"Patrick, long time no see!" Phil Gray patted his cousin on the shoulder and gave him a big hug. The guy looked like he'd been out in the sea breeze a lot; his skin was tanned, and he'd lost his youthful naiveté. He no longer looked like the pampered young master who used to stay at home.
Moreover, the fluctuations in divine power indicate that he has broken through to the level of prominence, and it seems that he has completed the seemingly impossible task of fulfilling the prophecy given by the God of Destiny.
Now was not the time for pleasantries. His gaze returned to Valk Dodd, who was now completely helpless. The knight commander was struggling in his death throes, the divine power of dawn on the Blazing Sun Sword burning his wounds like scorching fire.
He did not die immediately, but struggled and wailed in pain.
"Knight Commander, may you rest in peace!"
Phil Gray curled his lips slightly, pulled the Blazing Sun Sword from his body, and then, with Valker Dodd's dying and desperate eyes, severed his head.
He couldn't even make a sound.
The blood of the traitors was spilled on the Square of Destiny as a tribute to the gods.
Just as Bitchell was about to escape, he was caught red-handed by Bishop Dominic and Chief Grey, who had come after hearing the news.
These two men lost to Wendell during the previous internal strife in the Papacy and failed to stop his ambition. So they planned to avoid seeing him and refuse to attend Wendell's descent from God ceremony today. Little did they expect that their subordinates would bring news that the missing Pope had made a powerful return!
They rushed over and found Bichl trying to slip away after Valcke Dodd's death.
"They're all dead! I've finally gotten my revenge!" Phil Gray felt exceptionally relieved.
For a year, he had been wandering the mainland incognito, suffering their pursuit. Now he has finally returned to his rightful place.
Although he is not the real Phil Gray, the moment the old woman in Kao City died for him, the position of the Church of Fate and the Pope of Fate became inextricably linked to him. Although he once resented the God of Fate, now he will follow His will and let the glory of fate shine again on the continent of Ver.
He watched as all the believers of destiny cast awe-inspiring glances his way, and under their gaze, he walked step by step up to the messy, dilapidated altar.
"Children of Destiny, for the past year, the Church of Destiny has been controlled by these despicable people. They have used the name of the Church to bully the weak, and under the guise of divine will, they have robbed people of their wealth and taken their lives. The kind have been driven to despair, the loyal have been forced to apostatize, and the divine has been smeared by them. The reputation of the Church has also been ruined! Today, I offer my life as an apology to all believers of Destiny! At the same time, I also apologize to you for my dereliction of duty. From this day forward, I will fulfill the responsibilities of a pope, so that every believer may feel the glory of the divine..."
Phil Gray spoke with great passion, his voice echoing across the square, every word filled with power and determination.
"Praise be to the God of Destiny! Praise be to His Holiness the Pope!"
The believers spoke in unison, kneeling on the ground with tears in their eyes.
Phil Gray looked at them. Among these seemingly devout believers, there were probably many with ulterior motives. Wendell and Valk Dodd, the two leaders, were dead, but many of their followers were also among those who had committed evil. He would settle accounts with them one by one later.
After all the believers knelt in devout worship, the huge statue of the god of fate, Ansel, suddenly emitted a dazzling light. The light, as if it were tangible, slowly flowed down and covered the entire altar.
Phil Gray turned around as if sensing something, as if he felt the gaze of a god upon him.
Is this a true divine intervention?
He saw the statue's eyes slowly open. The deity had golden eyes, filled with mercy and wisdom, as well as a touch of divine coldness. Then, a warm and powerful force surged from the statue, repairing every stone and every crack on the altar. The Flower of Destiny bloomed anew, and the altar was brand new before everyone's eyes, as if it had never been damaged.
"A miracle! This is a miracle!"
"The gods have descended! My God!"
Unlike the other believers who fainted from excitement, Phil Gray stared straight at Ansel's statue, wanting to ask the answer he had been searching for all along.
Why was I brought into this world and made the Pope of the Church of Destiny?
Where is the original owner now?
Why choose him?
However, before he could even ask the question, he suddenly felt a little dizzy, and then everything around him changed and slowly became blurry.
In no time, only white light remained around him, obscuring all people and objects.
What's going on?
Phil Gray was somewhat surprised. He heard the voice of the God of Fate, Ansel, coming from ahead: "Come, my follower, come toward me—"
I'm not entirely one of your followers.
Phil Gray mentally grumbled, but he was no longer as resistant to this god as before. After all, He had helped him a lot, and he would need to rely on Him in the future.
He walked quickly forward until he came to a river that stretched as far as the eye could see but had dried up.
"..."
His intuition told him that this river was the River of Destiny, a symbol of the God of Destiny.
How could it have dried up?
"I'm here."
Suddenly, the voice of a god rang out in the air.
He looked up, and the sight in the air made his pupils shrink, causing him to abruptly step back.
A golden-haired god in a white robe was bound to a huge stone pillar suspended in the air!
The divine power emanating from the other party made him feel incredibly warm and familiar, and he even had an urge to shed tears. It was clearly the god of destiny that had been calling out to him all along!
Why is it styled like this?
He believed that the god of fate was high above, sitting in His divine kingdom, holding the wine offered by believers, and manipulating the fate of all beings. The ups and downs and twists and turns of a human life were nothing more than a few lines of script or a small prank written lightly in His hand.
Now, this deity is entangled in unknown black thorns, hanging from a stone pillar in the air, possessing a sacred yet tragic beauty, much like Prometheus from Greek mythology in a previous life.
Is this a special hobby, or have I been kidnapped by a more powerful god?
Seemingly sensing Phil Gray's strange gaze, the god gave him a cold look.
"Are you the god of fate?" Phil Gray asked, then immediately realized he'd asked too much, and added, "What do you want with me?"
"As you can see, I need your help."
The god of fate was very frank and directly stated his purpose.
"Huh? Help you? You're a god, and I'm just a mortal. How can I help you? So that's why you brought me from Earth?"
Phil Gray hadn't expected this answer. He had never thought he was any different from others, that the god of fate could pull him across two worlds to save the other.
“You are different. Only you can save me and save this world,” the God of Fate said, leaving Phil Gray even more puzzled.
He had dreamed of being a savior when he was young, but after growing up and being brutally beaten by the cold reality, he never had those daydreams again.
He was just an ordinary person on that blue planet.
"I don't know why you're so certain, but why don't you ask what I think? Do you really think you can just decide other people's fates so casually?"
Rather than being a savior, he used to prefer being a peaceful and ordinary person.
The deity high in the sky lowered his eyes and said calmly:
"I never decided your fate; you chose your own destiny."
As the words of the deity faded, the power of destiny surged toward Phil Gray, and the blurry areas in his mind seemed to gradually become clearer—memories of his time on Earth that he had never been able to recall.
In the past, he only knew that he was Chinese, but he forgot his name, his profession, and everything about himself.
And now, all of that is clearly presented before his eyes.
It turns out that he did indeed choose his own destiny.
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