This time, Jasmine did not hesitate and began to sing a familiar nursery rhyme for the dead. Then, her mother's figure slowly appeared, and soon after, another male spirit also appeared.
Jasmine seemed to have exhausted a great deal of divine power; her face was very pale. She threw herself into her mother's arms and then told them about her sorrow.
The archbishop granted their request to leave the cathedral temporarily, perhaps because the saint's summoning of the dead was not only for a contest, but also to gain some comfort.
"The next candidate—Eli."
Eli went up on stage. This time, he was so perfunctory that he didn't even prepare any offerings. However, surprisingly, perhaps the two consecutive days of summoning had made him more proficient in dealing with "visitors from the abyss," because this time he actually summoned a remarkable little boy ghost.
The little boy looked innocently at his summoner: "My dear summoner, is there anything I can help you with?"
It turns out it's a spirit that's still conscious and able to communicate with humans!
Eli was overjoyed. "I'm having a contest to summon the undead now. Just stay by my side and wait until the summoning time is up."
“Okay, Master, are you competing to summon the dead? Then I can call some of my friends for you!” the little ghost boy said cheerfully.
"Oh, that's wonderful!"
Before long, the little boy somehow summoned seven or eight ghosts who looked like children. Some were of the "Attention" level, and some were of the "Blessing" level. They stood in a very formal line, as if they were ready to obey the summoner's orders at any time.
Eli was so happy that he suddenly regretted not having prepared offerings for the day.
Phil Gray tossed him a few gold coins, saying, "Take them to buy some food after this is over."
"Thank you, boss!" Eli took it and then stepped down from the altar.
The little ghosts shouted in unison, "Thank you, boss!"
Eli's abilities come from his sister; perhaps that cute little girl really can only summon these friendly little guys.
The archbishop then announced the next candidate to step forward. Rodney straightened his collar and walked up. His leg injury from yesterday seemed to have healed; he walked steadily today, and there was no sign of it.
Could he be behind Marshall and Jaslin's affair?
Phil Gray stared at his face, trying to discern something.
Rodney pulled out his dagger again and this time plunged it directly into his own chest!
The believers present gasped in shock, thinking the bishop was about to commit suicide.
Soon, blood stained his clothes, and Rodney's face contorted with madness as he continued to chant strange, rhythmic prayers.
Elder Sid frowned, and Yilai Zhe's ancestor, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.
Blood gathered on the altar to form a strange symbol. As Rodney's voice grew louder, the blood seemed to multiply out of thin air, slowly covering the entire altar.
Suddenly, a huge red claw appeared on the altar, followed by its body, with red veins exposed, like a human being that had been skinned. It was ten meters long and lay prostrate on the ground. Fortunately, the altar was large enough.
Upon seeing the unknown undead successfully summoned, Rodney grinned and began to laugh heartily, his eyes bloodshot almost covering his eyeballs.
Phil Gray felt that there seemed to be something wrong with his mind, perhaps he had been corrupted by the gods of the Abyss?
But the elders don't seem to have noticed anything unusual. Should I inform them after this is over?
The archbishop examined the red undead for a while, but still couldn't identify its type. He simply said, "An unknown undead that has been demoted by a god."
Rodney was stunned for a moment: "Impossible? How could only a god be demoted!"
The archbishop assessed the undead's level: "That's right, it is indeed a god descended from heaven. You are already very powerful, there's no need to rush."
However, the archbishop's words of comfort seemed to have no effect; Rodney's breathing became rapid. "How could only God be demoted? Impossible!"
He clutched his chest in anguish, blood still dripping from his chest.
The red undead began licking the blood on the altar after it appeared, then looked at Rodney with greedy eyes.
Rodney uttered a strange syllable, and the undead stopped moving, seemingly forced to obey his command.
The archbishop glanced at him. "Alright, you can go now. My senses are correct. Although this undead is very strong, it still hasn't surpassed the level of a god descended to earth."
The descent of gods and the path of gods seem to be separated by an insurmountable chasm, not so easy to cross, and the abyss also does not have that many undead of the god-level.
After all, humans who reach the divine level have the opportunity to ascend to the divine realm and serve by the side of the gods.
