I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 236 Return to Headquarters

The Archbishop of the Disease Cult was dead, the Pope was away, and most of the God-favored people in Gaza City were wiped out. The five cities within the jurisdiction were successfully captured by the Cult of Destiny in less than ten days.

The remaining followers of the God of Disease in the city have all been dealt with. Their worldview has been distorted. They regard enjoying and spreading diseases as a belief. They also possess skills bestowed by the God of Disease, so keeping them around is always a hidden danger.

Although the remaining ordinary people were also more or less abnormal under the influence of the belief in disease, they had not completely become the victims of the disease and could not cause too much harm, so fate sent a large number of priests to supervise and spread the belief in fate.

They may not become believers in destiny in this generation, but in the next generation and the next generation, when the belief in destiny takes root in these cities, they will be full of believers in destiny.

Bishop Joshur and Ernest stayed to handle the follow-up matters, and the Knights of Fate did not withdraw. They were afraid that the Pope of the Disease Cult would come back and find that his house had been robbed, and he would be angry and do something. To be on the safe side, they planned to stay here for a while.

Phil Gray and Eli rushed back to North City because in five days, the Church of Commerce and Destiny would jointly hold a high-level trade fair for those favored by God.

This was something that had been discussed long ago with the Commercial Church, but was delayed for a few days because of the war against the cult of disease.

Of course, the night followed them too. The cat appeared in the Pope's bedroom in a lazy manner the day after they arrived in Pingtie City, and brought back a lot of dried fish.

When asked where it had been, it acted as if it was no use asking about matters related to gods.

"Your Majesty, the Kingdom of Pune has sent a letter asking for the selection of mayors of the five cities within the disease area." Bishop Dominic took the envelope handed to him by the messenger and said after reading it.

"Pick a few trustworthy and experienced nobles. Last time, a few small neutral families performed well. You can support them."

"Yes."

Phil Gray and the bishop were walking in the corridor outside the palace. The flowers of destiny on both sides of the corridor had withered, and winter had officially arrived in the past few days.

Unfortunately, his palace was burned to ashes in an attempt to completely eliminate those red bugs. Although the craftsmen worked day and night to repair it after he left, it would take more than ten days to fully restore it.

"Other sects have sent us messages one after another, congratulating Destiny on its victory. Dawn asked us if we needed support before, and later sent us some supplies."

Phil Gray smiled slightly, feeling the warmth coming from afar, "Thank you for their concern. Please pick some special products of fate as gifts in return."

"Okay, Your Majesty, to be honest, I'm a little worried about the Pope of the Disease Cult. Now the news that Destiny has wiped out the Disease Cult has spread throughout the continent of Weir. I'm worried that he will come back and attack you after hearing it, but the Knights can't protect you over there. Do you want to ask an elder of Dawn to come and help?" Bishop Dominic said worriedly.

“What do you know about that disease-worshipping pope?”

"I don't know much. The pope rarely shows up. He is not as notorious as the Archbishop of Disease. He is also strict with his followers and has little ambition. I guess the invasion of Destiny was planned by their archbishop. He is not aware of it. Otherwise, why would he go to see God at this time? Even so, he is still our biggest threat at the moment."

"You don't have to worry about my safety. I was hoping he would come to Destiny to find me, but he didn't dare."

"Ok?"

"The Archbishop of Disease and many of his followers died in Gaza City. He is alone now. He should be the one who is afraid. He should worry about whether our destiny will hunt him down and destroy him, instead of offering himself to us. After all, he doesn't know what kind of power destiny has hidden that can destroy the God Descendant and a group of God Revealers. And don't underestimate me. If I can destroy the Archbishop of Disease, can't I destroy their Pope?"

Bishop Dominic's eyes were filled with admiration, and he almost forgot that the Pope before him was no longer the same Pope.

He has transformed from an ordinary person into the most powerful follower of the cult and has become the patron saint of the believers.

