I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"I also think that George's servant must be the one who fought with me last night." Phil Gray said again. In any case, they had to be careful of George, and to fulfill the words of the God of Destiny, they had to find a way to prevent George from ascending to the throne.

However, the information we have now is very limited, so we can only adapt to the situation.

Night fell again, and even though they had prepared themselves mentally, entering this extremely real and terrifying dream still made people feel a sense of fear.

Phil Gray looked around. These people were still fixed in place, waiting for the coming killing.

The boat slowly docked at the shore. What came down today were ghosts. They moved quickly, floating in the air, and their nearly transparent bodies flashed green fluorescence.

Every time they hit a person, the poor person would show a painful expression and then be left with a stiff corpse.

Phil Gray raised his hand, revealing the Sun Mark, and it really worked. No ghost approached his body.

Unexpectedly, this mark saved him. The Day Prophet is indeed the nemesis of the undead.

Phil Gray smiled. He could now take this opportunity to observe the dream carefully to see if he could find any useful clues.

However, his immobility became his biggest limitation.

Ghosts are still coming down from the ship one after another, and everyone here is almost dying.

But it also made Phil Gray make a new discovery, that is, every time the ghost killed a person, a dark green light ball would appear above the dead person's head, and this light ball would eventually gather on the boat.

What's on board?

Phil Gray stared at the ship, but he could not see anything on it except the skeletons that kept falling.

Finally, Phil Gray was the only one alive in the dream. He saw the ghosts forming a circle with himself in the middle.

What will they do?

Phil Gray still held up his hand with the sun mark.

The dream suddenly changed. The ghosts did not take action. Phil Gray just felt dazed for a moment, and then the scene around him became the same as when the dream began.

The people around him waited for the ghost's slaughter with horror on their faces, and finally contributed a green ball of light.

No one knew how many rounds of massacres it took before Phil Gray woke up.

After taking in the real surroundings, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The only clue we have at present is that the small boat is collecting light balls from people who died in dreams, and it restarts again and again in order to obtain more light balls.

What exactly is on the ship? What is the purpose of the light ball?

Phil Gray felt like his head was a tangled mess. Both George and this strange dream were entangled and tangled in his mind, but he felt that these things must be related, and all that was missing was a thread to connect them.

Today's passengers all looked a little haggard. The nightmares they had suffered over the past few days had left them with no energy to do anything else during the day.

Ordering a casual breakfast, Phil Gray thought about these things and tried to deduce the connections between them.

But he still noticed a young man sitting opposite him.

The young man had long blond hair, a handsome face, and was wearing a white robe. He did not appear to be a native resident of the Dark Night Parish.

He held out a glass of wine to himself.

"Thank you, what can I do for you?" Phil Gray took the wine and asked politely.

"Hello, the one favored by the God of Death, may I ask if there is a corpse of the Bishop of the Cult of the Dawn in your space stone?" His smile was gentle, but his eyes were extremely sharp, and the words he said made Phil Gray shocked.

He realized that this person must be someone sent by the Dawn Cult to hunt him down.

"I don't understand what you mean. I'm not a member of the Church of the Dead. Why should I collect corpses?" Phil Gray looked at him calmly. After the power of death and the power of destiny were merged together, as long as he didn't use certain skills, he would be just an ordinary person in the eyes of others.

The young man looked at him and said to himself, "That's not right. The mark I sensed is on you. How come you are an ordinary person? Do you have any hidden tricks?"

Just then Phil Gray saw George coming down the stairs, followed by his attendants.

He turned and ran up the stairs, smiling and asking, "Master, you are up now, do you have any instructions for today?"

"No, just arrange your schedule as you like today. There are many unique places in Port Lunxi, such as a fried fish shop. You can go and try it." George replied with a smile, looking in a good mood.

"Okay, I'll go back first." Then he continued to go upstairs.

The young man also followed and frowned when he saw George. This man actually had a stronger aura of the God of Death, and the purity of this aura was obviously not something that a low-level god-favored person could have.

Combined with what he heard about their conversation just now, he looked at George, "He is your subordinate? In addition, have you ever come into contact with the one favored by the God of Death? Or a high-level one? No, just simple contact will not make you have such a strong aura, but you are obviously an ordinary person, what on earth are you going to do with the corpse?"

The young man suddenly felt that George might be the mastermind behind the scenes. The ordinary man with the mark of the sun just now was his subordinate. They had a way to hide the level of their divine power, so everything made sense.

George's face changed and he thought: The corpse, the one favored by the god of death, could he know something? Has Jesse's affair been exposed?

Thinking of this, he panicked for a moment. He did not answer the series of questions raised by the young man, but pointed at the young man and shouted: "He stole my things, catch him!"

The servants and the young men started fighting, the inn was in chaos, and some guests ran out screaming.

And indeed, there were followers of the God of Death among those servants. The undead creatures they summoned further confirmed the young man's guess.

Phil Gray hid behind the corner of the stairs and watched them fight. He originally just wanted the young men to mistakenly think that George was in the same group as him, but he didn't expect the effect to be so good, and George even started to arrest people directly.

Thinking about what the young man had just said and George's guilty look, Phil Gray wondered what he was hiding. Was it related to his ascension to the throne?

The young man was a follower of the Daytime Prophet and seemed to be of a high rank. He held a golden wheel in his hand and wherever his moves passed, the sun's flames ignited, setting the tables and chairs of the hotel on fire.

The servants each have their own methods. They seem to be the followers of the God of Death and the plague makers, and the skills they use are rather sinister.

And their levels are at least at the blessing level, and some are even at the attention level. No wonder George is so confident and doesn't need their escort.