I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Phil Gray stared at the magic circle without blinking, watching the black magic circle gradually grow larger. In the thick breath of death, an ancient door was looming above the altar.

It's the gate to the abyss!

He felt as if all the divine power in his body had been drained away, but the outline of the door had just appeared. He made up his mind and madly absorbed the divine power from the Holy Stone of Death.

The feeling of having his divine power drained away and yet filled up was not pleasant, just like having his blood vessels and muscles constantly washed by a violent torrent of water, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

The gate to the abyss became solid, and the ancient and mysterious patterns on it seemed to flow, as if sucking people's souls into it.

This gate seems to be different from the gates he used to summon the undead before. Will Wilder come out from this gate?

Phil Gray looked towards the gate of the abyss nervously.

The rest of the believers also felt a solemn and tense atmosphere. The door was slow to open, but it did not look like the summoning had failed. Instead, it continued to bring the breath of death from the abyss into the church.

Some people began to shiver and their bodies shook unconsciously. Although white stones were crackling and burning inside the church, it was even colder and more freezing than the howling snow and wind outside the church.

Suddenly, the door opened slowly at an extremely slow speed. Witnessed by countless pairs of eyes, a pair of skeleton horses' forelimbs stepped out first, followed by a wailing and mournful horn sound throughout the church.

The sound was like an order during a charge on the battlefield, but it also sounded like a wail for the dead.

Yi Laizhe's ancestor stood up suddenly and looked at the gate of the abyss with shock.

Rodney's eyes were gloomy, and the red monster behind him seemed to be frightened by something. It growled silently at the gate of the abyss like a dog, but did not dare to pounce on it. Instead, it kept retreating.

The skeleton horse finally brought its master out of the gate of the abyss, and everyone was able to see the true face of the summoned person.

No, the summoned undead was wearing a black mask and they could not see his true face.

Wilde was wearing a black knight's armor and his helmet was inlaid with exquisite gems. He stepped onto the altar with an air of looking down on everything.

Phil Gray felt relieved that the summoning was successful. Just as he was about to say hello to his old friend with a smile, he felt that his overdrawn body could no longer hold on. His eyes became blurry and his body began to shake.

Summoning a follower of the Shinto level is indeed a bit difficult.

"Long time no see, my Lord."

Wilder dismounted and walked in front of Phil Gray. The moment he came over, Phil Gray felt the power of death filling his whole body, and all the discomfort caused by the excessive overdraft of power suddenly disappeared.

A Shinto-level follower is so terrifying that he can actually heal from a distance without any unnecessary movements?

"Long time no see, Wilder." Phil Gray sighed. He wanted to ask him why he pretended to be dead and deceived him, but he didn't know how to start. After all, the other party had helped him so much, whether it was escaping from the Vatican or giving him such a precious Deathly Stone.

Wilder seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled, "Are you asking me why I lied to you? And why I hid my true identity?"

"No, I just want to thank you anyway. And you don't have to use honorifics to address me. I should call you senior. I just didn't expect your true identity to be so powerful." Phil Gray said sincerely.

"Oh, my majesty, I still make you unhappy, right? Don't you want your knight anymore?" Wilde made a sad look.

Phil Gray was somewhat helpless. "Don't tease me anymore. I don't believe my father can invite a feared undead spirit in the abyss to be my knight. Otherwise, he couldn't have died so early, right? What's the ten-year contract? There's no trace of you in this year."

He was even certain that this Wilder must know that he came from another world.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to deal with some annoying guys these days." Wilder glanced at the red monster behind Rodney casually, only to see that the monster's body instantly turned into countless powders and disappeared without a trace in the air.

Rodney was so shocked that he held his breath and didn't dare to breathe out for a moment.

What happened? How could this undead summoned by Milu kill his own god-level undead with just a glance?

"Although I couldn't be with you, I was always paying attention to you. Didn't the owner of that bowl once lead you to the path of death?" Wilde pointed to the broken bowl that was put aside.

