"I only hope that when you return to the position of Pope, you can properly take care of my son and let him live a carefree life."
"Thank you! I promise, if I survive and eliminate those traitors, I will give you and Barry a lot of money and send people to take care of you."
"I will not give you the opportunity to threaten my son and His Holiness the Pope!"
Praise be to the god of fate!
"Brother, give me a hug."
...
"No, no, I broke my promise—"
Phil Gray seemed trapped in an endless nightmare loop, with scenes from the past constantly replaying and resetting.
But he was powerless to change the predetermined outcome.
"Phil! Boss, wake up!"
"cousin!"
He could hear different voices calling to him, but he couldn't wake up no matter what he did.
He was forced to watch the tragedy repeat itself over and over, as if he were floating, without any sense of reality.
"I'll have to do it."
He could barely make out the faint mutterings.
Just then, he suddenly felt a heavy object hit his chest.
"Cough cough!"
This sudden movement felt as if he had been thrown from the air to the ground, where he was suddenly enveloped by the hard, cold reality.
My chest hurt from being hit so hard, and I suddenly felt a little breathless.
But it seemed that the nightmares had all disappeared. He tried to open his eyes, and as the faint light shone into them, he saw a group of people surrounding him.
Of course, there's also the darkness that lies on your chest, staring back at you.
"Cousin, you're finally awake! You scared me to death!" Patrick sniffled, tears glistening in his eyes.
The others also looked worried.
Phil Gray sat up and gently moved away the darkness from his chest.
"I'm sorry to have worried you. What exactly happened?"
His voice carried a hint of bitterness and a hidden anger.
“It was the disease cult that did it. While you were unconscious for the past two days, the disease cult took the opportunity to strike at fate, and Gaza City fell,” Eli said. He didn’t want to tell his boss this bad news as soon as he woke up, but he had no other choice.
“Disease worship!” Phil Gray gritted his teeth, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his anger about to burst forth.
"Don't worry, Bishop Joshua and Ernest have already gone to Gaza City."
“Yes, my father went with that divine-level figure from the family. He’ll try to delay them as long as possible, but…” Patrick pursed his lips.
"Just what?"
Elipatrick replied, “Although the disease cult is not the main church, there are two deities who have been demoted within the church: their pope and their archbishop. The one leading the legion this time is this archbishop.”
A god demoted?
Yes, apart from some unknown small churches, there are only the fallen Dark Night and those whose fate has no God to descend upon.
While we have no shortage of low-end combat power, the lack of top-tier combat power is a fatal flaw.
This is probably one of the reasons why disease worship targets fate.
Eli glanced at him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Your injury was the work of this disease-worshipping archbishop. It's said that one of his skills is to turn human bodies into breeding grounds for disease, causing harm and spreading disease through the explosion of human bodies. If it weren't for your sacred relic, the Scales, this time you would probably be in grave danger."
Phil Gray felt a wave of dizziness, as if he were back in that scene of bloodshed.
“Yes, cousin, your palace is now sealed off. Those little red worms that come from the blood inside will burrow into any living person they see. Then the flesh that has been burrowed into will crumble into a puddle, and then more worms will be spawned. Bishop Dominic said we should burn it down, burn the palace down with it, but we need your opinion first.” Patrick said, trembling. He was really scared at the time.
Who knew that in the short time it took to run out and call for his father, his cousin's entire body was pulverized into insects.
It barely managed to maintain a human form.
If Eli hadn't held him back, Ernest would have become food for those insects too.
Fortunately, my cousin's sacred object reacted quickly, seemingly using some method to make a nearby chair take the pain for him.
The chair shattered instantly.
Only then were they able to quickly take their cousin, who had been restored to his original state, away from the palace.
Eli glanced at Patrick, signaling him to stop talking about those scary things.
But Phil Gray asked about the situation again and again.
His eyes turned red, and his expression turned icy cold. "I will never let the disease worship go unpunished. I will make that archbishop die a painful death!"
Whenever he thought of the innocent Barry who died tragically because of him, and who knows what kind of torment he suffered in the disease cult, he wanted to tear the culprit to pieces!
“It’s not your fault, Phil, don’t blame yourself too much.” Eli sighed, but felt his words were so pale and powerless.
“It’s okay, I’ll pull myself together, I will definitely avenge him.” Phil Gray clenched his fists and threw off the thin blanket covering him, but he still felt weak.
There's a feeling of divine power being depleted.
“Oh, right, cousin, your sacred object told us that it would take a huge amount of divine power to reverse your near-death experience, so it will go into a deep sleep for a while. It asked you to say a few words for it in a place called Heart Harbor when you have time, so that its friends don’t think it has disappeared.” Patrick suddenly slapped his forehead and said.
He was very curious at the time that a sacred object could have friends, so wouldn't they all be sacred objects?
"good."
Phil Gray nodded and silently thanked Xiao Tian in his mind.
Then he stood up. "Eli, tell Bishop Dominic that we also declare war on disease worship. I will personally go to the front lines and fight them to the death!"
His Holiness the Pope's eyes were cold and resolute, filled with an indomitable fighting spirit and hatred.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Eli smiled at his boss, knowing that self-blame and sorrow would not defeat him.
He only uses the flesh and soul of the culprit to commemorate the deceased!
“Cousin, we don’t have any divinely descended followers. Should we ask other sects for help?” Patrick was quite worried about this.
Disease worship was originally a cult that Dawn and the alliance of many sects had designated to eliminate, but they were overlooked due to the arrival of the three gods and the sudden declaration of war by the War Dream.
It seems possible that they could request support from other churches for a few of God's demoted followers.
"No need. Other churches are already struggling to cope with war and dreams. If the disease worship only has two God's descended followers, we should be able to handle it."
Although he was only at the level of a deity of destiny, with his other skills and the Death Stone with its infinite divine power, he was confident that he could contend with a god of lower rank.
In addition, he still had a trump card to play. Frank had helped him contact the Skeleton Lord of the Abyss of the Dead, agreeing to help him once in exchange for a day trip to the human world.
It's just right to demote the god used to combat disease worship.
but--
Phil Gray frowned: "What I'm most worried about right now is that those three gods will intervene. Has the god of disease worship—the god of disease, Enni—participated in this event concerning fate? If I make a move against disease worship, will He do something in return?"
The cat, which had been silent all along, suddenly yawned and said, "Don't worry about that. Gods generally don't directly participate in the struggles between believers. If He did participate, then the three gods who protect you would have a reason to take action as well. In that case, they wouldn't be able to stay on the continent of Ver. But it's clear that they must have something important to accomplish when they came here, and they don't want to leave so easily."
"Besides," it licked its paw, looking down on the world, "if a god targets you, I'll take action too."
Patrick stared in disbelief at the darkness.
By the god of fate! My cousin's black cat has actually started talking!
Actually, he thought he had just heard the black cat make a sound, but he thought he was hallucinating. He never expected that the cat could actually talk!
Eli was also somewhat incredulous, even ignoring the arrogant tone of the Night, and unconsciously reached out his hand towards it—
Luckily, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have had a scratch on his hand!
"Don't lay a hand on me! This is blasphemy against the gods!"
The darkness pierced his gaze, his expression one of condescension.
"Gods?"
"Gods?"
The two of them froze on the spot.
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