However, he seemed to have overlooked the fact that this undead might not have come from the abyss.
However, only a few people knew about the existence of the gods of the Abyss.
Rodney could only hang his head and cover his wound as he walked down from the altar.
“Next, Ilya, but you can skip this, can’t you?” the archbishop asked.
“Yes, the spirit I summoned is my ancestor,” Yi Lai Zhe said, pointing to his ancestor.
His ancestors nodded politely to the elders.
“Alright, then we have the last candidate!” Archbishop smiled at Phil Gray.
Phil Gray walked up to the altar, carrying a broken bowl in his hand, which puzzled the believers present.
What kind of undead can this candidate summon?
“Niccol, my undead companion—”
Phil Gray said in a low voice, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar to those who heard it.
Nicol? He's trying to summon a ghost named Nicol?
Why does it seem like it shares the same name as one of their historical popes?
The gate to the abyss reappeared on the altar, but it soon disappeared again, as no undead emerged from it.
"What's going on?" Phil Gray frowned. After restoring all his divine power using the Death Stone, he began to summon again.
But this time, not even the gates to the abyss appeared.
Has Pope Nicol truly vanished? Does he no longer exist in the abyss?
Phil Gray was somewhat disappointed. Or was it that the broken bowl given by the skeleton elder was just an ordinary broken bowl, and had nothing to do with Pope Nicole? That was why he couldn't summon him?
He held his breath and tried again, but Pope Nicol still did not appear.
The believers would hold their breath and tense up every time he conjured a summoning circle, but after three times in a row he failed to summon anything, which made them somewhat disappointed.
What is this candidate trying to summon today? Or is there no more god-degraded undead available for him to summon? He might as well just give up; he's made them wait so many times for nothing.
Phil Gray withdrew his movements, placed the broken bowl aside, and stopped trying to summon Nicole.
His mind raced as he considered how to continue the summoning. To defeat the ancestors summoned by Ilje and the red monster summoned by Rodney, he had to summon undead of divine or even higher levels!
But he didn't recognize those undead of that level at all, nor had he made any token agreement with them. How could he possibly summon them? It was a real headache!
Seeing that the candidate for Milus was standing motionless on the altar, the believers thought that he might not be able to be summoned after all, so they stopped staring at the altar and began to whisper about other things.
A hint of smugness flashed in Rodney's eyes. Marshall was dead, and Jaslin could only summon the spirits of her two relatives. Now that Miru couldn't summon anything either, even though he wasn't as good as Ileizer, he should be able to get second place, which meant he was one step closer to the papacy.
As for Yilai Zhe, once his ancestor is gone, I will deal with him directly and send him to the abyss. As for his reward, I'll just consider the papacy as my gift.
The archbishop raised an eyebrow: "Miru candidate, do you still want to continue the summoning, or are you going to give up this summoning?"
Phil Gray shook his head. "No, wait, I'll try again."
His gaze fell on the Death Stone on his wrist. What would happen if he tried to summon Wilder?
Summon the Death Knight, who is incredibly mysterious in the eyes of the undead?
Actually, he had considered summoning this person before, but he had many concerns.
For example, his skill is "Undead Companion," which can only summon undead creatures from the abyss, but he is not sure if Wilde is an undead.
Because Wilder's level is very high, what if he was once human and then ascended to the Abyss at the God level, instead of becoming an undead after death?
Can his skill really summon a chosen one of the gods?
Furthermore, when he summons a god-level undead, all his divine power is drained. If it weren't for the Death Stone replenishing his power in time, he would have died from exhaustion.
Now, if he summons a god-giver or undead of at least godhood level, will he have enough time to replenish his divine power?
He shouldn't die from overdrawing his divine power before he can replenish it; he doesn't want to go to the abyss so soon.
He hesitated for a moment, but quickly made up his mind. He had to get the same high score in this round to secure the position of Pope of the Church of the Dead!
Hopefully his summons will be successful.
Phil Gray's gaze hardened as he removed the Deathly Hallows from his hand, a gesture that drew the attention of the followers who had initially held little hope.
Divine power condensed in his palm, and a black summoning circle appeared. The Deathly Relic was surrounded by the circle, and Phil Gray whispered, "My undead companion—Wild!"
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