"Your Holiness, Bishop Joshua and Knight Commander Ernest arrived at Pingtie City in time and defended it. The Archbishop of Disease Worship intervened, and both of them were injured. The Knights of Destiny suffered heavy casualties. The Archbishop has temporarily stopped, but it is unknown when he will return."
The newly appointed messenger, his face full of worry, delivered a message from the front lines.
Phil Gray was eager to head to the battlefield immediately, but he still needed to settle matters within the church and make some preparations.
"Patrick, how's the thing I asked the Business Church to buy coming along?"
"Cousin, is it the gas mask and protective armor you mentioned? They haven't found any finished products with similar functions yet, but it's said that there's a kind of crystal stone that can absorb some of the virus. The people from the Commercial Church said they can make some temporarily according to your idea."
“These are the designs for the masks and armor, along with a list of materials. I had the Creation God Cult design them yesterday. Give them to the person you're in contact with and try to finish them within three days. Then, personally deliver them to Pingtie City.” Phil Gray rubbed his temples; he hadn't slept all night, leaving him somewhat exhausted.
Fortunately, he managed to commission a master from the Creator Cult to design armor and masks that could effectively protect against common epidemics through the Mind Harbor Crystal Ball.
After all, their fight against the disease cult not only required the archbishop to pay the price and reclaim Gaza City, but also to thoroughly penetrate the areas controlled by the disease cult. If they had this equipment, they could reduce a lot of casualties.
Those who worship low-level diseases can only cause ordinary diseases.
"Three days? That... I'm afraid they can't finish it, right? You need three thousand, and it will take them a long time to collect those materials!"
Patrick glanced at the design drawings and materials list in his hand. In addition to the Heli Crystal mentioned by the Commercial Church, there were some materials that he had never heard of before.
"Didn't the Commercial Church say that money can buy anything? You told them you could give them a satisfactory commission rate. If it weren't for the Commercial Church's unique ability to gather materials and its direct cooperation with the Creation God Church, which allows them to quickly start production, I would have just gone to the Creation God Church to do it."
Phil Gray believed in the capabilities of the Commercial Church and in the craftsmen of the continent of Ver. The power of the chosen ones should not be underestimated.
However, this time, fate has almost emptied its reserves.
“Okay, I’ll deliver it to Pingtiecheng in three days. What about you, cousin?” Patrick could only nod vigorously.
“Eli and I will set off tonight to meet this archbishop who worships disease.” A cold glint flashed in Phil Gray’s eyes.
"Oh? Cousin, you have to be careful!"
"Don't worry."
...
After discussing some church affairs with Bishop Dominic, especially the matter of rebuilding the papal palace, Phil Gray and Eli headed towards Gaza City.
"It's been a long time since I've rushed such a long distance, but the feeling of flying in the air is truly speechless." Eli passively flew in the sky, feeling the evening wind whistling past his ears.
A rope was tied around his waist, the other end of which was Phil Gray flying high in the sky.
His Holiness the Pope spread his golden wings of dawn, drawing a long, shimmering line across the dark night sky.
He held the rope in his right hand and embraced the night, who was coming to join the fun, with his left arm. Although the god said that his power was almost exhausted in the last attack, he might be able to offer them some useful advice.
“You can actually ride a horse. The four Pegasus horses of Dawn are still well cared for. You can ride them to me tomorrow during the day.”
Phil Gray was both amused and exasperated. They had discussed it for a long time, but Eli insisted on coming along and even came up with this way of getting there.
“I’m at least a divinely inspired one, so I might be able to help you. You’re the only one who hasn’t heard of that archbishop who worships diseases. Even the Church of the Dead often uses him to scare children.” Eli’s voice was intermittent in the wind, but it was still clearly audible to those favored by the gods.
"Thank you."
"Hey, what kind of boss thanks their employees? I'm just worried that if you fail there, no one will pay my salary."
"Hehe, I don't think I've ever paid you a salary, have I?"
"It seems so. What a heartless boss! Once this disease cult issue is resolved, I'll have to settle accounts with you!" Eli exclaimed angrily, realizing the truth.
A burst of laughter echoed from high above the sky.
When they reached a point not far from Gaza City, Phil Gray and Eli switched to walking on the ground.
The lights of Gaza City have dimmed, and darkness, desolation, and waves of painful howls envelop the entire city.
"I'll sneak in and take a look first. You and Night wait here."
Phil Gray took a white glove from the space and put it on his right hand.
"Be very careful, don't confront that bishop directly!" Eli whispered.
"It's alright. I turned the right hand of that savior last time into a glove, which allows me to temporarily use the ability to sneak in the shadows. Even if a god were to descend to the lower realm, he wouldn't be able to find my trail."
As he spoke, Phil Gray disappeared into the shadows. It was nighttime, which allowed him to sneak anywhere at will.
Eli was relieved. He turned around, wanting to take care of the divine kitten entrusted to him, but found nothing at his feet.
So I'm the only one left!
Eli was helpless, but the thought of having a god by his boss's side made him feel a little more at ease.
Oh right, he should be worried that his boss might just take care of the archbishop on his way there, making him seem like a burden since he didn't do anything.
...
Phil Gray entered the city and moved about in the darkness, searching for the archbishop's whereabouts.
Gaza City has never been so desolate at night, but not in a desolate way, but more like being in an empty hospital corridor, where you can hear the groans of dying patients from time to time.
The thought that the believers in Gaza might be enduring torture and the fear of death almost overwhelmed him with anger.
He soon arrived in the center of Gaza City.
In the center of each city of Destiny there is a great cathedral, and he speculated that the archbishop who worships disease might be there.
After all, no sect can resist the temptation to lord it over other sects' temples after conquering them.
Two figures emerged from the cathedral; Phil Gray had already vanished into the darkness, and they could not find him at all.
"Cough cough cough, let's go over there and take a look. Let's not let those little bugs disturb the bishop's sleep."
"Ugh, they keep coming here to die every now and then, it's so annoying. Why don't you tell us the archbishop to just let them all die of illness? That way, many of the followers could advance directly."
"What are these few people? The archbishop wants to gather hundreds of thousands of people at once for a grand offering."
"I heard it wasn't the archbishop, but His Holiness the Pope who ordered that as many healthy little insects as possible be kept."
"Hmm? Didn't His Holiness the Pope leave the Papacy to meet with God?"
"Yes, this may be in preparation for His Holiness the Pope's return."
"Do you think there might be something my Lord wants in this?"
"Pshaw, would the gods even look at these little insects? In my opinion, it's just that the bishop and His Holiness the Pope are preparing to advance to the divine level. After all, it's been so many years since our church has produced a single divine being."
Two sick venerables, dressed in red robes, walked hand in hand, looking as if they were about to die. However, in the worship of disease, it seemed that the more severe the illness, the higher the rank.
Phil Gray followed them through several streets until they reached a nearby open space, where he focused the power of destiny into his eyes—"Eyes of Destiny!"
The river of fate began to flow slowly, and he saw one of the sick people bow to a withered old man holding a green staff, and then escort the old man to the courtyard behind the cathedral.
So this must be the archbishop!
At this moment, the scene of fate suddenly stopped, and the sick person affected by the power of fate had already reacted.
He took a deep breath and shouted into the darkness, then, because his throat was being torn, he began to cough violently.
"It seems like nobody's here?" another patient asked, puzzled.
"There's definitely someone here, come out!"
Suddenly, countless red toads appeared on the ground, stretching out their long tongues to lick every inch of the surrounding air.
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