Elder Ge Lan frowned as expected. His right hand?
When the body of Elder Dawn was recovered, his right hand was missing. Vincent explained that it was done by George and Jeff and his group from the Church of the Dead.
At the time, he believed it and had no doubts, but upon reflection, it was indeed around that time that he discovered Phil Gray.
but……
Divine power can be faked, but a divine mark can never be faked. The divine mark on Phil Gray's wrist is real and there is absolutely no possibility of it being forged!
He did not believe that a forged divine mark could escape the detection of several deities who had been demoted!
There must be some hidden story behind this. His heart was churning with emotion, but he knew that now was not the time to delve into it. The majesty of the dawn could not be challenged!
"Absurd!" Elder Glen's voice was like thunder, his eyes sharp as knives, staring directly at Valk Dodd. "Are you questioning whether we old guys who have fallen from godhood can't even distinguish our own holy sons?" Instantly, the aura of a fallen godhood pressed down on the other party like a mountain.
If it weren't for Phil Gray's desire for personal revenge, he would have silenced this guy long ago!
Valker Dodd gritted his teeth and groaned, but he still wouldn't let it go. "Fine, fine, you Dawn deliberately protected him, so I won't say anything more. Phil Gray, now that you are the Holy Son of Dawn, you have already betrayed the God of Fate. What makes you think you can still be the Pope of my Church of Fate? Do you want to lead all of us believers of Fate to worship the Dawn's Day Prophet?"
"Since you are not our Pope, but the Holy Son of Dawn, what right do you have to interfere in the affairs of our destiny?"
This is also what many believers think. Although they admire this young and charismatic pope, his identity as the Son of Dawn has already proven that he has been a believer of other gods in the past. How can the pope of the Church of Destiny believe in other gods?
For a moment, the believers in destiny in the square all cast complicated glances at him.
Those on Dawn's side naturally assumed that once the Holy Son had dealt with his past and taken revenge, he would naturally relinquish the position of Pope of Destiny and focus on being their Holy Son. After all, Dawn's strength and ranking were the best on the continent of Ver, and becoming the Pope of Dawn in the future would be such an honor. What was there to miss about a declining church here?
Phil Gray's gaze was calm and resolute. He knew that without revealing his identity as a polytheist, he could not persuade these believers in destiny.
Preparations were made before he returned.
"Although I am the Holy Son of the Dawn and the chosen one of the Prophets of the Day, I am also the Pope of the Church of Destiny and the chosen one of the God of Destiny. These are beyond question!"
As he spoke, he first extended his pair of golden wings of light, the flowing divine power of dawn proving his identity as the Holy Son of Dawn. He smiled contemptuously, and the Flying Blade of Destiny flew from his fingertips toward Valk Dodd.
To everyone's stunned gaze, the flying blades pierced through the knight commander's armor, leaving the unprepared opponents in a sorry state!
As if blessed by bad luck, the other party suffered another fall, with their head making intimate contact with the ground.
It doesn't cause much damage, but it's extremely insulting!
At this moment, Phil Gray stretched out his two long, fair hands and waved them in front of everyone, "Look carefully, I'm not wearing any gloves!"
The chosen ones present were dumbfounded. The chosen ones of fate could certainly feel the strong aura of destiny emanating from His Holiness the Pope, which was at least at the level of being noticed. The chosen ones of dawn also felt the dawn divine power that originated from the same source as them, which was warm and dazzling.
How is that possible?
How could the same person become a follower of two gods, and how could he be favored by two gods at the same time?
Although many ordinary people who were unaware of the divine favored had been dispersed during the previous fighting, some fearless individuals still came to witness the "miracles" displayed by the high-ranking officials of the Papacy. Now, seeing the Pope grow divine wings and shine like a god, they all knelt down and kowtowed, praying for divine blessings.
“No, you must have used some means. Gloves don’t necessarily have to be worn on the hands, or you used some kind of disguised holy relic!” Valck Dodd got up, shaking his head vigorously, and said incredulously.
"Oh, right, speaking of sacred objects, perhaps it can serve as another testimony for me!"
Phil Gray whispered, "The scales of fate!"
