Unexpectedly, he still recognized his identity.
“Yes, I couldn’t hide it from you after all. But I don’t understand why you would be willing to let me, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, be your Holy Son?” Phil Gray asked, puzzled.
Glenn smiled kindly, "Because you are indeed the chosen son of the Prophet of the Day, it's that simple."
Phil Gray didn't know how to answer.
“Am I, the Church of Dawn, inferior to the Church of Destiny? I heard that you ascended to the papacy four years ago as an ordinary person. Not everyone within the Church of Destiny obeys you, and your church has not provided you with the resources that a chosen one deserves, has it? But here at Dawn, you will receive far more than you could ever want.” Gran’s face was filled with confidence in the Church of Dawn, displaying the charisma of a great elder.
Phil Gray was starting to get interested; it seemed like there really wasn't any downside to it.
Moreover, he won't be returning to the Church of Destiny for at least five years, so it shouldn't have much of an impact. However, he still needs to keep his identity a secret, especially the fact that he is a chosen one of multiple gods.
Thinking of this, he looked at Glen with his icy blue eyes, "I can become your Holy Son, but not as Phil Gray, but as Kane."
Glen nodded and smiled. "Of course you can. Fate is fate, and dawn is dawn. But I hope you can truly see yourself as a part of dawn."
"Of course, by the way, I heard that the headquarters of the Dawn Cult is in the Eastern Continent?"
Phil Gray asked.
“Yes, the major churches in the Eastern Continent include the Dream God Cult, the Dawn God Cult, and the Church of the Dead. After this is over, I will have to take you back to the Eastern Continent to report to the Pope and hold a priesthood ceremony for you,” Gran said.
Go to the Eastern Continent? Phil Gray wondered if it was the same as the Western Continent, or if there would be people with Eastern faces like those on Earth. Suddenly, his heart was filled with anticipation.
After exchanging ideas, Phil Gray learned that there were still many temples abandoned by the Church of Destiny in the Eastern Continent, and that Ansel had even visited some of them.
There might be a gift from the gods inside!
My mood improved significantly.
The train kept moving day and night. When it passed through the area where people were infected, they got off the train and had to take another train.
The moment his feet touched the ground, Phil Gray witnessed a scene he would never forget.
The streets were gray and gloomy, and the air was filled with fog of various colors. They quickly held their breath.
The pedestrians on the street all looked sickly; some had festering sores on their faces, and others were coughing hysterically.
With almost every step, several people lay on the ground in pain.
Even a seven or eight-year-old boy looked listless and lethargic.
"Is this the area controlled by the plague?" Patrick asked gruffly, pinching his nose.
“Yes, the plague creators are divided into two factions. One faction goes around creating plagues for others as sacrifices to the gods. They usually wander around. The other faction is keen on infecting themselves with the plague, believing that this is the best way to pay homage to the plague god Bita. So there isn’t a single healthy person in this area,” Glenn said, frowning.
“It’s horrible, I really can’t understand their thinking.” Patrick made a speechless expression.
The two elders' auras were so powerful that even the mist in the air would consciously detour around them.
"They live here, constantly suffering from plagues. Ordinary plagues have no effect on them, so they have started to constantly seek out and create more deadly plagues. So ordinary people really can't just step into this area, otherwise they might die in a few minutes." The Elder of Life's staff emitted a green light, shining on them and making their discomfort subside.
This was their own choice, and they, as outsiders, had no right to interfere. Phil Gray sighed and quickened his pace.
Once again, I boarded the train, this one originating from the area affected by the pandemic. As expected, there were very few passengers, and it was extremely quiet the entire way.
After passing through several more cities and traveling for several days and nights, they finally arrived at the capital of the Kingdom of Puna at dawn.
The capital was extremely prosperous; it was the largest and most bustling city Phil Gray had ever seen. After disembarking, he saw shops and stalls lining both sides of the street, with a constant cacophony of noise.
There was also a man wearing a tall black hat holding a magic wand, teasing a group of children.
“Hey, I’ve run into one of your colleagues!” Patrick patted Eli’s arm.
"No, he is the real magician. I was just using the magician's name as an excuse to cover up my own abilities as a chosen one of the gods." Eli raised an eyebrow, revealing his true identity without any hesitation.
Vincent pulled George, who was tied with a rope, as he staggered along, his hair disheveled and dirty.
"Huh? That person looks familiar."
"Yes, yes, isn't that the Duke of Surrey's son?"
"No way, he's the princess's darling!"
"These people are no ordinary individuals; they dared to tie this person up!"
There was a lot of discussion behind them, and many people came to watch.
A group of guards approached, and the leader asked, "Who are you? Why are you tied up Master George?"
To prevent excessive interference by the papacy in royal power, no churches are stationed in the capital; all matters, large and small, are handled by the palace guards.
The leader clearly knew George.
George burst into tears, pleading in a hoarse voice, "Save me! Go quickly and tell my mother and father!"
The leader was shocked. He looked at the two elders in front of him, who exuded an imposing aura without being angry. For some reason, he felt like an ant facing a mountain.
“Ha, indeed we should call the Duke and Princess over and let them hear what good things their son has done!” Vincent tightened the rope, and George fell to the ground with a thud.
The surrounding crowd gasped in surprise.
Glenn spoke slowly, "I am an elder of the Cult of Dawn, and we wish to see His Majesty the King!"
The guards stared wide-eyed, clearly not expecting that the old man before them was actually an elder of the Dawn Cult, one of the most powerful religions today.
A soft carpet of red flowers leads to the magnificent royal palace.
The upright honor guard, accompanied by elegant music, served as the backdrop for their entrance.
Their faith in the divine led them to focus on cleansing their souls of impurities and forging a firm belief, but they also neglected the enjoyment and pleasure brought by worldly power.
"Tsk tsk, this palace is too luxurious, dozens of times more beautiful than your palace, cousin!" Patrick complained without any politeness.
Phil Gray gave him a helpless glare.
The king of Puna walked slowly over, greeted them, and then sat on the throne.
When he saw George bound, he frowned, then smiled kindly. "I wonder what important matter brings an elder of the Cult of Dawn here? This gentleman seems to be my good-for-nothing nephew?"
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