I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

As soon as these words were spoken, all the elders looked at Rodney, which made Rodney a little scared. He carefully glanced at the masked big man and found that the other party didn't even give him a glance.

"No, this score is very reasonable, Rodney, no need to say more." The archbishop glared at him and signaled him to shut up.

How dare he question an adult that even the Shinto-level undead were afraid of?

"I think it's very reasonable," Wilder nodded, and with a sidelong glance at Rodney, he said contemptuously, "Also, how can a guy who betrays God and secretly believes in other evil gods become the Holy Son of my religion?"

"what?"

Everyone looked at Rodney with confusion and surprise.

Rodney panicked, shaking his head like a rattle, and knelt down in front of the huge statue of the god of death in the church. "No, my faith in God is as devout as ever."

Wilder laughed sarcastically: "You believe in Morgas, right?"

"Morgas?" Phil Gray muttered this strange name and felt a pricking pain all over his body. He immediately removed the name from his mind and the pain disappeared.

But looking at other people, they seem to have no feelings about this name and can't even remember any syllables of this name.

Rodney's expression became terrified, and the bloodshot on his eyes had covered his entire eyeballs. "No, no, no, I believe in the great god who controls death - Veno."

"No, you believe in Morgas, the evil god who is in charge of pain and death among the gods of the abyss. You did not summon the undead from the abyss, but his followers. You brought them to the world of Weir. You betrayed the church, the gods, and even this world..." Wilder said word by word, his voice full of teasing, and walked towards Rodney, as if teasing a mouse that was forced into a desperate situation.

"No, no, I--" Rodney completely collapsed. The blood vessels on his face suddenly swelled up, making his whole face look extremely hideous. His eyes turned completely red. His body seemed to be stretched by a pair of hands, constantly spreading upwards like a snake. A pair of black wings stretched out from behind him.

"Oh my God, how did Bishop Rodney become like this?"

"very scary."

Even the death believers who were used to seeing the undead felt a little scary, so you can imagine what Rodney looked like now.

"Hmph, I didn't expect that even your hand would be stretched out." Wilde snorted coldly and raised his eyes slightly. With just one glance, Rodney turned into countless black fragments and dissipated in the air.

Oh my goodness, another competitor is gone. Phil Gray was secretly shocked, not knowing whether he should be happy or not.

But it sounds like there are already two gods of the abyss who have invaded the world of Weir, Eris, the ruler of flesh and blood, and Morgas, the evil god who controls pain and death.

It seems that the situation in the Weir world is becoming increasingly grim.

They had allowed a person who had abandoned God to become the Son of God, and they had not noticed it. Elder Sid felt extremely ashamed. He said respectfully, "Thank you for your help, sir. We will conduct a thorough inspection of the believers and try to prevent such a phenomenon from happening again."

"Just don't bring in those messy things. God doesn't care what your beliefs are. But you, the undead, have been in the human world for quite a long time. Go to the abyss as soon as possible. That is your final destination." Wilde chuckled.

Elder Sid bowed to him and said, "I understand. I will go to the Abyss after the new Pope ascends the throne."

Seeing that Wilder didn't say anything else, he said to the few remaining candidates, "Tomorrow will be the final round of the Pope selection, which will be presided over by the Second Elder. The details will be announced tomorrow. That's all for today."

"My Lord, do you have any plans?"

Wilder ignored him and said to Phil Gray, "I have to go. They can't leave without me there. Perhaps we will meet again soon. My majesty, please believe that I will witness your coronation in the abyss."

"Okay, is what you're busy doing related to the gods of the secret abyss?"

“Yes, they are too rampant, but don’t worry, Weir has so many gods, you don’t have to worry about them for now. You just need to protect yourself and the world. I may not be able to hear your call next time, but you can always believe that your knight will not put you in danger. Goodbye!”

"goodbye!"

Phil Gray actually wanted to ask him if he knew about the Red Eye Cult formed by the gods in Will, but seeing that the other party was in a hurry to leave, he didn't ask any more questions.

A gate to the abyss slowly emerged. Wilde blew a whistle, and his horse appeared again. At this moment, he seemed to remember something and came to Eli.

Eli opened his eyes wide, not understanding what this adult wanted to say to him.

Wilder threw something to him. Eli took it and saw that it was a blue-purple gem that looked like a dried fish.

"The decisive battle is almost here, why are you still like this? If you don't recover soon, do you still want to meow at the enemy?"

Wilder said with a smile, and Eli realized instantly that he was talking to the cat Heiye on his back, and that this thing was also for Heiye.

He actually knew the Son of Night? And he used such a familiar tone. Eli seemed to realize something.

After Wilder threw something to him, he got on the skeleton warhorse and disappeared into the gate of the abyss.

When the gate to the abyss completely disappeared, everyone in the church breathed a sigh of relief.

They had been holding their breath for too long, and in front of that adult, they really didn't even dare to breathe.

"Yi Laizhe, I have to go too. The future of the family rests on you alone. Thank you for your hard work."

The ancestor patted Yi Laizhe on the shoulder, and his figure gradually disappeared. Yi Laizhe's eyes were sore and he was a little moved. In the past two days, the ancestor told him a lot about the family's situation in the abyss. It turned out that those of them who successfully reached the abyss and broke free from the shackles were always thinking about themselves in the human world and the undead following them.

He seems to be walking alone, but in fact, there are many people silently supporting him.

The Cathedral of Death was about to close, and the believers left one after another in a daze. Eli walked to Phil Gray's side, and when he saw that there was no one around him, he whispered, "Boss, I'm a little slow because I just became the God of Death's follower. Tell me, is this the one you just summoned...he..."

"What's up with him?"

"No, we should call him "Him". Is He the God of Death?" Eli asked.

"Ah?" This stunned Phil Gray, who was about to explain Wilde's identity.

"Look, his attitude towards the night is so casual. Even if he is a quasi-god, would he dare to speak to the Son of the Night in such a tone? Also, the way he mentioned those evil gods was as if he was on the same level as them. How could he say that if he was not a god?" Eli said reasonably.

Phil Gray frowned, "But my attitude towards the Night and the tone of my speech are similar to his. As for those Abyss Gods, they are on the opposite side of us, so there is no need to be too respectful to them.

"When I was in the Abyss, I heard from the Lord of Wangu City that he was the first knight of the Northern Territory, the next monarch of the Northern Territory, and the most beloved of the God of Death. I don't think the God of Death would give himself a title and fabricate such an identity..."

But when he said this, he thought of Wilde's deception of him and Dark's evaluation of the God of Death as a playful person. He suddenly became uncertain and felt that it was possible. This guy Wilde was really frustrating.

Forget it. Whether it's the Death Knight or the God of Death, it really doesn't matter to him, a small follower of God's Revelation. Now he has to hurry up and complete the task of becoming the Pope of the Church of the Dead.

"Okay, then it's possible that he has a good relationship with the God of Death." Eli took out the gem that looked like a dried fish, "This should be for Dark Night. Should I feed it directly?"

"It should be." Phil Gray took the dried fish gem and took out the Night from the bag. It was sleeping soundly with a suspicious silver thread hanging from the corner of its mouth.

The cat was sleeping so soundly that their movements over the past few days did not wake it up at all. Suddenly I felt a little envious. Maybe it’s nice to be a cat.

He put the dried fish next to Heiye's mouth. Heiye seemed to smell it, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp, smacking his lips after swallowing it.