I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The day is creeping on.

By the morning, several companions had returned.

They sent out the letter exposing George's conspiracy on Phil Gray's instructions.

"I gave the letter from the Life Church to the postman, but it will take a day to deliver it to the nearest city of the Life Church. I can only place my hopes on the other two parties." Eli brushed away the snowflakes on his head.

The second snow of winter came at this time.

"This is the Dark Night Cult's area, they will definitely not sit idly by." Patrick said.

George walked down and pretended to have just woken up. "You guys got up early, eh? Is it snowing outside?"

"Well, yes. The dreams these past few days have been horrible. They just went out to relax and enjoy the snow scenery in Port Lunsi." Phil Gray replied with a smile.

George said nothing more, but glanced at them from the side and found nothing wrong.

Yesterday, one of his servants had just hesitantly confessed that he was moving the woman when he was seen by one of the escorts.

He wasn't sure whether Phil Gray recognized that it was one of his men.

Damn it, he just told me such an important thing yesterday.

George was unhappy, but he had already thrown the servant into the sea to feed the fish.

But even if they recognized it, what could they do? They would never have imagined what kind of monster they were creating.

By then, the entire Pune kingdom will be subject to his rule.

Thinking of this, George raised his head slightly, indulging in fantasies about the future.

"Keep an eye on them," he whispered to someone behind him.

The morning was very peaceful. George went out again and left the Port of Lunsi, apparently to search for women favored by God in other areas.

In order to prevent any unknown accidents from happening again, Ernest kept an eye on the situation in the port of Lunxi.

The servants George sent to monitor them were not very capable and were easily deceived by Patrick's "forgotten fate" and Phil Gray's daydreams.

It was almost noon when Ernest came running back and said to them, "Boss, the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult has taken a boat to the center of the Lunsi River."

"What? Is he alone?" asked Phil Gray.

"Yes."

"His strength is at most at the eye-catching level, so why did he go alone?" Phil Gray frowned.

"Yes, we were thinking of asking him to call people from their religion. Why is he overestimating his own abilities?" Patrick was also speechless.

"Let's go to the Lunci River. We can't let him die." Phil Gray said in a deep voice.

"Ah? Why do we still want to save him? Isn't he still chasing you, cousin?" Patrick asked.

"We need his strength to fight against George now, and we rescued him. It would not be in line with the behavior of a son of a great church if he attacked us again. But everyone's safety is the most important thing. Let's go over and take a look, and help him if we can." Phil Gray explained.

The Church of Life is too far away, and the Cult of Darkness has not made any moves. They may have really declined to the point where they may not be able to fight against the two divinely-revelated followers. On the contrary, this Son of God may have some means.

After all, the Church of the Dawn is one of the six main gods, and it has been developing very well. It is also the natural nemesis of the undead, so it must have a way to resolve the undead dreams in Lunxi Port.

"Yes, that Elder Jesse can summon a large number of undead armies. If you are not a member of the Cult of the Dawn, it is indeed difficult to fight against him." Eli nodded in agreement.

Phil Gray wore gloves to add another layer of illusion to the servant who was watching him.

George wouldn't be back for a while, so they went to the port of Luncy.

There were small boats for rent here, and they got on the boat together, and Patrick started rowing excitedly.

"It feels so good to be on the water, cousin. Can we go on an adventure on the sea together in the future? I want to meet the mermaids and sirens in the sea..."

"Okay, stop talking. Why are you still thinking about playing at such an important time?" Eli glanced at him.

Phil Gray also smiled. The surface of the Lunci River was covered with small pieces of thin ice, but because it was connected to the sea, it had good fluidity and was not completely frozen.

They soon approached the passage, which was not very obvious during the day.

"Wait, cousin, listen..." Patrick stopped.

They heard a fierce fight in the corridor.

Then a scorching light flashed and a figure fell out of the passage.

"It's the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult!" Phil Gray narrowed his eyes.

Fortunately, I rowed the boat a little further away just now.

They quietly hid in the boat and held their breath.

The Holy Son seemed to be in a very sorry state and plunged headfirst into the water.

Soon, another figure appeared. He stood at the entrance of the passage, holding an obsidian-inlaid staff in his hand and a bone necklace around his neck.

"How did you find out?" Judging from the voice, it must be Elder Jesse.

The Son of God did not speak, and the Lent River turned blood red.

Jesse snorted coldly, and the staff in his hand flashed a black light. He saw a few more ghosts on the river. Although they were not as scary as in the dream, they surrounded the Son of God under the water and made shrill screams.

Fortunately, only Jesse came out. The follower of the Dream Cult must be guarding the things in the passage and will not come out easily.

This is easy to handle.

Phil Gray gestured to Ernest, who had just hidden in the water nearby. He was wearing white gloves, holding a scorching sun sword, and stepping on a lotus leaf, of course, thanks to Eli's friendly sponsorship.

"Jesse, do you still remember the holy relic of the Dawn Cult that you stole? Do you still remember how despicable you were to sign the contract with the Lord of the Undead Abyss? Now you have created such a nightmare monster. If the Church of the Dead knew about this, would they still let you be the elder?"

Ernest said these words according to Eli's instructions, although it was unknown how he knew so many secrets about Jesse.

Jesse's face changed. He looked at Ernest fiercely and jumped down the passage. A black light flashed and a small shark skeleton appeared on the water. He stepped on the skeleton shark and rushed towards Ernest.

The lotus leaf under Ernest's feet is a very rare plant cultivated by Eli that allows people to walk quickly on water. It is not inferior to Jesse's bone shark.

Stimulated by the words, Jesse no longer cared about the Holy Son under the water, but instead focused on chasing the person who knew the secret he had hidden for many years.

While they were away, Phil Gray and Patrick quickly dealt with the ghosts and pulled up the Son of God from the water, who had already fainted.

"Eli!"

Eli fed him a white petal and put it on the boat. "Patrick, pull him back to the inn," said Phil Gray.

"it is good."

Patrick rowed the boat and took the Son away.

Phil Gray and Eli quietly climbed up to the entrance of the passage and placed a few exploding flowers on it.

It is said that this flower can make a loud explosion, but it cannot cause any harm. Eli said it can only be used to scare people.

"After I use these up, I'll have to spend time getting some more stock." Eli smiled and jumped into the water with Phil Gray.

"Let's hurry up, I'm afraid Ernest can't hold on." said Phil Gray.

"it is good!"

They swam away and Phil Gray threw the Blade of Fate, cutting the flower in half.

Then, relying on the effect of the diving flower he had eaten last night not wearing off, he swam under the water and quickly left here.

With a bang, the earth shook!

The sound alone creates waves on the water surface.

Phil Gray felt his ears buzzing and he could not hear any other sound for a moment. He could only swim desperately behind Eli.