you seem to try many ways to experience the feeling of dying. But when you were dying, besides your piety towards death, you also felt some shame and resistance? I'm really curious about what your illusion is. But all the paths to death are equal. There's no profound understanding. I'll give it a score of 7."

The face of the Holy Son Marshall became even uglier. Some of the believers laughed softly, but were soon looked down upon by other believers. This Holy Son was also loved by many people.

The Jelly Holy Spirit jumped in front of Bishop Rodney again in one breath: "Thousands of people's sacrifice and loyalty, your own pain and regret. I guess your illusion is that you personally sent your subordinates to the abyss in a certain battle. Not only did you defeat the enemy, but you also freed them, leaving only pain and regret for yourself, right? I will give you 8 points as well."

Rodney nodded, "The illusion is pretty much as you guessed."

Then the Jelly Holy Spirit was intercepted by Yi Laizhe, "What about me?"

The numerous dead souls behind him were also staring at the Holy Spirit, as if expecting it to reveal the answer.

"A grand death is engraved in your blood. I am honored to experience it personally. I will give you 9 points." The Holy Spirit hesitated for a moment and said.

"Wow!"

There was a burst of cheers, this was the highest score so far.

"Hahaha, thank you." Yi Laizhe laughed proudly, but for some reason, Phil Gray felt a hint of sadness flash in his eyes.

But it was quickly covered up by his triumphant look, "Where are these two guys?"

He pointed at Phil Gray and Eli, whose scores were not announced at the end.

Saint Marshall clenched his fists. In his heart, he was more nervous than the other two because he had the lowest score at the moment and really didn't want to be at the bottom.

As long as either of them scored six points or less, he would be satisfied.

The Jelly Holy Spirit thought for a moment and jumped to Eli's side, looking him up and down. "You are a natural-born son of death, carrying the mark of God. You have a high affinity for death, and people around you are more likely to experience death. However, your belief in death is a little different..."

Eli licked his lips and said nothing. His belief in death?

He didn't have any belief in death. What he pursued was life, to live! His belief was to keep himself alive, his sister alive, and everyone around him alive.

Just now, he relived his sister's death in the illusion, and all the emotions in his mind converged into one thought, which was - screw death, he wanted his sister to live!

For this reason, not even the god of death can let her leave his side!

The only regret is that it looks like I’m going to get a low score this time.

The Jelly Holy Spirit paused for a moment and continued, "But being different doesn't mean you're wrong. Your feelings are profound and your insights are unique, so I'll give you the same 8 points."

Does this work too?

Eli was a little surprised, but then he was happy. He didn't expect to get a similar score. At least he was not at the bottom, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

Saint Marshall's heart sank, and he prayed to God in his heart that the Holy Spirit would give a lower score to the last candidate.

"Well, there's only one candidate left," said the archbishop who was watching from the sidelines, turning everyone's attention to Phil Gray.

The Jelly Holy Spirit shuddered, and did not stick to Phil Gray. Instead, he stood at a distance of more than two people and said slowly, "As for this guy, I give him -10 points."

what?

The whole audience was in an uproar. How could this be given a negative score?

Marshall was also shocked and muttered to himself that even if his prayers to God were answered, the score shouldn't be so low.

He felt uneasy because he knew there must be something wrong when things were out of the ordinary.

The believers were also talking about it. Even if the Favored Ones of Life came here as an undercover agent, it would be impossible for them to get this score, right?

"Hahaha."

The only one who could laugh out loud without hesitation was the Archbishop. He looked at the Great Elder Sid and asked, "Did something go wrong?"