Upon hearing this, all the elders turned their gaze to Rodney, making Rodney feel a little scared. He cautiously glanced at the important figure covered by the mask and found that the other party hadn't even spared him a glance.
“No, the score is perfectly reasonable, Rodney, no need to say more.” The archbishop glared at him, signaling him to shut up.
How dare he question an adult that even a god-level undead fears?
“I also think it makes perfect sense,” Wilder nodded, glancing at Rodney with disdain out of the corner of his eye. “And how come even someone who has turned his back on God and privately worships other evil gods can become a holy son of my religion?”
"What?"
All eyes turned to Rodney, filled with confusion and surprise.
Rodney panicked, shaking his head frantically, and knelt before the huge statue of the god of death in the church. "No, my faith in God remains as devout as ever."
Wilder gave a mocking laugh: "You believe in Morgas, don't you?"
"Morgas?" Phil Gray muttered the strange name, feeling a pricking pain all over his body. He immediately removed the name from his mind, and the pain disappeared.
But looking at other people, they seemed indifferent to the name, and couldn't even remember any of its syllables.
Rodney's expression turned horrified, and the blood vessels in his eyes completely covered his eyeballs. "No, no, that's not it. I believe in the great god who controls death—Vino."
“No, you worship Morgas, the evil god who controls pain and death among the gods of the Abyss. You didn’t summon the undead from the abyss, but his followers. You brought them to the world of Vil. You betrayed the church, betrayed the gods, and even betrayed this world…” Wilder said, word by word, his voice mocking, as he walked toward Rodney, as if he were toying with a mouse that had been driven to the brink.
"No, no, I—" Rodney completely broke down. The veins on his face suddenly bulged, making his face look extremely ferocious. His eyes turned completely red, and his body seemed to be stretched out by a pair of hands, constantly spreading upwards like a snake. A pair of black wings stretched out from behind him.
"My God, what happened to Bishop Rodney?"
"That's scary."
Even death believers who were used to seeing the dead felt a little scared, so you can imagine what Rodney looked like now.
"Hmph, I didn't expect even your hand to get in here." Wilder sneered, raising his eyes slightly. With just one glance, Rodney turned into countless black fragments, dissipating into the air.
Good heavens, another competitor is gone. Phil Gray clicked his tongue inwardly, unsure whether he should be happy or not.
However, it sounds like there are now two of the Abyss Gods who have invaded the world of Vil: Eris, the ruler of flesh and blood, and Morgas, the evil god who controls pain and death.
It seems the situation in the world of Will is becoming increasingly dire.
Elder Sid felt incredibly ashamed that they hadn't even noticed that someone who had betrayed God had become the Holy Son. He respectfully said, "Sir, thank you for your help. We will conduct a thorough investigation of the believers to prevent such a thing from happening again."
"Just don't bring any of that nonsense in. God doesn't care about your beliefs. But you've been on earth for quite a while now, haven't you? Go to the abyss as soon as possible; that's where you belong." Wilder chuckled.
Elder Sid bowed to him: "I understand. I will go to the Abyss after the new Pope ascends the throne."
Seeing that Wilder didn't say anything more, he said to the remaining candidates, "Tomorrow will be the final round of the papal selection, presided over by the Second Elder. The details will be announced tomorrow. That's all for today."
"My lord, what are your plans?"
Wilder ignored him and instead said to Phil Gray, "I have to go. They can't do without me there. Perhaps we will meet again soon, my lord. Please believe me, I will witness your coronation in the abyss."
"Okay, is what you're busy with related to the gods of the Abyss?"
"Yes, they are too arrogant, but don't worry, Will has so many gods, you don't need to worry about them for now. You just need to protect yourself and guard the human world. I may not hear your call next time, but you can always trust that your knight will not put you in danger. Goodbye!"
"goodbye!"
Phil Gray actually wanted to ask him if he knew about the Red-Eyed Order formed by the gods of Will, but seeing that the other party was in a hurry to leave, he didn't ask any more questions.
A gate to the abyss slowly emerged, Wilder whistled, and his warhorse reappeared. Just then, as if remembering something, he came to Eli's side.
Eli opened his eyes wide, not understanding what this adult wanted to say to him.
Wilder tossed him something, and Eli caught it and saw that it was a small, blue-purple gem shaped like a dried fish.
"The final battle is almost here, why are you still like this? If you don't recover soon, do you still want to meow at the enemy?"
Wilder said with a smile, and Eli instantly realized that he was talking to Night, the cat he was carrying on his back, and that this thing was also for Night.
He actually knows the Son of Night? And he speaks of him so familiarly. Eli seemed to realize something.
After Wilder tossed him the item, he mounted the skeletal warhorse and disappeared into the Abyss Gate.
Once the gate to the abyss had completely disappeared, everyone in the church breathed a sigh of relief.
They had been holding their breath for so long that they didn't even dare to breathe in front of that important person.
"Yi Lai Zhe, I have to go too. The future hope of the family rests on your shoulders. You've really worked hard."
The ancestor patted Yi Lai Zhe on the shoulder, and his figure gradually disappeared. Yi Lai Zhe's eyes were sore and he was somewhat moved. In the past two days, the ancestor had told him a lot about the family's situation in the abyss. It turned out that these people who had successfully reached the abyss and broken free from their bonds were always thinking about him in the human world, as well as the spirits that followed behind him.
He may seem to be walking alone, but in fact, many people are silently supporting him.
The Cathedral of Death was about to close, and the worshippers left in a daze. Eli walked to Phil Gray's side, and only when he saw that no one else was around did he whisper, "Boss, I'm a little dazed because I just became a chosen one of the God of Death. Tell me, is it this... him that you just summoned...?"
"What's wrong with him?"
“No, we should call him… Is he the god of death?” Eli asked.
"Huh?" This stunned Phil Gray, who was about to explain Wilder's identity.
“Look at how casually He treats the Night. Even if He were a quasi-god, would He dare to speak to the Son of Night like that? And what’s more, the way He talks about those evil gods is as if He were on the same level as them. How could someone who isn’t a god say that?” Eli said logically.
Phil Gray frowned. "But my attitude and tone of voice towards the Night are similar to his. As for those gods of the Abyss, they are on our opposite side, so there's no need for them to be overly respectful."
"When I was in the Abyss, I heard the lord of Ten Thousand Bones City say that he was the first knight of the Northern Region, the next monarch of the Northern Region, and the most favored one of the God of Death. I don't think the God of Death would bestow such a title upon himself and fabricate such an identity..."
But then he thought of Wilder's deception and the Night's evaluation of the God of Death, Leziren, and suddenly became uncertain again, feeling that it was actually quite possible. Wilder was truly a helpless fellow.
Forget it, whether he's a Death Knight or the God of Death, it doesn't really matter to him now that he's just a minor Divine Revelation-level follower. Right now, he still needs to hurry up and complete his mission of becoming the Pope of the Church of the Dead.
“Alright, then it’s possible he has a good relationship with the God of Death.” Eli took out the small, dried fish-shaped gem. “This should be for Night, should we just feed it to it?”
“It should be.” Phil Gray took the dried fish gem and took out Night from his bag. It was sleeping soundly, with a suspicious silver thread hanging from the corner of its mouth.
The cat is sleeping so soundly; they haven't disturbed it at all these past few days. I'm suddenly a little envious; maybe being a cat wouldn't be so bad.
He placed the dried fish near Hei Ye's mouth, and Hei Ye seemed to smell it, opening its mouth and swallowing it whole, then smacking its lips afterward.
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