The Skeleton Lord shook his head. "Is there a water source nearby?"
Phil Gray nodded. “There’s a river. I’ll take you there.”
This lord must be trying to wash off these marks.
"No need, I'll go myself. I'll wander around this area and see what the human world looks like. You probably have other things to take care of, so don't worry about me," the Skeleton Lord said.
“Thank you so much.” Phil Gray bowed slightly to him, expressing his sincere gratitude. He had almost wiped out the main force of the disease cult, and after that, their fate was almost guaranteed to win.
"When you see Lord Wilder next time, just give him my regards. I heard he recently came out of the temple," the Skeleton Lord said meaningfully.
“Okay, definitely.” Phil Gray smiled. He could tell that the lord was only helping him because of Wilder.
Sure enough, even the undead can't resist trying to gain favor with important figures.
After the Skeleton Lord's figure had almost disappeared, Phil Gray began to clean up the mess.
Egnus's bomb not only killed the "Disease Army" present, but also caused a lot of property damage.
Many of the cathedral's buildings were destroyed.
The statue of the god is now only half intact.
Fortunately, due to the control of this group of disease followers, this place became the residence of the Archbishop of Disease, and since no believers of fate were here, their casualties were avoided.
“Your Holiness, thank you!” The girl bowed respectfully to Phil Gray, then introduced herself, “My name is Yuna O’Casey, you can just call me Yuna.”
Phil Gray then remembered the existence of this young girl. "You're a prominent Blessed One? Why aren't you working for the Holy See?"
She is so young and outstanding, with decent combat skills, that she is qualified to serve as a bishop or a knight commander, but he has never seen her on the list of personnel.
“Yes, Your Majesty, I am a native of Gaza. I studied at a church college in the city before, but I really disliked the people in the Gaza City church, so I went out to travel. This time, I heard about Your Majesty’s divine descent ceremony and rushed back. I never expected that as soon as I returned to my hometown, it…” Yuna’s voice was filled with sadness.
"Do you know where the bishop of Gaza City has gone?"
“I know, he’s a mole of the disease cult, not someone who’s chosen by our fate! During this time, he’s been keeping an eye on our own people, and he’s been giving the selection of test subjects to Egnus!” Yuna said angrily.
Phil Gray frowned. It seemed this undercover agent also had the means to impersonate a chosen one.
“These scourges aren’t all of them; there are also some of our chosen ones guarding us. Let’s go and take care of them!” Yuna said impatiently.
"good."
Phil Gray nodded, and after dealing with the remaining sick and wounded, he told the city's residents to rest for a while before starting the reconstruction of the cathedral.
Just then, he heard footsteps approaching them.
“Eli?” Phil Gray saw his partner rushing over.
“I heard a huge explosion and thought something might have happened in the city, so I came to find you. Luckily, you're alright.” Eli looked at the marks on the ground and clicked his tongue in amazement. “How many people died…?”
The sight of blood, flesh, and limbs scattered all over the ground made him feel nauseous.
“Don’t worry, they’re all disease worshippers. That archbishop is dead too.” Phil Gray patted him on the shoulder.
"Dead?"
"Yes, that commotion was made before he died. I asked a skeleton lord from the Abyss for help."
Eli was relieved. "By the way, the Night just followed you. Did you see Him?"
“No.” Phil Gray shook his head, but that was a god; he probably wouldn’t encounter any danger.
He guessed that they might have gone into town looking for something to eat.
Who is this?
"Oh, hello, I'm Yuna."
"Hello, I'm Eli." Eli was completely powerless against the cute little girl and shook her hand with a smile.
“This way. The Knights of Gaza and the priests are locked in the dungeon. The rest of the people are forbidden from going out. Otherwise, if they are seen by the sick, they will be tortured to death. That’s why the commotion just now didn’t attract anyone.” Yuna carried a lantern and led them to the dungeon of Gaza City.
"who?"
"Someone's there!"
The sick servants guarding the dungeon were already on edge due to the commotion outside, and they rushed forward immediately upon sensing someone's arrival.
Yuna's divine power had recovered considerably. She drew her bow and fired at them, explaining to His Holiness the Pope behind her, "They only have five followers: three at the Observer level and two at the Blessing level."
Phil Gray nodded to indicate that he understood, and with a few swift movements, he subdued all the guards with his Blazing Sun Sword.
Eli didn't even have time to make a move.
He muttered something under his breath, but Phil Gray didn't hear it.
The moment one of the prominent figures saw His Holiness the Pope, his pupils dilated and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Yuna pointed at him coldly and said, "It's this guy. He served as a bishop in Gaza for five years, but he's not a believer in fate at all! I wonder what tricks he used!"
"An undercover agent who worships disease?" Phil Gray dealt with the others first, then came to the undercover agent. Too lazy to interrogate him, he directly used "Eye of Fate".
He saw this guy planted in Gaza City by the disease cult, replacing a high priest, and then after three years of infiltration, he became the bishop of Gaza City.
This guy doesn't have any magical abilities. For five whole years, he hasn't used the power of destiny, and yet no one has noticed!
The leader of the Gaza Knights, obsessed with corruption, didn't notice his partner at all. The bishop of Gaza had never used the power of fate, and none of the many chosen ones of fate had ever wondered about it, simply assuming that the bishop had some hidden divine power.
Phil Gray took a deep breath to calm his anger and slit the man's throat.
“It’s time for the Church of Fate to establish a regular assessment system,” Phil Gray said in a deep voice.
"Huh?" Eli asked, puzzled.
"Although the establishment of the Court of Fate has exposed many corrupt officials, these all rely on public whistleblowing. However, some deeply hidden individuals, like this disease-worshipping mole, are very difficult to expose. In the 43 cities of Fate, who knows how many more sectarian moles are still at large!"
“That makes sense. So you plan to have the bishops and grandmasters of these cities undergo regular assessments? I remember they used to report to headquarters every year.” Eli had been accompanying his boss on matters of the Vatican these past few days and was quite familiar with the situation.
"Self-reporting is not valid. I discovered this deficiency long ago. The Vatican, considering that the long journey to headquarters might delay their daily work, has not summoned them for many years. As a result, it has become a loophole for their slackness and even rebellion."
In addition to regular assessments, I also plan to establish a special organization to oversee all high-ranking clergy and to adjudicate their violations of doctrine. Furthermore, the North City Tribunal will be changed from temporary to permanent! Phil Gray said firmly.
"Great!" Eli gave a thumbs up.
Just as they were talking, Yuna had already released the imprisoned clergy of Gaza City. When they learned that His Holiness the Pope had come to rescue them in person, they all knelt down and kowtowed, weeping.
"Your Majesty, we are incompetent and have failed your trust," the vice-commander of the Gaza Knights said guiltily.
"It's alright, he's much better than your former leader and the city lord who colluded with the disease-worshipping faction, and the bishop who was an undercover agent," Phil Gray said sarcastically.
He never imagined that Gaza would be so corrupt.
He saw the knights and several regional bishops present, sighed, and turned his gaze to Yuna. "Yuna, I hereby appoint you as the bishop of Gaza City, in charge of the subsequent work in Gaza City. Are you willing?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yuna did not refuse. Under such circumstances, it was her responsibility as a believer to contribute to the Church of Destiny.
“Alright, I’ll leave this to you. I still need to go to Pingtie City and discuss the counterattack against the disease worship with the Knight Commander.” Phil Gray nodded in satisfaction.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, I will lead everyone to rebuild the church and Gaza City!" Yuna patted her chest and solemnly promised.
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