I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Although he knew that death was a pursuit and belief for those who were favored by the god of death, Phil Gray still felt a flash of anger when he saw the restaurant owner who lent him the skeleton bird die.

Who wanted to assassinate them and implicate innocent people?

He jumped off the bird's back. The skeleton bird uttered a plaintive wail, as if it had lost its beloved, and finally fell beside the bloody corpse that was no longer in human form.

It rubbed the meat paste gently with its exposed skull in a human-like manner, then opened its mouth and devoured the remains of the corpse like a glutton.

Then, it turned into the size of a palm and landed lightly on Phil Gray's shoulder.

"Will you follow me?" he whispered softly.

The skeleton bird pecked his shoulder lightly, as if to convey its affirmation.

"Well, I will avenge your master."

He turned his head and saw that Eli had just suffered the backlash of the soul chains and looked a little weak, while Yi Laizhe was like a candle in the wind, about to fall.

"Are you two okay?"

Eli shook his head gently: "I'm fine, I'll be back in a moment."

After the zombies were killed, Yi Laizhe's undead spirits retreated behind him. He leaned against the barrier and said weakly, "I have something to do. My divine power has been severely overdrawn and it will be difficult to recover in a short time. Please take me back to the mansion and tell the elder that I cannot participate in tomorrow's selection. I hope he will forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell to the ground.

"Overdrawn divine power?"

Phil Gray thought about it. If it was any other injury, he really wouldn't be able to deal with it, but as for the power of death, he had plenty of it!

Seeing that this guy had put in a lot of effort, he couldn't just sit there and watch. He asked Eli to help the unconscious man up, and then drew some of the power of the Holy Stone of Death and injected it into the other person's body.

After a while, Yi Laizhe slowly opened his eyes.

He clearly felt that his whole body seemed to be filled with a surge of death power. This feeling of being filled with divine power was something he had not experienced in a very long time. The surprise in his heart was like a surging wave, difficult to calm down.

"Have I been unconscious for a long time?" Yi Laizhe asked involuntarily, but found that he was still inside the barrier, and the two people and one ghost standing beside him were in exactly the same state as before he fell unconscious, as if only a blink of an eye had passed.

"What's going on?" He stood up and felt that his condition was incredibly good.

Phil Gray's mouth curled up slightly: "I helped you restore your divine power, no need to thank me, now we need to work together to break this barrier."

"How did you help me recover?" Hearing this, Yi Laizhe's eyes widened as if they were about to fall out of their sockets. He looked at Phil Gray eagerly, and even reached forward and grabbed his shoulders involuntarily.

"Hey! Let go of your hand. We are saving you with good intentions. Don't be ungrateful!" Eli pulled Yi Laizhe's hand away with force.

"Please tell me, this is really important to me." Yi Laizhe said with an unprecedented serious expression, his eyes full of earnestness.

Phil Gray was a little surprised to see his expression, so he stopped hiding it and explained, "You were late for the first selection. You may not know that I have the Holy Death Stone, a token given by the God of Death. I don't know if you have heard of its legend. It is made from the bones of the first generation of the God of Death's quasi-god after his death. It contains almost endless death power for us."

He glanced at Yi Laizhe again and added, "It was given to me by the God of Death. It is bound to me and only I can use it, so don't think of taking it."

After listening to Phil Gray's explanation, Yi Laizhe stood there in a daze for a long time. He seemed to be thinking about something, and his eyes were sometimes angry and sometimes dazed.

It was not until Phil Gray and Eli broke the barrier and a faint light illuminated the ruins that he came to his senses and fell to his knees in front of Phil Gray with a plop.

The undead behind him knelt down one after another like puppets being controlled, in a black mass and in unison. This scene scared Phil Gray.

"Hey? What are you doing?" Phil Gray asked in surprise.

Yi Laizhe smiled bitterly, as if he had made up his mind: "I want to ask you for something. I'm afraid you are the only one who can help me with this."

"What's the matter? Even though you are indeed annoying, I will definitely help you if you can. There's no need to be like this." Phil Gray reached out to help him up, but Yi Laizhe still stubbornly knelt on the ground.

After the barrier disappeared, the tragic scene here was exposed, and many passers-by gathered around curiously.

The Undead Knights who were in charge of the security in this area also rushed over and walked towards them, the only remaining survivors.

Seeing more and more people gathering here, Phil Gray whispered, "Someone is coming. Here, get up, and we'll find a place to talk later."

"Okay." Yi Laizhe nodded, looking like he was worried about something.

"What's going on here?" One of the Undead Knights, who seemed to be the leader, asked sternly as he examined the huge zombie corpses left in the ruins and the blood and flesh that stained the floor red.

Another Undead Knight carefully looked at the three people in front of him, and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Saint Son Yi Laizhe? There are also two candidates, Milu and Yilai?"

Phil Gray nodded solemnly, "It's us. Someone wants to assassinate us. Not only did they block this space, they also sent out that giant zombie."

"What? Someone actually dared to attack the candidate for Pope. Let's go and report this to the archbishop immediately!" The face of one of the Undead Knights changed.

"Wait, don't be impatient." Phil Gray stretched out his hand to signal them to stay calm, and then said calmly, "You'd better check the scene to see if there are any clues left, especially the body of the zombie, to see if you can determine where it came from."

Hearing this, the leading Undead Knight immediately led the other companions to begin a careful search around.

However, after a busy period, they shook their heads helplessly: "No significant features were found on this zombie."

"Yes, it does not look like a naturally generated undead creature, but it is difficult to tell who created it." The other undead knights echoed, expressing their agreement with their leader's point of view.

Phil Gray touched his chin thoughtfully. Although he had no clues, it was indeed as Yi Laizhe said, it was not difficult to guess.

He turned to the Undead Knights and said, "Okay, we understand the situation. However, please report everything that happened here to the Archbishop truthfully."

"Yes, sir!" The Undead Knights responded in unison. Some of them stayed where they were, while the others rode their horses towards the cathedral.

"Let's go back to the mansion first."

"Ah."

……

"What do you want me to do for you?" After closing the door, Phil Gray slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, staring at Yi Laizhe. "You made this request after hearing that I have the Holy Stone of Death. I guess this should be related to the power of death, right?"

Yi Laizhe nodded, took a deep breath, seemed to be thinking about how to start, and then said: "Before I make my request, I want to confess something to you. I guess you have always been very curious about these undead spirits behind me?"

As his words fell, the undead who were originally laughing and playing stopped their actions instantly and stood quietly aside.

They looked at the people talking in silence, full of silent power.

"Yes." Phil Gray was almost dying of curiosity.

In fact, he had wondered whether this young-looking but hoarse-voiced fellow was already an old monster, and those undead spirits following him were the souls of his subordinates, and that was why they were pestering him.

But he overturned this conjecture. Those elders should have watched Yi Laizhe grow up, so they would not let an old guy become the Son of God.

Moreover, the attitude of these undead spirits towards Yi Laizhe is not like that of an enemy. Instead, they have a hidden sense of protection towards him.

Yi Laizhe's voice interrupted his scattered thoughts: "In fact, these undead souls are my ancestors."

"What? Your ancestors?"

"ancestor?"

Phil Gray and Eli asked in unison.

Yi Laizhe slowly turned around, pointed his finger at the men and women, young and old, who had turned into dead souls, and said in a low but firm voice: "Yes, they are all my ancestors. Some lived hundreds of years ago, and some came from even more ancient times - thousands of years ago, or even tens of thousands of years ago..." His eyes were filled with sadness and grief that penetrated time and space.