I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Seeing the two people's vigilant eyes, Yi Laizhe snorted and decided not to make trouble for himself. He went upstairs and disappeared from their sight.

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the street.

"It seems that this guy is determined to live with us." Eli rubbed his chin, "What do you think he is up to? Why is he following us so relentlessly? Maybe he discovered something..."

"I don't know either. Let's see what happens next." Phil Gray shook his head.

"I never thought we would be neighbors one day. So, are you living with that annoying guy, or in the building next door?"

"Now is a special period for the Church of the Dead to select a Pope. I think it's better for us not to live in two separate buildings." Phil Gray said after thinking for a while.

"You mean, those saints might attack us?"

"That's not necessarily true. Even if they are upright people, the families behind them may not be. If they assassinate us, we may have to thank them for sending us to the abyss."

"That's scary. Let's be cautious."

"So, change your clothes first, then eat and find a secluded hotel."

"You mean... we don't go back here? Oh, that's right. A cunning rabbit has three burrows. If we keep changing locations, trouble will never find us. It's a good idea! It just gives that guy an advantage." Eli was a little unwilling, but when he thought that he wouldn't have to be bothered by him anymore, he felt better.

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The next morning, the crowd surged toward the entrance of the Cathedral of Death again like a tide, and everyone stretched their necks to look inside.

The church bells rang on time, like the sound of nature, awakening the sleepy believers.

The six pope candidates stood neatly in a row, smiling and greeting the believers in a friendly manner.

The archbishop was in charge of the second round of selection. He pointed to the altar that had just been built in the center of the church and said confidently, "This is the altar we carefully arranged last night. It can increase your success rate in summoning the undead. In a moment, you will use this altar to summon the undead one by one. I will judge the undead you summon, and of course the elders will also give some opinions."

Then, he smiled again, turned around and explained to the Third Elder, "In order to reserve sufficient space for the undead summoned by the Holy Sons, only twenty believers are allowed to enter the church to watch today. These twenty are the core leaders of our church. The rest of the believers can watch from the square through the magic array set up by the Third Elder."

The third elder nodded to him, indicating that he was ready. All the images would be perfectly received by the arranged magic circle through his holy objects, just like yesterday.

Phil Gray looked at the altar. The altar looked ordinary, but it was covered with complex runes and had obviously been specially processed.

Eli poked his shoulder lightly and said in distress, "Boss, I might lose face in this round, so you must fight for your dignity."

He tried his skill "Visitor from the Abyss" several times last night. Although this skill can be used many times a day as long as the divine power is sufficient, most of the undead creatures summoned are below the blessing level, and some are even chaotic and have no independent consciousness.

"Maybe we can win by quantity?" Phil Gray whispered.

"Win by numbers? Do you think I can compare with the guy who brings thousands of undead with him?" Eli glanced at the guy who occupied their new mansion. The guy had dark circles under his eyes and kept yawning. No one knew what he did at night.

"That's true." Phil Gray agreed.

Although the undead behind Yi Laizhe were not of high level, their number was definitely considerable. He was really curious about why the other party was like this.

If he hadn't been really busy participating in the selection these days, he would have wanted to put on the "Shadow Escape" gloves and hide in the opponent's shadow to find out his situation.

Their whispers did not affect the other saints around them. Saint Marshall seemed to have gotten rid of the sad mood he had yesterday because of his last-place score, and instead had a hint of joy.

It seems that the other party may also be good at summoning the undead.

Saint Jaslin also kept smiling and was full of confidence in this round of selection.

On the other hand, Holy Son Yilaizhe had a droopy face, looking as if he had not gotten enough sleep, but he obviously did not have to worry about summoning the undead, but was thinking about other things.

Only Bishop Rodney and Eli frowned. Phil Gray speculated that Bishop Rodney might also be lacking in summoning the undead?

But he had discussed with Eli at dinner last night that these children of noble families who had family support behind them, if their own skills in summoning the undead were not outstanding, might summon the undead through other means, such as with the help of some external tools or something else, because they found that the rules read out yesterday did not require the use of their own summoning skills.

At this point, the Archbishop has already read out the name that will be the first to come on the field: "Marshall."

Marshall didn't expect that he would be the first to go on stage. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately walked up to the altar with full confidence.

"Please start?" The archbishop stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation, and then stepped back to the side of the elders.

The elders sat on chairs not far from the altar, staring at the altar intently.

Marshall took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to mutter to himself.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and a ball of black light emerged from his hands.

The black light gradually condensed into a human figure, and then an undead spirit wearing ancient armor appeared on the altar.

The undead's empty eyes stared ahead, holding a tattered sword in his hand.

The archbishop carefully observed the undead, nodded, and said, "Yes, it is the soul of a person who died in battle. It is of the Notable Grade and has strong combat power."

"It has no independent consciousness and will faithfully carry out all my orders," Marshall raised his lips, "My guard, please dance for us."

After receiving the order, the undead waved the sword in his hand stiffly and performed a strange dance.

The believers present couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the originally silent and solemn atmosphere suddenly became a lot more relaxed.

The archbishop laughed and said, "Are you still going to summon me?"

"Yes, I can still do it." Marshall continued to chant the spell, and more black light poured out from his hands.

This time, the black light turned into a group of rotten birds, flying around the undead. Each bird had sharp claws and a sharp beak, and they made eerie but crisp calls, as if cheering.

The Archbishop said admiringly, "This is a group of carrion crows. Although each one is only at the Blessing level, when added together, they are definitely not weaker than the Notable level. They have a certain group combat capability. Marshall, you did a great job. Can you summon more?"

"Of course." Next, Marshall summoned several undead with special abilities, such as zombies that could release poisonous fog and ghosts with mental attack capabilities. Although they were all at the attention level, they were quite powerful when added together.

The summoning power he displayed made the elders nod their heads continuously.

"I am currently at the divine revelation level and can only summon undead below my level. But as long as my divine power is restored, I can keep summoning them." Marshall's forehead was covered with sweat and he seemed exhausted, but a smug smile was always on his face. Under the admiring gazes of his believers, he slowly retreated to his original position.

As for the undead he summoned, they remained in the church, because the length of time the undead could exist in the human world was also one of the important criteria for judgment.

The Archbishop read out the next candidate: "Jaslyn!"