I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

In the center of the valley lies an ancient cemetery where high-ranking members of the Church of the Dead over the past thousands of years are buried, with successive popes buried at the deepest point.

Led by Gustav, they passed through several black buildings and came directly to the residence of successive popes.

This is more like a huge underground palace than a cemetery.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

The two guards nodded slightly to Gustav and then opened the stone gate of the palace.

Gustav walked in front and introduced, "Each of these tombs contains the coffin of a pope from my church. I wonder which pope this lord wants to meet?"

Senior Skeleton was holding the mirror that Phil Gray had used to summon him, as if he was recalling something. As soon as he entered the cemetery, he made it clear that he hoped to meet a certain Pope of the Church of the Dead.

"The teacher's name is Nicole."

Gustav nodded, "Nichol? That should be the one hundred... one hundred and twenty-fifth Pope I teach. You follow me."

They walked in the corridors of the underground palace for a long time and finally came to a tomb chamber.

The outside of this tomb does indeed say the 125th Pope Nicol Solomon.

Gustav took out a ring engraved with mysterious patterns from his arms, matched the ring with the groove at the door, and the door of the tomb opened.

Walking into the tomb chamber, a quaint black coffin was placed in the center, with some odds and ends piled on the ground.

The walls of the tomb are covered with colorful murals, but they are very old and covered with dust.

The skeleton looked at the coffin and raised his hand. He stroked the lines on the coffin and shook his head slowly: "It shouldn't be like this. Why, why isn't the teacher here either?"

The blue spiritual fire in his eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he had suffered a huge blow.

"Senior, are you looking for the body of Pope Nicol?" Phil Gray couldn't help but ask.

Although he agreed to let the skeleton take him to the cemetery of the Church of the Dead, he was actually very nervous because he didn't know what the skeleton was trying to do.

What if this skeleton had other intentions, such as destroying the tomb of a certain pope, it would not only implicate himself, but also Gustav who brought them in.

"Not only his body, but also his soul..."

The skeleton continued in extreme disappointment: "The teacher did not come to the abyss. I don't know where he went. I thought his soul was still here..."

Gustav said hesitantly, "It is true that some popes' bodies were not buried in this cemetery for various reasons, but since this is Pope Nicol's coffin, why is there no body of his in it?"

The skeleton did not answer, but instead tapped the coffin lightly. In an instant, the hard wood turned into pieces, and there was nothing inside.

Gustav looked solemn. "It seems that we need to update the list. There is one more pope's body to be found. However, Pope Nicol's time was more than 4,000 years ago. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find."

"No, what we need to find is his soul! Do you understand? I have been looking for his soul in the abyss for so long, but I haven't found it. It is very likely that he has not reached the abyss! However, how could the soul of a pope who is so beloved and powerful disappear so easily? It is impossible... absolutely impossible!" The skeleton suddenly roared loudly like a madman.

Phil Gray and Gustav looked at each other and frowned.

Soon, the skeleton realized that this was the resting place of successive popes and calmed down, but he was now clearly on the verge of collapse.

He picked up some dust-covered items from the ground and murmured, "These were the teacher's things when he was alive. Why are they still here, but the teacher is gone?"

Phil Gray suddenly had an idea, "Senior, I have an idea that may help you find Pope Nicol's whereabouts."

"What?" The skeleton looked over with sharp eyes.

"You know I can use a certain token to summon a specific undead..." Before Phil Gray finished speaking, the skeleton rushed to say: "Yes, yes, you can try to summon him with my teacher's things!"

As he spoke, a tattered iron bowl appeared on the skeleton's bony palm. The bowl was covered in rust, and it was obvious that it had been corroded for many years.

"Is this... a relic of Pope Nicol? If it's something that has special meaning to him, the chances of successfully summoning it might be greater..." Phil Gray thought it would be better to use the items on the floor of the tomb. After all, this broken bowl looked too ordinary.

"Use this bowl. He always carried it with him when he was alive. It was made for him by the children he took care of. It has been with him for more than 30 years." The skeleton's voice was filled with the bitterness of reminiscing about the past.

"Okay, but my skill can only be summoned once a day. I can summon it again during the competition tomorrow." Phil Gray did have some selfish motives.

If that Pope Nicol still existed in the form of an undead, then he would certainly be comparable to the Shinto-level undead summoned by Yi Laizhe.

I hope it will be successful then.

"Okay... If you really summon him, remember to tell him that I'm waiting for him in Wangu City in the Northern Territory." said the Skeleton.

"Well, I will definitely tell him that if the summoning is successful, I will summon you again later to inform you. If I don't summon you again, then..."

"No problem. Let me stay here alone for a while." The skeleton nodded, then looked intently at the blurred murals, recalling the memories of the human world.

Phil Gray and his companions left the tomb and, led by Gustav, visited other places in the cemetery.

……

After the skeleton returned to the Abyss, Phil Grey said goodbye to Gustav and quickly rushed to the Cathedral of Death in the Core Area.

He felt drowsy along the way and really wanted to lie down on the soft big bed. After all, he had been doing nocturnal activities for two consecutive nights and was really sleep deprived.

After living a life of working from sunrise to sunset and sleeping from sunset for more than 20 years, even a person favored by God would find it difficult to resist the power of habit.

Perhaps only when one reaches the Shinto level can one truly break free from human limitations.

Finally they arrived at the cathedral, but they were not the last two to arrive, as Saint Marshall had not appeared yet.

But the Archbishop has already announced the start of today's competition.

"Isn't there still one person missing?" Eli asked.

"You mean Son Marshall? He's dead."

Yi Laizhe looked solemn. He pulled them aside and whispered, "Last night, the Army of the Dead rioted, attacked Marshall's manor, and killed him. It seems that it was because Marshall imprisoned the child of Saint Jaslin. Last night, Marshall tried to threaten the saint, and a violent conflict broke out when the two met. The child's soul was annihilated. The saint has a close relationship with the Army of the Dead. Her mother was once the deputy commander, and her current husband is one of the eight knights of the Army of the Dead. So the knights of the Army of the Dead were instantly angry. They went to kill Marshall and crushed his soul. Others from Wollaston demanded an explanation from the Army of the Dead at the door of the church early in the morning. The great elder put the selection of the Pope first and drove them back temporarily."

Unexpectedly, such a big thing happened that night. Phil Gray glanced at Saint Jasline and found that the saint looked very haggard. However, even though her child's soul was annihilated, she could still continue to participate in the Pope selection here. It seemed that she was still very strong.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, boss. Have you figured out how to deal with the Shinto-level undead I summoned today? If you want to take over the position of Pope with your strength, your score in this round cannot be lower than mine." Yi Laizhe chuckled, "My ancestors are still sitting there. I dare not withdraw from this round."

"No need, I have my own way. But how did you manage to summon a god-level undead to stay for so long? Is it your bloodline talent?" Phil Gray asked curiously.

"No, I used the soul-summoning candles passed down in my family, and I used a lot of them at one time. The soul-summoning candles can allow me to summon the ancestors of my family, but my stock is almost gone." Yi Laizhe said with some heartache.

"That really shouldn't be used for this kind of thing." Phil Gray was speechless. He had no intention of becoming Pope anyway, so why was he making such a waste? You know, the followers of the Shinto level can almost walk sideways on this Weir Continent. It would be much better to summon them to fight.

Yi Laizhe smiled and said, "Isn't this showing you my value?"

"I think you are being provocative, boss, so just don't help him anymore." Eli interrupted.

"No, boss, you can't go back on your word." Yi Laizhe said hurriedly.

They were chatting here, while Jaslin had already come on stage on the other side.