"Isn't your skill supposed to summon undead through specific items? Some undead in the Abyss of the Dead are actually like me, wanting to come to the human world. Although the God of Death has erased their feelings for the human world, there are always some obsessions engraved in their bones and written in their souls. Especially the higher the level, the more likely they are to retain some unique emotions."
So they still want to go back to the human world to accomplish some things, but most of the other Death's Chosen who can summon the dead summon randomly, mostly low-level or even mindless undead... But you are different. I can contact you from the abyss and provide you with the tokens of these undead, so you can summon them to the human world! And you can't even imagine what they are willing to do to get to the human world!" Frank said excitedly.
Phil Gray nodded. Of course he knew. Hadn't Mr. Frank given up his "freedom" and been easily "controlled" by him?
He had considered this idea before, but since he had hardly met any undead in the Abyss of the Dead, he gave up on the idea. Now that Mr. Frank had brought it up, it couldn't be better.
Thinking of this, he smiled and said, "That makes sense, but what is Mr. Frank trying to gain by doing this? I'm afraid you don't want to act as a free intermediary between me and those undead, do you?"
"Of course, what I want is for me to provide you with the token to summon the dead. Which dead to summon will be decided jointly by you and me. That way, those dead who want to come to the human world will have to contact me first, or at least pay the reward I want," Frank said frankly. He was also confident that Phil Gray would not be able to refuse his proposal.
"Oh, that sounds fine, but I still need to think about it."
"Alright, stop pretending. This deal is all for your benefit, whether it goes through or not is up to you!" Frank said, glancing sideways.
“But Mr. Frank, what if the compensation we want conflicts with yours?” Phil Gray said, “troubled.”
"You get priority! Okay? I'll make you satisfied first!"
“Alright, Mr. Frank, it’s a pleasure doing business with you!” Phil Gray smiled and extended his hand, giving the incorporeal ghost a symbolic handshake.
"By the way, if possible, I hope that among your first batch of clients, there will be some powerful undead, and the reward they give me will be an opportunity to act for me."
Although he brought so many Dawn people to the Church of Fate, he was still not entirely at ease. Having a powerful undead henchman would undoubtedly make him feel safer.
"No problem, summon me again in three days!" Frank patted his chest and assured him.
"good!"
For the rest of the time, Phil Gray told Frank to wander around his Holy Son's courtyard and not to go out again, lest he be caught by the elders again. After all, in this special period, even the Holy Son could not explain why he had a ghost friend.
"By the way, Eli, pack your things properly, we're setting off back to the Church of Destiny tomorrow afternoon."
"What? Pope Dawn agreed? Was it that knight commander who requested it?" Eli recalled the plan he had mentioned earlier.
“Agreed. It was Valker Dodd’s request. I will go to Destiny with Elder Glen and the Knights of the Light to help Destiny eliminate the traitors who colluded with the cult!” Phil Gray turned around, sat down in his chair, and said slyly to him.
"He probably never imagined that the person he personally invited back was the Pope, whom he had once persecuted."
Eli laughed too.
Phil Gray felt a pang of melancholy as he recalled his escape after leaving the Church of Fate.
When he first arrived on the continent of Ver, he knew nothing and knew very little about the gods. Every move he made was full of flaws. It was Wilder's guidance that allowed him to understand the mysterious side of this world and become a chosen one of destiny. Later, he was hunted down by the Church. It was the old woman's sacrifice that allowed him to escape the parish of destiny and embark on a journey of wandering.
Along the way, accompanied by his cousin, he found his father's knight, made close friends, and became a chosen one of death and dawn. Although it was always accompanied by various thrills and challenges, these experiences helped him grow a lot.
He donned the mask, abandoning his comfortable and naive emotions on Earth, becoming a qualified Holy Son, and ultimately, a qualified Pope.
Before leaving, Phil Gray conducted a comprehensive reassessment of his strength. Currently, he was a favored disciple of the God of Destiny, possessing the skills Eye of Destiny, Flying Blade of Destiny, and Wall of Destiny; a favored disciple of the God of Death, possessing the skills Right Hand of the Dead, Undead Companion, and Friend of Death; and a favored disciple of the Prophet of the Day, possessing the skills Burning and Domain of Light. In addition, with the sacred relic Scales of Destiny and the Blazing Sun Sword given by the Pope, he felt that he might be able to try his luck against favored disciples of the Prophecy level. After all, in terms of the number of skills, he was no less than any favored disciple; the only thing he lacked was divine power, but he had the Death Stone to make up for it.
What he currently lacks most is combat experience and is not yet proficient in the coordination between various skills. If there is a suitable opportunity, he would like to gain more experience. However, the continent of Ver has already fallen into chaos, so such opportunities are likely to be plentiful.
Phil Gray sighed.
...
On the afternoon of the second day, everything was ready. With the help of the housekeeper, they also bought many local specialties of Dawn, waiting to bring them to their relatives and friends of the Church of Destiny.
The Radiant Knights squad was already waiting at the entrance of the Holy Son's residence. There were twenty of them in total, sixteen of whom were at the Observational level and four at the Divine Revelation level.
Apart from the Cult of Dawn, no other cult can produce a knight squad with such a configuration.
After all, even the Knight Commander of the Church of Fate is only at the Divine Prophecy level.
“Your Highness, it is an honor to carry out this mission with you. I am Martin Soss, the captain of the Light Knights squad. You can just call me Martin.” The middle-aged man at the head of the group said respectfully. He was tall and carried a heavy sword on his back. His eyes were firm and loyal. He was a chosen one of the divine revelation level.
"Captain Martin, thank you for your hard work."
Seeing the captain's similar temperament to Ernest, Phil Gray couldn't help but feel a bit of goodwill towards him. Although knights should abide by the code of virtue, there is a big difference between perfunctory compliance and heartfelt compliance. After all, hypocritical and disloyal knights like Valk Dodd are not uncommon.
Only someone who has just transmigrated would be so foolish as to be deceived.
Phil Gray vented about his past self, then felt that his current thoughts were too disjointed.
Perhaps it's because I'm about to return to the Church of Destiny that my mind is in a bit of turmoil.
However, he had a vague feeling that he had forgotten something.
The Holy Son's carriage was very spacious. He and Elder Glen sat in the front row, while Eli and Ernest sat in the second row.
Although he really didn't want Valcke to hitch a ride in his luxury car, he still let him sit in the back row to prevent the guy from going back early and causing trouble.
Captain Martin was in charge of driving, while the other members of the Light Knights squad followed behind the Holy Son's vehicle, forming a neat square formation.
"Set off!"
At Martin's command, the Pegasus unfurled their shimmering golden wings in unison.
These white steeds stand tall and proud, their bodies graceful and agile. Their wings are sleek and dazzling, as if they were made of the sun's rays. However, this light is not dazzling; instead, it gives people a comfortable and pleasant feeling.
A moment later, the team flew into the sky in perfect unison.
A gentle breeze caressed his cheeks, and he could almost touch the wisps of smoke and mist. Looking down, he could see the City of Light growing smaller and smaller. Phil Gray felt a sense of wonder.
Looking at the Pegasus galloping ahead, it's as if he's already riding in the sun chariot driven by Apollo in Greek mythology, touring the world.
I never imagined that myths and fantasies on Earth would become reality here.
Eli also crossed his legs and enthusiastically stretched out his hand to feel the cool breeze, but the abundant sunshine still made this Death's Chosen look somewhat listless.
However, Phil Gray kept thinking about what he had forgotten along the way, but he still couldn't remember. What exactly had he forgotten?
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