I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

"Hahaha, even though I know Patrick might be waiting for us pitifully in some corner, I still want to laugh."

Eli's blond hair blocked Phil Gray's view.

He was sitting behind Eli, forced to ride on the same horse as his companion.

"Then let's go quickly, otherwise he will be thrown into the sea to feed the fish by those people." Phil Gray said helplessly.

When he gets to the Dawn Divine Sect and has free time, he will definitely learn how to ride a horse!

He was already a person favored by God, but he couldn't control an ordinary animal? It was just that he was in a hurry and didn't have time to try.

Phil Gray thought so.

"Ok."

The agile horses galloped along the road of the main city towards the outside of the city.

They planned to catch up with Viscount Ward's team before dusk. After all, the Viscount had set out several hours earlier than them and might have tracked down those people.

Moreover, before setting off, the Duke of Surrey had always suggested that they find Viscount Ward first, but it was not known whether this Viscount had any special tracking methods.

But the worst case scenario is that those people have returned to the island and they have to go to Malu Island.

Malu Island is located in the waters south of the Kingdom of Puna and is one of the many islands in the Kolo Islands.

The temperature there is relatively high, which is suitable for growing various tropical crops, such as tobacco, coffee, tea, etc. However, this archipelago is far away from the mainland, drifting alone in the South China Sea, and it was not discovered by people on the East and West continents until a long time later.

This undeveloped land therefore attracted many churches to preach. Although it helped the residents of the island develop, it also led to the mixing of various religions, chaos and wars for faith and resources.

The capital of the Puna Kingdom is very close to the south coast, and there is only one way to reach Malu Island, which is to go around a coastal mountain range and then take a boat straight south.

The sky gradually darkened as they hurried on the road. While driving the horse, Eli also injected green life force into the horse's body to keep it full of vitality and to enable it to go faster.

Finally, they saw a group of knights lined up neatly, and a middle-aged man dressed as an aristocrat in the front.

That person must be Viscount Ward.

The knights also discovered them and stood in full battle array, seemingly on alert.

"Viscount Ward! We are here to see you!" Phil Gray shouted.

Viscount Ward turned his head, and Phil Gray saw his face under his armor. His skin was pale, his eyes were sunken, and there was a hint of impatience in his small eyes.

"Who are you? Don't hinder me from capturing the enemy."

Phil Gray threw him a letter that the Duke of Surrey had written for them, giving them the basic details.

Viscount Ward moved quickly and took the letter.

Still hurrying on the road, Viscount Ward pulled the horse with one hand while reading the contents of the letter. After reading it, he smiled and looked them up and down, "Oh, you are all favored by God, welcome to join us."

The knights also let down their guard.

"Do you have any clues?" asked Phil Gray.

"Of course, even if you don't believe me, you must believe my baby." Viscount Ward's horse galloped again, and Phil Gray and Eli followed. They saw that the front row of their team was actually a row of hunting dogs. There were more than ten of them, all of them were ferocious and strong, with fluctuations of divine power on their bodies. They didn't look like ordinary dogs.

Viscount Ward's pale face showed a trace of redness. "The people on these islands are not very sensible. When they commit a crime, they will hide back on the island. Haha, that land of sin and corruption will be destroyed sooner or later and become the battlefield of my God!"

What god does he believe in? Phil Gray felt the fluctuation of his divine power, but it was not as strong as his and Eli's, it should be only at the level of blessing.

After traveling for a while, Viscount Ward suddenly called a halt.

Phil Gray thought he had discovered something, but he saw him get off the horse, take off his helmet, fumble out a silver iron box from his chest, and take out a piece of tobacco from it.

"Do you want it?" Viscount Ward raised his head and looked at him and Eli on their horses.

"No need." Phil Gray looked at his dark eyes and trembling hands, and felt that what the proprietress said was indeed true. This Viscount Ward was really obsessed with tobacco.

Ward closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Whenever I feel the scent of cigarettes, I can suppress the murderous intent and tyranny in my heart. Perhaps this is the price of gaining the power of God."

"He might be the one favored by the God of War." Eli whispered.

"Yes, I am indeed a believer in the God of War. If a warrior cannot go to the battlefield, what is the meaning of living in this world?" Viscount Ward laughed and jumped on his horse. "Perhaps, I will be able to use my skills soon."

Eli always kept a faint smile.

Phil Gray frowned. It was bad enough that the Dream Cult and the Bloody Disaster were causing trouble, but why did a God of War pop up now? Wouldn't the world of Weir be in chaos?

After resting for a while, they set off again following the hunting dogs that were tracking their scent.

After five days and five nights of running, although they occasionally stopped to eat and rest, they were all exhausted. After all, they had just bypassed the tall coastal mountains.

The hunting dogs transformed into a red light and merged into Viscount Ward's body.

Phil Gray only learned these days that they were all transformed from the divine power of Viscount Ward. Every once in a while, Viscount Ward would take a break to recover his divine power.

The skills of the followers of the God of War are all oriented towards war, and hounds are often used to track enemy forces even on Earth.

For such a long time, they were still a few steps behind those people, which was really disheartening.

I don't know how Patrick is doing now.

Phil Gray sighed.

"It looks like we have to go to the island."

Viscount Ward coughed, and with the help of the hunting dog's perception, those auras disappeared in front.

There is the coast.