I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"No! You can't kill me. You are sent by the Church of Life to protect me! I am the future son-in-law of the archbishop!" George struggled and said with a panicked look on his face.

Phil Gray shook his head. "We would rather give up this mission."

Ge Lan sneered and looked at the Life Elder next to him, "I also believe that the Archbishop of the Life Church will not marry his daughter to someone like you."

The Elder of Life nodded and glanced sadly at the haggard-faced female gods' favored ones. From the moment the monsters were born, they lost their vitality.

He waved his staff, and white gentian flowers bloomed on their beds, relaxing their painful expressions. He wished that they could go to their respective kingdoms of God.

Vincent had a small knife in his hand, which he put against George's throat, and looked at the two elders for instructions.

Grant nodded and looked at Phil Gray intently. After solving George's problem, he wanted to welcome back this unexpected Son of God as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, just when Vincent was about to take action, George shouted again, "Don't kill me! You have no right to kill me! I am a member of the royal family of the Pune Kingdom, and only the laws of the kingdom can judge me! You don't want to cause a conflict between religious authority and royal authority, do you?"

Phil Gray nodded toward Grant, "He is indeed the princess's son."

Ge Lan snorted coldly, "When will an illegitimate child be recognized by the royal family?"

The Life Elder turned around, his eyes cold, "Okay, as you wish, we will take you to the Pune Palace for trial. It would be too easy for you to die here. You should die in the scorn and contempt of the world!"

These threatening words made George tremble with fear, but he was also glad that he could save his life temporarily.

As long as we arrive at the palace, my mother will protect me, definitely!

Patrick pointed at Jesse, who was pretending to be dead, and the unconscious Dream God Cult follower, "How do we deal with them?"

"It's not too much to die a hundred times! I'll go explain to the Church of the Dead."

The Elder of Life swung his staff and hit Jesse's chest in front of his horrified eyes. His heart pulse was cut off instantly, and the master of summoning the undead died in the small passage.

Phil Gray looked at Eli, trying to see something.

Eli noticed his gaze, looked back, and chuckled, "What are you looking at me for?"

"I always feel that you know this elder. After all, you know so many of his secrets." Phil Gray said bluntly.

"I do know him, but I'm not very familiar with him. What relationship can I, a person who believes in the God of Life, have with death?"

Phil Gray again felt that there was a hint of self-mockery in Eli's words.

Following the same method, the follower of the Dream Cult was finally able to go to the goddess' kingdom in his dream.

As everyone walked out of the passage, the members of the Dark Night Cult finally arrived. They were riding in a small boat, and Phil Gray recognized Bishop Eugene and his grandson on it.

A green path appeared on the lake. They stepped on it one by one and greeted the people of the Cult of Darkness.

"It's been resolved. We will take the culprit to the palace for trial. As for those poor girls inside, you should bury them properly." Ge Lan said heavily.

Standing at the front was an old man dressed in black silk. He had a dignified face, white hair and beard, and exuded the aura of a superior. His divine power was also extremely strong. Phil Gray speculated that he might be a revelation from God or a demotion from God, and the Pope of the Cult of Dark Night.

It seems that even the Pope of the weakest church is of higher rank than me. I have to work harder, he thought.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, elders." The Dark Night Pope thanked politely.

After a few brief pleasantries, they left.

Sitting on the train leading to the palace, Phil Gray felt that he could finally sleep peacefully. In the past few days, he was either frightened by nightmares of the undead or staying up late. He was really exhausted.

There were also soft snoring sounds coming from the other companions.

Vincent said he didn't want to see George's ugly face, so he knocked him out and threw him on the floor of the cubicle.

Just as Phil Gray was about to fall asleep, an enlarged face suddenly appeared in front of his blurry eyes. He could clearly see the wrinkles and the blooming smile on the face.

"Ah, Elder Grant, what's the matter with you?"

"Your name is Kane, right? I think this face is not your real appearance," said Grant with a smile.

"Yes, for some reasons, it is indeed inconvenient for me to use my true appearance."

"Is that so?" Ge Lan sat down opposite him and poured a glass of water.

"Do you know? There are not many people with the mark of God. It is very likely that one will appear every few hundred years. When Vincent was just born, there was a small golden sun on his butt. At that time, the Pope, all the elders and bishops were so excited that they went to his house to see the mark in person and took him back to the Church to be the Son of God."

Thinking of the scene where a bunch of old men were looking at Vincent's mark, Phil Gray suddenly wanted to laugh. Fortunately, the location of his mark was not embarrassing.

"Everyone who bears the mark of a god is the god's most beloved one. They have made great achievements and are almost certain to reach the level of a god. They will go to the kingdom of God to serve the god in the future." Ge Lan continued.

"Yes, I have heard of it."

"We are already ecstatic about the existence of this generation of Vincent, and we didn't expect to have you too. This is a gift from the Day Prophet to us." Grant looked at Phil Gray with excitement and eagerness in his eyes.

"But I can't go back with you." Phil Gray said hesitantly.

"why?"

"Can you let an unidentified person serve as your Son of God, or even the next Pope? In any case, there is no way I will reveal my true face and tell you my real identity." Phil Gray asked back.

Grant's eyes were as sharp as a knife, and there was still a smile on his lips. "How can you say your identity is unknown? The Day Prophet gave me a pair of eyes that can see the truth. The moment I saw you, I saw through your true face under the mask."

Phil Gray was shocked when he heard his words.

"At that moment, I felt that the face under your mask was very familiar, so familiar that it seemed as if I had met an old friend from many years ago, but I couldn't remember who it was."

Ge Lan's gaze was far away, as if he was thinking about something.

"On the way to the passage, I was walking and thinking, recalling those past events, until the little knight appeared, and I suddenly remembered."

Phil Gray pursed his lips.

"That was more than a decade ago. There was also a man with ice-blue eyes, and this little knight followed him. At that time, the little knight was still young and naive, but I didn't expect that he would become your mature and reliable subordinate now. Am I right? Your Majesty Phil Gray?"