"Send a warrant for the Pope of Disease later, and ask all cities to strengthen patrols and report suspicious persons in a timely manner. I am not worried that he will seek revenge on me, but I am afraid that he will attack ordinary people."

Phil Gray ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope."

In addition to his confidence in his own strength, he also planned to summon Frank and ask him to invite another thug demoted from the abyss.

Undead companion is also one of his skills, so of course it cannot be wasted!

After Bishop Dominic left, he walked quickly towards the backyard of the Cathedral of Destiny in North City.

Although the Pope usually lives in his own palace and only bishops and some priests live here, it does not mean that there is no room dedicated to His Majesty the Pope.

Some servants of God were sweeping up fallen leaves. When they saw His Holiness the Pope coming, they stopped and saluted respectfully.

Phil Gray nodded to them, then walked through the long stone path and came to a small palace.

The quaint wooden door was carved with the pattern of the flower of destiny. Kane, holding a broom, and Milu, holding a basin of water, walked out chatting and laughing.

"Your Majesty, you came here so soon. We were still cleaning up." Kane scratched his head embarrassedly, because the two of them seemed to have delayed some time because of their playing.

"The bed is made, you can rest for a while." Milu said shyly.

"It's okay, don't worry, I'll go in and rest for a while, you guys can come back to clean up in the afternoon."

"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."

Phil Gray entered the room. The environment here was not bad, but it was a little dusty because no one had lived there for a long time. A wooden statue of the God of Destiny was placed on the table, and there was a lamp emitting white light on the table.

"Frank, my fellow undead, please accept the call!"

Phil Gray whispered, the power of death gathering in his palm.

After a while, Mr. Ghost walked out of the gate of the Abyss of the Dead.

This time, he almost couldn't wait to get in front of Phil Gray.

She looked him up and down with the creepy eyes of the undead, "I heard from the city lord that you are the one favored by two gods?"

"To be precise, there are three: Fate, Death and the Sun." Phil Gray sighed. It was time for him to be forced to explain again. He was almost tired of explaining.

"How did you do it? No wonder you said you could use the power of the Dawn. I thought you had some treasure, but I didn't expect you to be the follower of the Daylight Prophet. Really..." Frank looked at Phil Gray as if he was an alien. It seemed as if he wanted to dissect him with a knife to see what it was about the body structure of this believer that could attract so many gods.

Phil Gray began to believe that Mr. Frank was indeed a member of the Light of Wisdom during his lifetime. His fanatical appearance was not much different from that group of scholars.

"Asking is God's arrangement. Go ask the God of Death. I believe He will give you the most accurate answer." Phil Gray was too lazy to answer.

"Hmph, well, it's true that comparing yourself to others makes you feel pissed. How come you are favored by so many gods, while I am still at the level of a god's revelation after all these years?" Frank was a little depressed.

"It's better to be a human than a ghost, thank you. Maybe it's because I'm alive."

The promotion of the undead is indeed much more difficult than that of humans. After all, they are already dead and they have endless years. If it were easy, they would all become subordinate gods of the God of Death.

"How come you've become so talkative?" Frank gave him a strange look.

Phil Gray forced a smile. He had been feeling very uncomfortable these days because of Barry's death, and then he was busy dealing with the war against the cult of disease. He was always on edge and couldn't express his emotions.

Until today, I had almost finished dealing with everything and was able to take a break. I also met this friend whom I hadn’t seen for a long time and finally felt a lot more relaxed.

So he was too lazy to maintain the dignity and respectability that only the Pope should have.

"Okay, how's our business going? Have you found the next client?"

Speaking of business, Frank smiled instantly. "Of course. With the advertising from the Lord of Wangu City, many big shots have visited my Rest House. I have brought you two big clients this time. Here, let me introduce this one first."

There was an ocean-blue pearl on his hand, sparkling and colorful, making people feel relaxed and happy at just one glance.