I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The black-robed man said sarcastically, "This is the undead spirit I contracted. Why should I let her go? I helped you, so why do you want to send me to see my god?"

His eyes were a little gloomy and he seemed very dissatisfied.

"No, we are very grateful that you chose to release Captain Jeremy at the critical moment and told us about Miss Daisy. Well, it is more important for us to deal with the other undead on the ship." Phil Gray pulled Caroline over and gave a polite smile to the man in black.

"Humph, I lost the opportunity to contract so many undead to increase my strength. I haven't said anything yet, you all should get out of here. Don't even think of asking me to help you with the salvation of the undead!"

The man in black robe turned his back, not wanting to say another word, and was not interested in their next action.

Viscount Ward sneered, holding his sword and left first. He had to go and see if the people in the storage room were safe.

Phil Gray and Eli also took Caroline away. They planned to sort out the bones found in the cabin, and then through devout prayers, send the passengers of the Blacktooth Shark who died a year ago and the passengers of the Gold Coin No. 3 who had just been slaughtered by Tang to the next stop of their journey.

The vast ocean should not be their destination.

……

"Okay, that's all."

Caroline rubbed her sore arms. Even though she was a God-favored being with good physical fitness, she shouldn't be asked to carry so many boxes.

On the other hand, the blue-eyed gentleman next to him is obviously not a member of the Church of Life or the Church of the Dead, but why does he look so enthusiastic about learning the prayer words?

And he even gave me this kind of heavy work to do.

Caroline mentally rolled her eyes.

The boxes were filled with skeletons found in every cabin, which she had now neatly stored and gathered in the captain's room, occupying almost one-third of the space in the captain's room. Fortunately, there were enough boxes in the storage room.

"Miss Caroline, you've worked hard! Come on, Mr. Eli, please help get these undead souls to the Kingdom of God! We really want to take a break!" said the captain who was forced to drive the Blacktooth Shark distressedly.

Although Jeremy and Tang's ghosts were annihilated, they were still controlled by a mysterious force. It seemed that they could only be freed if the ghosts that had merged with the ship were freed.

"Okay, how about it, have you learned it?" Eli held a green scripture in his hand. It was the Bible of the Church of Life - "The Source of Life".

"It's useless even if he learns it? He's not a pastor of the Church of Life," Caroline complained.

"Don't worry about it. Just go out. I'll help Eli here." Phil Gray said with a smile.

"Okay, you will definitely succeed." Caroline gave an expectant smile and closed the door of the captain's room.

Eli glanced at Phil Gray and said, "Let's get started!"

Two different voices sounded, Eli's voice was clear, but Phil Gray's voice was a little blurry.

"Most Merciful and Compassionate God of Life

Please give them the gift

They are trapped here, forgotten by the wheel of life

They begged for a way to be freed

We offer you our purest faith and most devout worship

We will follow your will and guidance

We will spread your teachings and grace

May the God of Life be immortal forever!

May the wheel of life never stop!"

Of course, what Phil Gray was chanting was not the prayer of the Church of Life, but that of the Church of the Dead. He had long guessed that this companion who was particularly familiar with the Church of the Dead could not be unaware of the prayer of the God of Death.

Although Eli can complete the salvation by himself, the advice given to him by the God of Death Vino is to bury the lost souls. If he does not participate in the salvation of these souls, what if He does not acknowledge it.

But he was afraid that the captain of Gold Coin No. 3 and his crew would hear him and expose his identity as the God of Death, so he could only lower his voice:

"God of Death, please listen to our call of fear

You are the ruler of the abyss of the dead, you are the guardian of the gates of death

Please grant these wandering souls your majesty and power

Let them be led into the abyss of the dead

Make them obey you and become your servants and subjects

Let them experience your boundless majesty and glory

We offer you our most loyal obedience and most respectful submission

May the god of death be honored forever!

May the abyss of the dead never break!"

Along with the unique rhythm of prayers, black mist continued to emerge from the hull of the Blacktooth Shark, gathered in the captain's room, and gradually condensed into one shadow after another. There were noble ladies with golden buns and feather hats, gentlemen in black suits and walking sticks, and church priests in various robes. Their empty eyes woke up at this moment, and their faces seemed to be sad and happy, but in the end they turned into relief of being freed.

"You are free now. May you be reborn in the afterlife or in the abyss!"

Phil Gray looked at the dead souls with a warm smile and sent his blessings.

As soon as he finished speaking, two beams of light, one green and one black, suddenly appeared. In the green beam, one could vaguely see blooming flowers and green grass on both sides of the road, while in the black beam, one could also glimpse the blue soul flame and bricks paved with bones.

“You can’t normally see this guiding beam of light. It can only be seen when the soul leaves the body.” Eli felt the rich aura of the gods that came from the same source as himself, and a hint of amazement emerged in his eyes. This was the first time he had transcended so many undead souls, and the first time he had seen such a scene.

The dead souls went to where they were supposed to go one after another. Most of them chose to go to the Wheel of Life to restart their lives, while a few went to the Abyss of the Dead.

With the departure of the last undead and the disappearance of the light beam, the entire Blacktooth Shark began to shake violently, and the surrounding scene became hazy.

Phil Gray was in a trance for a while. He shook his head, trying to stay awake, but when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the captain's room of the Blacktooth Shark.

Is this a return to Gold Coin No. 3?

Phil Gray looked around and saw Eli and Viscount Ward standing beside him, as well as the fat deputy captain with a shocked expression on his face.

Of course there was also the body on the deck with a missing hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief, finally coming back.

"I knew you would succeed. It just so happened that I was about to beat up a nasty guy! Who would have thought that we would be back to where we started." Viscount Ward walked over and pushed the charred black hand that fell on the deck back to the corpse with the tip of his sword. "Haha, this cook is really harmful. Even the remaining body wants to attack an innocent person like me."

"What bad luck! I don't know which crew member salvaged him. If he hadn't been salvaged, maybe we wouldn't have encountered those things." The fat man muttered, looking at Tang's body with disgust. "I've decided not to bring him to the shore. Let him sleep in the sea."

With a plop sound, Tang's body was moved and kicked off the gold coin number three by the fat man.

The fat man leaned over and wiped his shoes with a handkerchief, then continued, "By the way, just now in the storage room of the Blacktooth Shark, many passengers discussed with me whether we could return if we were out of trouble. I was in favor of going back to rest before setting off again. Most of these passengers going to Malu Island were doing business or preaching, and there was nothing urgent. Our Commercial Church was just going there to buy some things. What do you think?"

"Return?" Phil Gray's heart sank.