I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The invitation letter instantly turned into a black mist, and then a figure slowly emerged.

It is a small white ghost, its figure is looming, as if it is sandwiched between the boundary between the human world and the abyss.

"A normal ghost?"

Everyone was a little disappointed. It seemed to be just a blessing-level ghost, and it was very weak.

Eli frowned, it seemed that his careful preparations had no effect, so he threw out another invitation.

After the invitation letter turned into black mist, a male undead in a black suit appeared in front of everyone.

He was tall, with a pale complexion, and a pair of blood-red eyes that revealed nobility and majesty.

"This is... the Viscount of the Vampire Clan!" Someone recognized the identity of this undead.

The viscount-level vampires are actually followers of the attention level.

A surprised smile appeared on Eli's face. At least it wasn't a little ghost this time.

And it was a follower of the eye-catching level! This was the first time he summoned an undead of this level!

However, his smile soon froze because he found that the condition of this vampire viscount seemed to be a little abnormal.

The viscount looked at him in confusion, then walked towards the church entrance in a daze.

"Hmm? Come back here!"

Eli yelled.

However, the vampire viscount seemed not to have heard the voice of the summoner and walked out of the church directly.

The onlookers made way for him, and soon the ghost disappeared without a trace.

"What's going on? Did the summoning fail?" someone whispered.

"Well, at least it was summoned."

Eli's mouth twitched, and he threw several invitations in his hand into the air in disbelief. Several groups of black mist emerged, followed by a row of undead of various shapes.

Skeleton soldiers holding giant shields, stiff headless zombies, mummies wrapped in cloth strips... each one of them is cute, but they are only at the blessing or listening level, which makes them the bottom rookies among the undead.

They just climbed up the altar stupidly, ate up the offerings in no time, and then followed the summoner happily like little puppets.

"Alas, I really don't have any talent in this area." Eli sighed helplessly, and then left the altar calmly under the gaze of the believers.

Phil Gray smiled and shook his head, giving him a comforting look.

The believers were a little disappointed. They had seen this Holy Son busying around and thought that he would be able to summon some noble being from the Abyss of the Dead, but this was the result!

Marshall's heart was at ease, and his smug look returned.

The Archbishop said nothing but announced, "Next, Rodney!"

Phil Gray discovered that the order of appearance seemed to be based on the score of the first game from low to high, so he should be the last one to appear.

Bishop Rodney walked onto the stage with a worried look on his face. Even with Eli's call just now, he still looked so worried. Could it be that he was even worse than Eli?

Bishop Rodney chanted a spell on the altar, and the power of death continued to be output. After a while, his lips turned white, as if all the power in his body had been exhausted.

However, nothing appeared on the altar.

His expression became even uglier, and beads of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Time passed minute by minute, and there was still no movement at the altar.

The believers were somewhat disappointed. They did not expect that Bishop Rodney could not even summon a single undead spirit. This was quite different from the omnipotent Bishop in their minds.

The elders of the selection team had solemn expressions on their faces, staring intently at the altar.

Something was wrong. Phil Gray could certainly sense the seriousness of the elders. Was there something wrong?

He used his peripheral vision to observe the movements of the other saints. Jaslin snuggled up to her mother, talking and laughing, and did not notice anything unusual.

Marshall was very proud, with a smile on his face. Although he didn't show it, he definitely looked down on the latter two saints in his heart.

Yi Laizhe had no expression on his face, staring at the altar with gloomy eyes.

"What's wrong?" Eli crossed his hands behind his head and leaned lazily in the chair. Two cute little skeletons were patting his shoulders from the left and right.

Before Phil Gray could answer, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew over the altar, and then a black door appeared in the air.

That was the gate to the abyss that he was very familiar with.

The door flew open and a giant foot extended from it.

Bishop Rodney breathed a sigh of relief, an ecstatic look appeared on his face. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, unable to hide his excitement, but his excitement was also mixed with some worry.

As the foot stretched out, a strong smell of death swept through the church, but this smell of death was not pure, it was also mixed with violence and confusion. Elder Sid stood up and said, "No, this is a lost undead soul!"

Jaslin's mother looked up, her eyes as solemn as a rock: "Although it is a god-descent level, it has been lost. Its destructive power is extremely strong and cannot be controlled by humans. We must not let it appear in the world."

Her eyes met with those of Great Elder Sid, and in an instant, two black divine lights shot at the undead's feet like sharp arrows. The undead felt pain, and a roar like thunder came from behind the door. It accelerated and sprinted, trying its best to squeeze out of the door.

Rodney was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat. He tried his best to close the gate of the abyss, but to no avail.

"Hmph." Jaslin's mother snorted coldly, like a thunderous explosion, and a powerful momentum erupted like a volcano. She flew towards the gate and kicked the lost undead like a gust of wind.

"So amazing! She is worthy of being a member of the former Legion of the Dead!" The believers who knew the identity of this undead looked at her with admiration.

Great Elder Sid also flew away like a bird, and the two of them worked together to push the undead that had half crawled out back into the abyss.

In a moment, the gate to the abyss of the dead disappeared without a trace.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, except Rodney, who walked down the altar dejectedly like a deflated ball.

It turns out that it’s not that the undead cannot be summoned, but that the summoned undead are extremely dangerous, Phil Gray thought.

The Archbishop patted Rodney on the shoulder and said, "Although you can't control it, you still summoned a God-level undead. It's still so powerful. You can use this skill behind the enemy. As long as you run fast, the undead will not be able to distinguish between friend and foe."

Rodney forced a smile and thanked the Archbishop.

He didn't know how many points he could get with such a summon.

"Next one, Yi Laizhe!"

The Holy Son, with a tired face, walked up to the altar. He looked unhurried and did not seem to take the competition seriously.