I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Unexpectedly, he still recognized his identity.

"Yes, I can't hide it from you. But I don't understand why you are willing to let me, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, be your Holy Son?" Phil Gray asked puzzled.

Grant smiled kindly, "Because you are indeed the Holy Son chosen by the Day Prophet, it's that simple."

Phil Gray didn't know how to respond.

“Is my Dawn Divine Church inferior to the Destiny Divine Church? I heard that you ascended the throne of Pope as an ordinary person four years ago, and not everyone in Destiny obeys you, and your church has not provided you with the resources that a person favored by God deserves, right? But when you come to Dawn Divine Church, you will definitely get a lot.” Ge Lan’s face was full of confidence in the Dawn Divine Church, showing the spirit of a great elder of the church.

Phil Gray was a little tempted, as if there was really no harm in it?

What's more, he will not return to the Church of Destiny within five years, so it should not have any impact. His identity just needs to be kept secret, especially the fact that he is favored by multiple gods cannot be revealed.

Thinking of this, he looked at Grant with his ice-blue eyes, "I can be your Holy Son, but not as Phil Gray, but as Kane."

Grant nodded and smiled. "Of course, fate is fate, and dawn is dawn. I just hope you can truly regard yourself as a part of dawn."

"Of course. By the way, I heard that the headquarters of the Dawn Cult is in the East Continent?"

Phil Gray asked.

"Yes, the main churches in the East Continent include the Dream Church, the Dawn Church, and the Church of the Dead. After this is over, I will have to take you back to the East Continent, report to the Pope, and hold an ordination ceremony for you." Ge Lan said.

Going to the East Continent? Not knowing whether it was the same as the West Continent, or whether there would be people with oriental faces like on Earth, Phil Gray's heart was suddenly filled with anticipation.

After some further communication, Phil Gray learned that there were still many temples abandoned by the Church of Destiny in the Eastern Continent, and Ansel had once descended on several of them.

There might be a gift from God inside!

I feel happier now.

The train kept running day and night. When it passed the quarantine area, they got off and had to take another train.

The moment his feet touched the ground, Phil Gray saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

The streets were gray and the air was filled with mist of various colors. They hurriedly held their breath.

The pedestrians on the road all looked sick, some had ulcers on their faces, and some were coughing heart-wrenchingly.

Almost every step I took, there were several people lying on the ground in pain.

Even the little boys of seven or eight looked gloomy.

"Is this the area of ​​the plague makers?" Patrick pinched his nose and said in a rough voice.

"Yes, there are two factions among the plague makers. One faction creates plagues for others and offers sacrifices to the gods. They usually wander around outside, while the other faction is keen on infecting themselves with the plague, believing that this is the best way to pay tribute to the plague god Beata. Therefore, there is not a single healthy person in this area." Glenn frowned and said.

"It's terrible. It's hard to understand their thoughts." Patrick made a speechless expression.

The aura of the two degraded elder gods was so strong that even the mist in the air would consciously take a detour.

"They live here, constantly suffering from the plague. Ordinary plagues are of no use to them, so they begin to constantly look for and create more deadly plagues. Therefore, ordinary people really can't step into this area casually, otherwise they may die in just a few minutes." The staff of the Elder of Life emitted a green light, shining on them, making their discomfort subside.

This was their own choice and outsiders like them had no right to interfere. Phil Gray sighed and quickened his pace.

I got on the train again. This train, which was sent from the epidemic-control area, had very few passengers and it was very quiet all the way.

After passing through several cities and trekking for several days and nights, they finally arrived at the capital of the Pune Kingdom at dawn.

The capital was extremely prosperous. It was the largest and most lively city Phil Gray had ever seen. After getting off the train, he saw shops and stalls on both sides of the streets, and noisy sounds were endless.

There was also a man wearing a tall black hat holding a magic wand, entertaining a group of children.

"Hey, I met your colleague!" Patrick patted Eli's arm.

"No, he is the real magician. I just use the excuse of being a magician to cover up my ability as a person favored by God." Eli raised his eyebrows, not minding exposing himself at all.

Vincent was pulling George, who was tied with a rope. He was staggering and looked disheveled.

"Huh? That person looks familiar?"

"Yes, yes, isn't that the Duke of Surrey's son?"

"No way, I'm the princess's treasure!"

"They dare to tie this person up, the identities of these people are not simple!"

There was a lot of discussion behind them, and many people came to watch.

Until a group of guards came over and the leader asked, "Who are you? Why are you tying up Master George?"

In order to prevent excessive interference of theocracy in royal power, no church is stationed in the capital, and all matters big and small here are handled by the palace guards.

The leader obviously knew George.

George burst into tears and said in a hoarse voice, "Save me! Go and tell my mother and father!"

The leader was shocked and looked at the two elders in front of him who looked intimidating without even getting angry. For some reason, he felt like an ant facing a mountain.

"Oh, we must call the Duke and the Princess and let them hear what good things their sons have done!" Vincent tightened the rope, and George fell to the ground with a thump.

The people around made sounds of surprise.

Ge Lan said slowly, "I am the elder of the Dawn Cult, and we want to meet His Majesty the King!"

The guards' eyes widened. They obviously didn't expect that the old man in front of them was actually an elder of the Dawn Religion, one of the most powerful religions today.

A soft carpet covered with red flowers leads to the magnificent palace.

The dignified guard of honor accompanied by elegant music formed the background for their entrance.

Their belief in gods allows them to focus on cleansing the impurities of their souls and condensing their firm faith, but they also ignore the enjoyment and happiness brought by worldly power.

"Tsk tsk, this palace is too luxurious. It's dozens of times more beautiful than your palace, cousin!" Patrick complained bluntly.

Phil Gray rolled his eyes at him helplessly.

The king of Pune Kingdom walked slowly over, greeted them, and sat on the throne.

When he saw George being tied up, he frowned, then smiled kindly, "I wonder if the elders of the Dawn Cult came here for some important matter? This guy looks like my good-for-nothing nephew."