Xiao Tian was chatting enthusiastically with his "online friends" inside the crystal ball when he was suddenly summoned to his true form. He was a little dazed for a moment, but when he smelled the familiar aura of destiny, he cheerfully said, "Master, have you returned to the Church of Destiny?"
"Okay! Introduce me to them!"
Phil Gray touched the scales in his hand, showing everyone the sacred object of the gods.
Although it's said that one shouldn't flaunt their wealth, it's still necessary to show off one's strength when necessary. After hiding for so long, it's good for one's mental and physical health to put on a show occasionally!
"Of course." Xiao Tian was a typical social bull, and seeing so many people in the square made him so happy he was practically flying! He really did fly up, forming a huge phantom of the scales of fate, complete with background music featuring the characteristics of fate—the sound of the flowing water of the River of Fate.
The power of fate enveloped the entire square, allowing Phil Gray to fully witness that Xiao Tian had indeed recovered considerably during this period.
A youthful voice, tinged with authority, declared: "This scale is the most beloved sacred object of the God of Fate, Ansel. It is the most impartial judge, the most precise measurer. The gods have bestowed upon me the power to judge justly and reverse fate. In the long river of destiny, I am the most brilliant star. I have witnessed countless changes in fate and created countless miracles of destiny..."
Little Libra got more and more engrossed in his talk, leaving Phil Gray somewhat speechless. He had asked Little Libra to introduce himself as his owner, not to boast about himself!
"Cough cough!"
Phil Gray coughed, and the Scales Spirit instantly understood, snapping out of its self-absorption and flying behind its master.
"And my current master, Phil Gray, is the most favored one of the God of Fate, His agent on earth, bearing the will and power of fate. His becoming the Pope of Fate is the choice of fate, the will of the gods!"
As Xiao Tian spoke passionately, all the devout believers of destiny knelt down, their eyes filled with reverence as they looked at His Holiness the Pope.
At this moment, how could they dare to doubt it!
However, the group led by Chenxi displayed complex expressions. Was this the agent of the god of fate?
But he is clearly their holy son!
What... what are they going to do? Are they going to try and take people from the Church of Destiny?
Elder Glen never expected that Phil Gray could become the chosen one of two gods at the same time, something that had never happened before in the history of the continent of Vil!
Even the most exceptionally talented person could not be chosen by two gods!
This is absolutely something that could turn the entire continent upside down!
His gaze toward Phil Gray also became somewhat fervent. Someone who was favored by two gods, became the Pope at such a young age, and obtained a powerful holy relic was truly enviable!
Even an elder of god-level status couldn't help but lament the injustice of the gods, wondering why some people never received their favor throughout their lives, while others were chased and fed by the gods.
All the chosen ones present, regardless of their sect, looked at Phil Gray with admiration and envy.
Valcke Dodd's face was contorted with jealousy; he had nowhere left to retreat, he was a loser.
But he didn't think he had lost to such a young upstart. It was the gods, the gods were playing tricks on him!
"Ah! Ansel, how unjust you are! By what right! By what right!" Valk Dodd was nearly insane. His eyes were bloodshot as he charged toward Phil Gray, throwing the Spear of Destiny with all his might, trying to kill the man who had driven him mad.
Phil Gray dodged the attack with a swift movement. Ernest tried to help, but Gray refused, wanting to avenge himself! Wendell died too young, leaving him no taste of revenge!
It would be a good opportunity to test his skills. Although Valk Dodd was at the level of a god, he was already injured, and he was confident that he could defeat him.
He took out the Blazing Sun Sword from the Death Stone, recalled the swordsmanship Ernest had taught him, and thrust it towards Valcke Dodd.
However, his plan backfired.
He didn't want assistance, but a figure joined his battle without warning, binding Valk Dodd tightly with a rope formed entirely of the power of fate, leaving Valk Dodd with no way to dodge. The Blazing Sun Sword pierced directly into his chest.
"How about it, cousin? Hehe, am I much better now? It's true that timing is everything!"
The familiar laughter surprised him greatly, and the man had a handsome face that looked remarkably like his own!
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