I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"You heard it right." The Dream Queen replied affirmatively.

"why?"

Although this is good news for them, it also makes people doubt the motives of the Dream Queen.

"I have been the Pope of Dreams for seventy years." She turned her head. "I am a loyal believer of the Goddess, but after reading through all the history of the Dream Church, I slowly discovered that the God we believe in is becoming less and less like Him, becoming more and more crazy and extreme."

"Do you suspect that He is also controlled by the Gods of the Abyss?" asked Phil Gray.

"The gods of the secret abyss... So there are other gods involved?" The goddess of dreams suddenly realized, and after a pause, she continued, "My religion was born seven thousand years ago. At that time, the goddess had just become the subordinate god of the Son of Night and took over the authority of dreams. Since then, He has begun to protect the dreams of mankind, freeing humans from nightmares, allowing people who have been tired all day to gain a brief peace in their dreams, and even realize wishes that cannot be realized when awake. It was also from that time that the first generation of popes established the Dream God Religion, began to believe in Him devoutly, and spread the belief in dreams everywhere."

"Believers walk in the world and practice the will of the gods. The original dream followers also took it as their mission to bring people beautiful dreams. They used the skills bestowed by the gods to bring happiness and peace wherever they went. Although the original church only occupied a small corner of the East Continent and there were not many believers, it left many beautiful and romantic legends in Weir."

"But I don't know when the commandments from the gods began to change. They let us create dreams, but deprived us of the right to wake up. Those who have no self-control will be forever immersed in dreams until they die. They let us use dreams to play tricks on others. Innocent people cannot distinguish between reality and dreams, and eventually become mentally ill. They let us create an illusory city, where many people will be buried for their entire lives..."

"Our teachings have long gone astray. They were supposed to lead us to bring beautiful dreams to mankind, but they ended up becoming nightmares for mankind. The dream originally advocated peace, but in the end, it used war to gain more territory... Our followers are also getting more and more crazy. Who still remembers what the dream looked like in the beginning?"

The Dream Pope smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"Since you have realized this, why do you still allow your believers to do so many bad things and even start wars?" Phil Gray asked.

"Because I am also someone who is addicted to beautiful dreams." The Queen of Dreams sighed, "How much courage is needed to wake up from a beautiful dream..."

If she hadn't really experienced a life-and-death moment, she wouldn't have come to her senses so quickly and made such a decision.

“Okay, but you dared to question the gods and finally made the right decision, which proves that you still have courage. At least you are more sober than your predecessor and the previous Dream Pope. I hope you can hold on and fulfill the promise you made today.” Phil Gray felt that it might not just be the current Dream Pope who realized that something was wrong, but those previous popes might have also realized it. However, their blind belief in the gods made them lose their own judgment and eventually become puppets controlled by the Dream Goddess.

"I will. It's time to wake up..." The Queen of Dreams raised her hand, and the entire Fantasy Night City began to collapse. Those luxurious buildings, those rare delicacies and silks that were rarely seen in reality were turning into fragments bit by bit and disappearing before people's eyes.

"what!"

Screams were heard from time to time, fear and shock appeared on the faces of everyone in the city, but it was fear that could make people wake up quickly from their dreams.

Back to reality, one after another woke up. There were believers in the dream, who were very panicked about the collapse of the headquarters; there were also believers from other sects, who were very regretful for what they had done while indulging in dreams, and now they finally had the opportunity to make a new choice...

Phil Gray and Hei Ye also woke up one after another. They were not conspicuous in the noisy crowd.

"I was wondering how that bitch could be so bold to attack me, and I even let him succeed. It turns out that he had already defected to the Gods of the Abyss." Heiye said indignantly.

"Okay, that's it for the dream for now, let's go to the war next."

The two men walked through the crowded crowd, jumped onto the back of the skeleton bird, and flew towards the sky.

On the way, they heard the news that the Dream God Cult had withdrawn from the war and announced its dissolution. This news shocked Will again. How could such a large church dissolve at any time? Wasn't this a joke?

"The Dream God Cult has been disbanded in form, but with the Dream Goddess still around, She will still use proverbs to guide Her followers to rebuild a new church. The source is still with God..." Phil Gray said solemnly.

"So we have to kill that bitch as soon as possible and let her also taste the feeling of the dream kingdom being shattered..." Hei Ye said, shaking his head.

Now only the War Church was left to face the attacks of all sects, and this church was also very smart. When Phil Gray and Night arrived three days later, they heard passers-by cheering that the War Church had voluntarily declared surrender, and the final dispute was over.

The Church of Life is busy treating the wounded on all sides, and the Church of War has also promised to pay the due price.

"It seems we have come here in vain." Phil Gray spread his hands. He should have expected this. According to his instructions before leaving, everything that happened inside Dawn, including the change of Pope, was still kept strictly confidential. So from the outside world's perspective, Dawn was still the First Church of Weir.

The War Church is currently unable to stand alone and naturally dares not confront Dawn and other churches.

"They're smart." Hei Ye snorted and jumped back onto his shoulder.

Phil Gray was overlooking the earth on the back of the skeleton bird. The green was gradually fading away the white snow. Spring had arrived unknowingly, announcing the vigorous vitality. A smile appeared on his face. The war was finally over.

A beam of morning light shot down from the sky and illuminated him, making him feel like a god. At this moment, warm divine power filled his body. The Prophet of the Day whispered in his ear, telling him that he had completed the motto to end the war and successfully broke through the demotion of the god of the Dawn Path.

Each god's favorite will only gain one skill when he is demoted, and that is to make the gods descend. Before, his promotion to the God of Destiny did not work, because the God of Destiny was bound and His consciousness could not be summoned by His favorites at will. But now, he can summon the Day Prophet, which increases his chances of winning the upcoming challenge.

……

"We're here. This should be the place." Phil Gray took out the map in his hand and compared it carefully. This was the base of the Bloody Disaster that the Followers of the Dawn had found out. Oh no, it should be called the base of the Red Eye Cult now.

"Some people are coming." Hei Ye sensed the movement not far away and reminded.

Phil Gray put on the "Grips of Shadow Escape" and hid in the shadows. Night was also hidden in the darkness. As a god of the Cult of Darkness, he hid himself so well that even other gods could not find him.

A group of people came over first. They were wearing red and white clothes. The red color seemed to be dyed with blood and gave off a strong bloody smell.

Looking at the strange badges on their chests, Phil Gray guessed that they were members of the Red Eye Cult.

It’s just strange that these people don’t seem to blink, their eyes are always staring straight ahead, but there is nothing in front of them.

"They look stupid and dull." Hei Ye muttered in his heart. Why do these so-called believers of the Secret Abyss Gods look like this? Have their brains been sacrificed?

Phil Gray found something wrong. Although these believers looked like living people, they gave him the feeling of... like undead. They also exuded some deathly aura unique to the undead. If he was not a death-bearer, he really would not be able to feel it.

His suspicion was soon confirmed. Behind these people, several figures slowly appeared. They were riding skeleton horses and wearing black armor. They were clearly Undead Knights!

Looking at the four or five divine-level undead knights in front of him, he instantly understood that these red-eyed cultists walking in front of him had turned into undead they controlled!

Beautifully done!

It seems that the legion commander listened to his advice and did not attack the three evil gods head-on. Instead, he very cleverly eroded the power of the Red Eye Cult in secret. Not only did he kill their believers, but he also directly transformed these believers into a force under his control.

"This is definitely the place. Let's follow them to find the commander of the Church of the Dead and ask about the current situation here." Phil Gray said to the night.