I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Wonderful?" Great Elder Sid looked puzzled.

The archbishop slowly took out several letters from his arms. "The Lemo Empire just sent a letter asking us to give an explanation to the empire's princess Rebecca."

"Ok?"

"Don't you know? This morning, a piece of news spread in all circles that Princess Rebecca of the Lemo Empire was bewitched by a bishop of my church. Not only did she give birth to an illegitimate child for him, but she was also killed by him. And just now, as expected, the Lemo Empire sent people to deliver these letters, asking our church to give the other party an explanation." After the archbishop finished speaking, he laughed again, "Although my church believes in death, it will not arbitrarily deprive others of the right to live, right?"

A layer of cold sweat appeared on Marshall's forehead. He pursed his lips, feeling uneasy and angry. Although he did not kill Rebecca, his affair with Rebecca was exposed, which would also affect his prestige among the believers.

The believers present today certainly knew who the protagonist in the news was, and they looked at Marshall strangely.

Elder Sid frowned, his eyes fixed on Marshall and Rodney. Combined with the reactions of the believers, he naturally guessed who the so-called bishop was. However, the selection of the Pope was important now, and nothing could hinder this selection.

What's more, it was obvious that this was done because of the Pope's selection. He did not want to interfere with it, and even acquiesced in it, because this was the only way to truly select a capable and capable successor.

"Okay, let's deal with this matter after today's selection is over. Time is up, today's selection begins now!"

As the Great Elder's voice fell, Marshall breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time secretly made up his mind to get a high score. He secretly glanced at several people he suspected with the corner of his eye, and then took the lead to walk up to the altar.

The order of appearance is the same as yesterday.

This time, he took out a harmonica from the space. The harmonica was made of an unknown black material with dense patterns painted on it. It had a sense of distortion and absurdity, but most importantly, the harmonica exuded a powerful breath of death power, which made people exclaim:

"This is a sacred object!"

Some believers did recognize him.

That's right, Marshall didn't plan to rely on his own skills to summon the undead today. He mobilized his family's collection, the Deathly Hallows left by one of his ancestors.

"I didn't expect that he still has a holy object." Eli said in surprise.

"His family is considered to be a relatively senior family in the Church of the Dead. With a history of nearly a thousand years, it is not surprising that they left behind several holy relics." Yi Laizhe was quite familiar with the Wollaston family.

Phil Gray was closely watching Marshall's movements, to see what kind of undead he could summon.

Marshall put the harmonica to his lips and blew it gently, but it was obvious that the bishop had no musical talent, and some believers could not help but cover their ears.

Soon, black mist enveloped the altar, and a ghostly woman floating in the air appeared in front of everyone.

Her eyes were filled with resentment and her face seemed to be filled with sorrow. Her body was graceful and she floated gently to Marshall's side. "My summoner, what is the matter with you summoning the Lady of Qin? The darkness of the abyss makes it hard for me to sleep every night. Please don't let me leave too early."

She has a pleasant voice and even when she speaks it sounds like she is singing.

But no one would ignore her god-like strength. This is a ghost of god-level.

Marshall remained calm and said, "There's nothing for you to do. We are competing in summoning the undead. You can rest behind me. The price remains the same."

The lady of Qin covered her mouth with a smile: "As you wish."

Marshall walked down the altar and returned to the seat prepared for him, looking defiantly at the other Sons of God.

If someone wants to ruin his reputation, he will definitely let that person see what it looks like when he ascends to the throne of Pope!

"Well, a ghost demoted by God, not bad. It seems that everyone has to get serious today." The archbishop clapped his hands and laughed, "Next, please welcome Jaslin!"

Phil Gray had just noticed this saint. They had already guessed that Rodney must have attacked the saint as well. Seeing her eyes slightly red and looking haggard this morning, their guess was further confirmed.

But what exactly happened?

Jaslin walked up to the altar absentmindedly. She raised her hand, and just as divine power gathered at her fingertips, it drooped down again in despair. Then she gritted her teeth and looked at the archbishop: "I give up this round of summons."

"what?"

The Archbishop had not expected her to say that, “Why give up?”

"Nothing, I have nothing to summon. I already summoned my mother yesterday, and my father hasn't been demoted to a god yet. Even if I summon him, it will be useless. So let it be." She explained with a relieved look, but everyone present could see that she was hiding something.

"Think about it carefully. Giving up this summons may mean giving up the position of Pope..." The archbishop looked at her and spoke in a long tone.