Leading me down the path of death?

Phil Gray was a little surprised. Countless memories flashed through his mind, and finally stopped at a cemetery in the city of Dur.

Pope Nicol is the old man in the cemetery?

"Here lies a pope of the Church of the Dead, welcoming death under the gaze of the God of Life."

Phil Gray recited the old man's epitaph and suddenly realized something.

"I see. This is all fate's arrangement."

"Destiny? That's not it. Don't give all the credit to Him. You should also look at me, right?" Wilder said dissatisfiedly.

"Okay, okay, I have to thank you solemnly. The reason I summoned you today is because I am participating in the competition to summon the undead. This is one of the contents of the selection of the Pope of the Dead. I didn't expect that you would actually accept my summons." Phil Gray explained simply.

"Of course, I know all that."

"You know everything?" Phil Gray was a little surprised. Even if he was paying attention to him, he shouldn't know that he was competing in summoning the undead, right?

Wilder doesn't look like a voyeur, does he?

No, no, no. As such high-level gods, they should only have the insight to know the future and the past, not to keep staring at me in the abyss.

Attention may really just mean paying attention.

"Ah, no, I mean, I can almost guess it." Wilder whistled, and the skeleton horse turned into a puff of smoke on the spot. "Okay, shall we go downstairs to greet each other? I don't really want to be stared at by so many eyes."

"Okay, Your Excellency." Phil Gray looked at the Archbishop.

The archbishop had been in deep thought for a long time. For some reason, he felt an urge to kneel down from the bottom of his heart every time he looked directly at the undead. This made him almost dare not use his divine power to sense the other party's level.

He asked respectfully, "What is your rank?"

Wilder laughed. "My level? This is the first time someone has asked me this question. Let me think... Your Majesty, what level of undead do you think can help you get a high score in this competition?"

Can the level be specified casually?

Phil Gray was a little surprised for a moment, but it seemed that Wilder's level was far beyond the Shinto level.

Could it be a quasi-god?

At this time, Yi Laizhe's ancestor came over and said in an extremely humble tone: "I am at the Shinto level, the highest level of undead summoned in the previous competition. I admit that you are far superior to me. It is enough for this saint to summon you. It is not an exaggeration for him to get full marks."

"Well said, you look very familiar." Wilder said casually.

"My ancestors once followed you, and I never thought that I would meet you one day." Yi Laizhe's ancestor said excitedly.

"Well, as long as you have a sincere faith, you will have a chance to see me again. In that case, won't you announce the results of this round of competition?" Wilde looked at the archbishop.

Being stared at like this, the Archbishop felt a great deal of pressure. He didn't know the real level of this person, but when he thought that the Shinto-level undead were so humble to him, then his level...

The archbishop had lived for half his life, and for the first time he felt extremely nervous. He announced haltingly, "After three rounds of undead summoning competition, the scores of the candidates are as follows: Saint Milu, 10 points, Yi Laizhe 9 points..."

"Wait, I think the gap between us and that adult is more than just one point." Yi Laizhe's ancestor interrupted the archbishop.

The archbishop looked at the elders and found that they all looked dazed and absent-minded. He then announced, "Yi Laizhe scored 7 points..."

Yi Laizhe’s ancestor shook his head.

"Yi Laizhe scored 6 points..."

Still shaking his head.

The archbishop's mouth twitched slightly. Don't you want to give the next candidate a chance to turn the tables?

"Yi Laizhe 4 points," he said tentatively. Seeing that Yi Laizhe's ancestor did not respond this time, he continued: "Rodney 3 points, Jaslin 3 points, Eli 2 points..."

Marshall is no longer there, so naturally there is no scoring for him.

After hearing the scores announced, Rodney, eager for the position of Pope, suppressed his fear and said, "Isn't it inappropriate to give us such a low score?"