I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Jaslin walked gracefully to the altar. She opened her red lips, closed her eyes, and sang a nursery rhyme that had been passed down in the Church of the Dead for a long time.

"We sleep in the arms of bones

Wandering in the bustling dream

We are drifting on the ship of life

It carries us to a place we will eventually reach.

Don't be afraid of the light, don't be afraid of the long dawn

After a long wait, we can embrace our hometown

Open your eyes

Here is hope for eternity and tranquility."

This is what her mother often sang to her.

All she could think of was her mother.

The mother was a powerful undead spirit. For the survival of the church, she was willing to use special methods to stay in the human world for decades. It was not until she got married and had children that she went to the abyss with her father.

She was a heroic female knight, a strong leader of the army of the dead, but she was also her mother, and she really missed her.

The song was so gentle and beautiful that the believers couldn't help but indulge in it. At this moment, black mist suddenly filled the altar, and the figure of a female ghost gradually emerged from the mist.

She seemed to be a zombie ghost, but she was not as ugly as other zombies. Instead, she retained her original beauty and delicate skin. Her face was calm, and she looked at Jaslin with extremely loving eyes.

Jaslin's tears suddenly fell, and she ran forward and hugged the dead soul: "Mother, I miss you so much!"

The elders stood up and saluted the undead. The chief elder Sid smiled at the undead. They were both undead and had worked together for many years, so they could be considered good friends.

"Silly child, I miss you too. Your father and I think of you every day, but don't worry, we will be together one day."

The dead spirit wiped his daughter's tears and glanced at everyone present. "In the cathedral, what are you doing? Why did you summon me here?"

"Mother, we are competing to summon the dead. This is one of the selection ceremonies of the Pope." Jaslin explained.

"Okay, but you know I can't stay too long and may have to leave in a while." The mother didn't ask too much, but stood beside her, sweeping over the people present with unparalleled power, as if she was supporting her daughter.

"Yes, I am already satisfied to see you again." Jaslin raised the corners of her mouth mischievously and revealed a faint smile. The believers were surprised to find that this saint, who was always gentle and noble, could also act like a child and act cute.

The Archbishop clapped his hands and smiled, "Very good! I didn't expect our Saint to summon a God-level Undead, and it's an old acquaintance of ours! Although it may only stay for a short time, in battle, a God-level strongman is undoubtedly an overwhelming advantage. Even if it only appears for a moment, it is enough to determine the outcome of the battle. Do you want to continue summoning?"

There was a hint of mockery in the archbishop's eyes, as if urging the saint to summon out her father who had become a ghost.

Jaslin shook her head slightly: "My divine power has been exhausted."

The archbishop nodded in agreement. "Well, you can enjoy this rare reunion with your father. Now, please welcome the next candidate."

Since the appearance of the undead demoted by God, Bishop Marshall's face has become increasingly gloomy, as if shrouded in dark clouds.

Although he summoned many impressive undead, they were undoubtedly dwarfed by those of the degraded gods.

He had been confident of victory, but now he felt extremely frustrated, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. But he could do nothing about it. After all, the person being summoned was his mother, and he did not have such a high-level undead to contact.

Hoping the others weren't as strong, Marshall set his sights on the next person to take the stage.

This time it was the Son of God who bore the mark of God.

He instantly became nervous. This Holy Son carried the mark of God. Last night, the family unanimously analyzed that he might be a strong opponent for his election as Pope.

"Come on!" Phil Gray encouraged softly.

Eli walked slowly up to the altar with an elegant posture. Phil Gray couldn't help but think of the scene in Durr City when Eli performed in front of everyone.

Does he have any other plan to deal with the situation? Why did he look so distressed just now?

Eli shouted:

"Great God of Death! I sincerely invite you, the guests from the abyss, to come and be my guests. I will present you with nectar, dew, and delicacies, and entertain you with blood, flesh, and bones!"

As his voice echoed, he took out various fine wines and delicacies, as well as the blood and bones of unknown animals, from the space stone and placed them neatly on the altar.

In the blink of an eye, the altar seemed to have turned into a large, sumptuous dining table.

Phil Gray finally found out why there was three times the bill for dinner last night, and the guy didn't even tell him.

Just deduct your salary for the next six months.

Eli was still mumbling something, and Phil Gray was curious whether these things could really attract powerful undead.

Other believers also held their breath, full of anticipation for the undead that the Holy Son might summon.

Eli's voice fell slowly, and the black power of death rolled wildly in the air like surging waves, and then transformed into several black and gold invitations, which fell lightly into his hands like dancing butterflies.

Eli, like a noble gentleman, gently held the invitations in his hands like a folding fan, bowed gracefully to the people present, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, saying with a smile: "Let's see who has been invited."

Apart from anything else, it was quite entertaining to watch. Phil Gray thought to himself that Eli might really be suitable for performing jobs like magician, and he could master the stage effects very well.

"Huh..." Eli let out a breath, picked up one of them and threw it into the air.