The festivities and cheers of the living have no further connection with the dead.
Valcke Dodd's severed head breathed its last in resentment.
His soul drifted out of his body, his eyes still fixed on Phil Gray with resentment. He desperately wanted to tear this favorite of the gods to shreds, but the guiding beam of the Kingdom of Life had already enveloped his soul. If he left this beam, he would be considered to have given up his chance to be reborn in the Wheel of Fate and would only be a wandering ghost in the mortal world, possibly to disappear at any moment.
So he gritted his teeth and fiercely vowed to take revenge in his next life.
However, just as he was about to fly into the Kingdom of Life, a large black hand appeared from mid-air, grabbed him, and forcibly pulled him out of the guiding beam of the Kingdom of Life.
Immediately afterwards, a dark and ancient door suddenly opened, and the black hand threw him inside. In the blink of an eye, the door closed tightly again.
This is the gate to the abyss of the dead.
Valcke Dodd was dumbfounded!
He cautiously surveyed the utterly dark abyss, the cold and thick aura of death sending a shiver down his spine.
He could barely contain his fear, looking around in despair, "Who is it? Who is it?!"
His question lacked any confidence; he knew that the person who had snatched him away from the guiding beam of the Kingdom of Life was no ordinary person!
"Hehe, it's me. Do you remember me?"
A black throne suddenly appeared in mid-air, surrounded by eerie blue flames that illuminated the pale yet handsome face of the person seated there.
He crossed his legs casually, wearing a long cloak made of black feathers, with a dangerous smile in his eyes, and gently toying with a mask in his hand.
"Who are you, sir? I really don't remember. Please spare me and let me go to the Wheel of Life!" Valk Dodd pleaded hastily.
"Now? Think about it again."
The person on the throne covered his face with a mask, then stepped onto a non-existent staircase in the air and walked step by step to stand before Valk Dodd.
As he drew closer to Valk Dodd, the knight commander's heart nearly leaped out of his chest.
"You, you are the knight by Phil Gray's side!"
Valker Dodd's eyes widened as he remembered the person who had protected Phil Gray at the last moment. He never imagined that the person he had so easily killed would be a big shot in the Abyss of the Dead.
He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed frantically.
"Please, I only wanted to capture our Pope, I didn't mean to..."
Before he could finish speaking, the person opposite him chuckled softly, "I don't want to hear your explanation. I'm just saying, I really remember you. It's your honor."
Wilder raised his right hand and waved it lightly at Valcke Dodd, and the knight commander was transformed into a skull the size of a thumb.
He smiled, picked up the skull, and walked step by step to the throne, embedding it in the armrest.
Satisfied, he said:
"That's really good."
...
Because Phil Gray had too many things to deal with, the descent of the gods had to end hastily, but the shock and impact it had on the world were profound and lasting.
On this extraordinary day of divine intervention, the believers of the Church of Destiny witnessed a struggle between the Pope of Destiny and the traitors, the miracle of the altar being restored to its original state, and His Holiness the Pope's power and determination.
After the ceremony, the believers of fate dispersed with awe and excitement, knowing that today's events would be recorded in history. In the official record of the Church of Fate, the "Chronicle of Fate," this passage would be written: "At the call of fate, Pope Phil Grey returned with a sharp blade, allowing the traitors to cleanse their sins with blood and souls. He not only dispelled the gloom that shrouded the Church, but also caused the gods to lower their eyes and bestow miracles. With his own power, he rebuilt the believers' faith in the God of Fate."
The group returned to the Pope's palace. Phil Gray was filled with emotion. He recalled the scene here a year ago. The tables and chairs were still the same, and even the servants on duty were still Kane and Milu. But everything was different now.
He truly became the Pope of the Church of Destiny.
He let the others of fate go out for a while, but he kept Elder Glen alone.
He said to Elder Glen, who had been silent for a long time, "Elder Glen, I am very grateful for Dawn's help to me before. Now I formally apologize to you. I concealed my identity as both the chosen one of the God of Fate and the chosen one of Death."
"Also, it is true that I took that elder's right hand. I bought his body from a Death God's Chosen at a low-level trade fair. I didn't know he was actually an elder of Dawn. I have deceived you so much, but my heart for Dawn has never changed. It is my second home on this continent of Ver, and no matter what fate brings, Dawn will always be my partner."
He hoped that at least the dawn wouldn't hate fate or see him as an enemy because of this.
"You're overthinking it. Your status as the Son of Dawn will never change. The mark of the Day Prophet won't disappear just because you're a chosen one of the God of Destiny. Therefore, we won't deny your status as the Son of Dawn just because you're the Pope of Destiny. I think if His Holiness the Pope knew your true situation, he would only regret not relinquishing the papacy sooner. After all, in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Ver Continent, no one has ever been favored by so many gods. And now that you've been kept by the Church of Destiny, how much regret the Dawn must feel!"
Elder Glen's gaze fell on Phil Gray, as kind as ever, without the anger he had imagined caused by the deception.
"As for that elder, the Blazing Sun Sword is now in your hands, which I think means he doesn't mind."
“Thank you, Elder Glen. Once I have finished dealing with the matters of the Church of Destiny, I will return to Dawn to visit you.” Phil Gray smiled with relief, finally feeling a weight lifted from his heart.
"Of course we're coming back. Isn't your pet cat still at Dawn?"
Elder Gelan smiled.
"Yes." He wondered how the cat, who seemed to have some connection with the Child of Night, was doing. If he wasn't mistaken, the fragment of the Night Kingdom must have gone to find the cat.
And then, something occurred to him, “Elder, I heard that Dawn and other churches have formed an alliance?”
“Yes, we’ve been gone for almost a month. According to news from the Vatican, the Church of War and the Church of Dreams have already established their first battlefront in Yachisde City. This city is located in the southernmost part of our church, bordering the Dreams. Currently, the Knights of Dawn, the Church of Eternity, and the Church of Life have already gone there.” Elder Gran’s expression turned serious.
“Fate will send its own people,” Phil Gray said. Although he didn’t know how much power the Holy See had left, they couldn’t be absent.
"Very well." Elder Glen nodded with satisfaction. "In that case, I will not delay you any longer in dealing with matters of destiny. Farewell, Your Majesty Phil Grey!"
It's time for him to go back and report to His Holiness the Pope of Dawn. He just doesn't know if the old man will be so angry that he vomits blood if he "loses" another holy son during this trip.
"Elders, let me see you off."
"No need." Elder Ge Lan turned around and strode away, only turning back just as his figure was about to disappear to say, "Your Highness, Dawn will always be your support. Please take good care of yourself."
A warm feeling washed over Phil Gray, and he nodded sharply at the empty palace.
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