Jaslin was shocked, but then calmed down and said, "That's not necessarily true. Scoring high in this round doesn't necessarily mean he can become the Pope. Maybe the abyss is calling him!"

Listening to her gnashing words, Phil Gray thought, "Do you think someone has threatened this saint?"

"What threat could make her give up this round of summoning?" Yi Laizhe asked.

"Her children and husband?" Eli guessed in a low voice.

Phil Gray nodded.

Although these death believers are not afraid of death, there are many ways to imprison and torture people's souls, which are more terrifying than death.

All those present were favored by God, and their whispered discussions were heard by everyone, so Jaslin cast a look at them, and the archbishop took the opportunity to ask, "Did you hear their speculations? I don't believe your reasons either."

Jaslin shook her head. "It's not what they said. I voluntarily give up this round of summoning. That's it."

After saying this, she walked down from the altar and returned to her seat. The believers all had confused and regretful expressions.

"Okay, then we have the next candidate."

Eli exclaimed, "It's my turn now. I have to go on stage and embarrass myself again."

He walked leisurely up to the altar, waved to the believers with a smile, as if an idol meeting his fans, and bowed politely.

"Everyone, I guess you must have missed my little cuties?"

As he spoke, he repeated yesterday's process, only this time the offerings on the altar were replaced with a pile of ordinary fruits, as if he was just going through the motions.

The people watching sighed and no longer had any hope for the undead he summoned.

"Guests from the abyss, please enjoy the delicious food I prepared for you." Eli said lazily, and this time he didn't even have the sincerity he had yesterday.

There was no other way. He could only summon undead with little fighting power, so he might as well give up.

As he finished speaking, five or six mummies wrapped in white bandages appeared on the altar, jumping around and starting to enjoy the fruits.

After clearing them all out, they jumped and ran behind Eli, and then started dancing happily around him.

This funny scene made many people burst into laughter. Eli reluctantly took them back to their seats. The mummies diligently poured him tea and water, and massaged his legs and backs. However, their hands and feet were a little clumsy, and they either spilled water or knocked their heads on the table.

"Okay, let's welcome the next candidate." The archbishop couldn't help laughing.

Only Elder Sid was a little dazed. He remembered the girl surrounded by many little skeletons many years ago, as if the scene today overlapped.

But she had already gone to the abyss because of the call of the gods. What exactly happened to the twin holy sons? And that old man who left without saying goodbye, did he hide something from them?

Rodney went up to the altar with no expression on his face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking. Phil Gray thought he would use his difficult-to-control skills like yesterday, but he didn't. Instead, he took out a dagger from space.

The dagger was very sharp and emitted a cold light. He quickly inserted the dagger into his left thigh and stabbed it several times in succession.

Many believers were frightened by his actions. Although they believed in death, they had no interest in self-harm. After all, everyone is afraid of pain, except for those who worship diseases.

No one could understand his actions and could only continue to focus their eyes on him out of curiosity.

Blood flowed down his thigh and onto the altar. Rodney made a strange rhythm from his mouth, and the blood automatically merged into the shape of a skull. This skull had huge fangs and looked quite scary.

"I summon..."

Rodney uttered a few strange syllables, and the space on the altar was instantly torn apart, and a black undead like charcoal appeared on the altar.

Its entire body was pitch black, but its eyes looked like they were made of solidified blood. It floated in the air, motionless.

What kind of undead was this? Even the well-informed archbishop was somewhat surprised.

"God has been demoted to a lower level, and it's the undead of an unknown race. Can you control it?" Elder Sid stood up and asked Rodney.

It was because the undead who was trying to get out of the abyss yesterday left a deep impression on them.

"Yes." Rodney smiled, with a streak of red blood in his pupils. He snapped his fingers at the undead: "My summons, please stay by my side."

The undead moved instantly and stood behind him, attracting the admiration of all the believers. Another candidate who could manipulate God to demote the undead, how amazing!

Watching Rodney limping down from the altar, Marshall's eyes darkened. He had to pay a considerable price to use the holy object to summon Lady Jean. Could it be that Rodney could control that horrible undead by shedding some blood?

Phil Gray was the only one present with a frown on his face. If he had heard correctly, the strange rhythm that Rodney used when summoning was very similar to the rhythm he heard on Earth when the natives offered sacrifices to Eris. He was a little suspicious, wondering if that was a prayer to sacrifice to another of the gods of the Abyss?