I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Jesse looked at Ernest, who was always faster than him, and felt a little angry. He waved his staff, and a row of skeleton soldiers appeared in front of Ernest.

Although the Sun Sword in Ernest's hand had a restraining effect on the undead, it still slowed down his speed.

But at this moment, a huge vibration sound came from the direction they left, and ripples appeared on the water surface. Judging from the sound, it came from the direction of the passage.

"Is it a feint to the east and attack in the west?" Jesse was startled and stopped.

Although there was another follower of the Dream Goddess on the other side of the passage, he was still worried.

The creation of the nightmare monster must not be exposed!

He looked at Ernest's departing back with hatred, then turned back towards the passage.

The Son of God was rescued without any danger. After Eli fed him the petal, he woke up, but was seriously injured.

"Aren't you in the same group as George? Why did you save me?" The Holy Son of the Dawn Cult looked at Phil Gray in confusion.

"We are not in the same group with him. I wrote that letter to you. My original intention was to ask you to find a few more high-level gods of the Dawn Cult to fight against George. I didn't expect you to be so reckless." Phil Gray looked at the snow falling heavier outside the window.

They took the Holy Son and found another hotel at random.

After they saved the Son of God, and considering George's previous suspicion of them, George would not trust them if they returned, and the possibility of him taking action against them was quite high.

There is no need to stay with George and pretend to be nice to him anymore.

But how can we prevent the birth of monsters now?

"Then why did you steal the bishop's body?" The Son of God stared into Phil Gray's eyes, as if trying to judge whether Phil Gray was lying.

"George gave me the body. He asked me to cut off the bishop's hand, so there is the mark of the sun on my hand. At that time, I hadn't seen through his true face." Phil Gray's ice-blue eyes revealed sincerity, and there was some embarrassment on his face.

Considering that they were the ones who saved him, the Saint of the Dawn Cult nodded and coughed a few times, "Okay, I believe you. Let me introduce myself to you formally. I am Vincent, the Saint of the Dawn Cult. I came here to track down the carrier of the Sun Mark and retrieve the body of the bishop."

In fact, he still had some doubts about these people in his heart, but he was seriously injured and fighting against them would only lead to his death, so he just trusted them for the time being.

"Hello Vincent, my name is Kane. I think the most important thing now is to stop George from creating a nightmare monster. I think you have seen it when you just went in." Phil Gray said.

"Well, don't worry. After I saw your letter, I used a special secret method to send a message to the elders of my sect. They will be here soon." Vincent said weakly.

“As for what I saw in the passage just now, I saw hundreds of beds with many female gods’ favored ones lying on them. They seemed to be immersed in dreams with smiles on their faces. Someone is actually using them to breed terrible monsters. It’s really abominable!”

He spoke angrily, and the wounds on his body seemed to be aggravated, and he began to cough violently again.

Phil Gray handed him a glass of water and suddenly felt that Vincent's description was somewhat familiar. A female god-favored person indulging in a beautiful dream, isn't this what happened in Dur City before?

At that time they killed the woman who used books to create hallucinations, but her purpose was unclear. Could it be that she was also creating this kind of monster at that time?

But what they heard was that this monster feeds on people's fear, and there was nothing scary at the time.

Phil Gray was lost in thought until Vincent asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing, I'm leaving first. You should have a good rest." Phil Gray stood up and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered something and his mind moved.

There was another body on the ground.

That was none other than Bishop Dawn who was missing his right hand.

"Sorry, his right hand is gone," Phil Gray said apologetically.

Vincent looked at the body on the ground, "...I'll put him away first."

After placing the bishop's body in his space stone, he looked at Phil Gray again and said, "Since you saved me, I can forgive you, but the elders who are coming soon may still cause trouble for you."

Phil Gray frowned, "What? Didn't I return the body to you?"

"Yes, but the older elders in my church really hate the idea of ​​a body being destroyed after death, especially since this bishop made many contributions to our church during his lifetime."

Vincent sighed, "I'm waiting for the elders to arrive here to solve the nightmare monster problem together. You guys should go hide somewhere else first. The elders coming this time are gods, and you will definitely not be able to escape if you are discovered."

"Is there any way to remove this sun mark?" Phil Gray thought for a moment and asked.

“Naturally, a month would disappear.”

"My companion also said that it would take a month, but isn't your elder going to arrive soon? You should have a way to eliminate it in advance, right?"

Vincent shook his head. "There is no other way, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Vincent smiled and said, "There is actually another way, but it is actually equivalent to nothing. That is to truly believe in the Day Prophet and become his follower. Then, as the Day Prophet's divine power enters your body, the Sun Mark will also become a part of your divine power and will naturally disappear."

"Becoming a follower of the Day Prophet? Isn't this outrageous?"

"Yes, the Sun Mark will only appear on people who destroy the bodies of my followers. These people are usually from the Church of the Dead and believe in the God of Death. So this path is of course equivalent to nothing."

Phil Gray sighed, "Besides, the elders of your sect should be here tomorrow. Even if I listen to the words of the Day Prophet in one day, how can I accomplish it?"

He hesitated for a moment, "But I still want to try. You must have your church's holy book or a statue of your god there, right?"

Devout believers, especially followers, will naturally carry the statue of the god and pray every day in the hope of hearing the next level of admonitions.

Vincent looked at him and said, "So you didn't hide your strength and are just an ordinary person? No, you just took out the bishop's body from the space stone?"

Phil Gray nodded and stretched out his arms. "Of course I am an ordinary person. Can't you God-favored ones be able to communicate with each other? Do I have divine power fluctuations?"

"I thought you used something that hid your divine power."

"No, no, my companions are all favored by God, but I am an ordinary person. As for this space stone of mine, it was given to me by a friend of the Creation God Church who I met before. He helped me improve it, so that I can use it even without divine power." Phil Gray smiled "sincerely".

"Okay." Vincent respectfully took out a statue of the god from the space stone, which was about the size of a palm, and a book with a golden cover.

"Thank you." Phil Gray thanked him and took the things.

The appearance of this Daytime Prophet is different from other gods. Why does he have only one eye?

Phil Gray looked a little dazed.