Did Phil Gray go find something to eat?
No, he just found a secluded place to avoid being discovered by them of the death aura emanating from his body when he broke through. Eli is fine; even if he really becomes a chosen one of the Grim Reaper, no one will say anything. But if the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult becomes a chosen one of the Grim Reaper, that would be a big problem!
I just tried to cover it up with the power of dawn, but now I can't suppress it anymore.
As he dispersed the power of the dawn, he saw that the skin on his palms had turned even paler. Could it be that the highest level of cultivation for a Death God's chosen one is to become a complete undead?
Phil Gray suddenly realized.
Recalling the whisper of the god of death in his ear, he learned that the skill the god of death had bestowed upon him was called "Friend of Death."
This is an aura-like skill that lasts for an hour after being cast. It basically makes undead within a certain range continuously develop a favorable impression of him and unconsciously move closer to him!
What... what's the use of this skill? Phil Gray couldn't think of it for a moment, since the chances of encountering undead are generally very small, except in the Abyss of the Dead.
He didn't want to go to the abyss so soon.
But then he felt the power of light surge into his body, dispelling the deathly aura, and finally returning to calm along with the other divine powers.
"Both proverbs were truly fulfilled simultaneously!"
He was pleasantly surprised, since his role in this crisis was merely to help purify the undead; Eli was the main force.
"The sun's rays can dispel all darkness and filth; may your light always be with you."
The old man's voice was exceptionally kind, making one feel as if they were taking a warm sunbath on a winter's day.
Phil Gray hadn't even had a chance to properly feel the warmth of the divine presence when his expression turned strange.
Because the skill the White Prophet bestowed upon him this time was called "Field of Light". After the skill was released, undead creatures within a certain range around him would be continuously weakened and damaged for an hour. Undead creatures lower than his level would even be completely annihilated!
Are these two deities secretly competing?
Phil Gray's lips twitched slightly, then he suddenly realized that this proverb was just like a pre-programmed system program; it wasn't that intelligent, it was just a coincidence.
However, if these two skills are used together, wouldn't the surrounding undead be like moths to a flame?
Even knowing that being around him would mean certain death, one still couldn't help but gravitate towards him; he himself was like an inescapable poppy...
Wait a minute, Phil Gray felt his imagination was getting more and more outrageous. He shook his head and smiled as he once again felt the abundant divine power within his body.
The two divine beings, being favored by the gods, possessed twice the divine power of other beings of the same level!
He exhaled and saw the sunlight refracting through the tin roof, which lifted his gloomy mood.
...
Numas Cathedral at Dawn.
The two elders sat in the seats of honor, with Maurice beside them, while the rest of the people sat below, listening quietly to their discussion.
Elder Aub, his face grave, said sternly:
"The Pope is already aware of what's happening here. The perpetrators and believers in disease worship have committed such an act, which is an outrage against both God and man. The Pope has conveyed his message: our church will issue a call to action tomorrow, urging all churches to join the campaign to eradicate these cults. Starting soon, our church will attack the areas of these two religions and completely expel their believers."
Regardless of the gods' nature, they will not find refuge in the mortal realm. Even if faith can revive them, as long as my Dawn Cult remains on this continent of Ver, there will be no place for plague-controllers and disease worshippers!
He crushed the teacup in his hand.
Elder Wilbur of Life nodded. “It’s time to eradicate these harmful religions. Although there is freedom of religion, it is intolerable for our church to harm the lives of others in the name of faith. If possible, our Church of Life suggests adding the Blood Calamity sect to the list. They almost caused a disaster last time. In short, our Church of Life is willing to join this operation.”
Phil Gray knew he was referring to the incident in Durr, where these religions were indeed unnecessary.
He remembered the little boy he had seen when he passed through the area where people were infected. Although war brings pain, it will allow more new lives to enjoy healthy living in the future.
"If possible, your church could send someone to the City of Light to discuss this operation in detail. Once the war begins, there will be no shortage of forces trying to take advantage of the chaos, so we must be fully prepared," Aubrey sneered.
“Of course, I will convey that to His Holiness the Pope later,” Wilbur said with a smile, then sighed. “Let’s try to minimize the casualties.”
After their discussion concluded, Wilbur took his leave.
Aubrey turned his gaze to Phil Gray: "Your Highness, if you have no other plans here, let's set off as soon as possible."
After saying that, he stood up and walked straight out the door, as if he was about to leave immediately.
Phil Gray swallowed the "hmm" back down. Did this Aubrey not like him?
“This old man doesn’t seem as friendly as other old men!” Eli said.
“I don’t know either, but I don’t think every elder welcomes a new Holy Son,” Phil Gray said noncommittally.
He ignored all of that and instead looked at Eli, "Aren't you going to explain yourself? Hmm? A follower of Death?"
Eli shook his head. "We'll talk about it when we get to the City of Light. That old man is almost gone! Let's hurry and catch up!"
Phil Gray had no choice but to exchange a glance with Ernest before running out of the church.
His holy chariot was already parked at the intersection. Miss Melody was chatting and laughing with Aubrey. The elder had a kind smile on his face, but it disappeared the moment he saw Phil Gray emerge.
Phil Gray found this completely baffling.
I didn't offend him, did I?
Once aboard the carriage, heading towards the City of Light, the rapidly passing scenery made Phil Gray feel somewhat melancholy. He wondered what he would encounter after becoming the Son of Dawn.
And with the impending war, how will the peace and stability of the world of Vil, which has been maintained for hundreds of years, change because of this purge against those who control plague and worship disease?
He quietly looked out the window through the curtains. In any case, they had already flowed into a deeper and more distant valley with the river of fate.
But the gods will protect them, just as they always have.
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