"What does Your Highness, the Holy Son of Dawn, mean by this?"
Valcke Dodd's voice trembled slightly, his face darkened, and his gaze was fixed on Phil Gray as he stepped down from the carriage.
Today, the Holy Son of Dawn wore a pure white robe, with his two attendants following closely behind like shadows, their eyes fixed on him as if they harbored some deep-seated hatred, making him somewhat uneasy.
"Oh? You don't understand what I'm saying? But don't you feel guilty? It's probably not just Wendell who colluded with the Plague Creators, is it? Who was it that joined forces with Wendell to murder the Pope of Fate?"
Phil Gray questioned him sharply, his voice rising, each word like a hammer blow to Valcke Dodd's heart.
“I truly do not understand what Your Highness is referring to. Although I am grateful for your church’s assistance, I cannot tolerate such unfounded slander! Those sinners who colluded with the cult have already received their due punishment. The Church of Destiny is currently undergoing reform, so please excuse me for not seeing you off.”
Valcke Dodd felt a pang of panic upon hearing his words. He was well aware of his actions, but the cooperation had been agreed upon. He wondered what kind of madness this Dawn Saint was going through this time!
He was currently seriously injured, and if he went against Chenxi and the others, he would probably be no match for them. So he clenched his fists and decided to play dumb and get rid of Chenxi and the others first.
“That won’t do. Dawn said she would help Destiny clean up the traitors, and they haven’t cleaned them up yet. How can Dawn leave with such a high-ranking knight commander left?” Phil Gray shook his head.
"You!" Valk Dodd was so angry that his blood boiled and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Oh my, this must be His Highness the Holy Son of Dawn? Indeed, he is exceptionally handsome! Our two churches have always been on good terms, and we are well aware of His Highness's desire to help our Church of Destiny. However, that traitor Wendell is indeed dead. When I infiltrated Wendell's camp, I did not discover any other members of our Church in contact with the Plague Controller. Your Highness, you must be overthinking it! As for the Knight Commander, he has always been concerned for the Church of Destiny. How could he conspire to harm His Holiness the Pope? We simply wanted him to manage the Church for him before that person returned. After all, how can such a large Church of Destiny be without a leader? You must have misunderstood, perhaps you have been instigated by some villain?"
Bichel quickly smiled and tried to persuade him, his voice relaxed but his eyes revealing a hint of tension.
Phil Gray gave the patriarch of the Fortes family a half-smile. "Could it be that you're also one of his accomplices? Looks like I've overlooked someone!"
“No, no, no, it was I who exposed Wendell’s true colors and provided evidence of his collusion with the plague-makers. Don’t make things up! However, Dawn has never interfered in the internal affairs of other sects over the years. There is currently no evidence that our Knight Commander is colluding with the cult. If you want to interfere in the affairs of our church, shouldn’t you consult His Holiness the Pope of your church to avoid damaging your church’s reputation?” Bitchell first righteously distanced himself from Wendell, and then subtly reminded this Holy Son of Dawn to consider the reputation of the Dawn Church and the Dawn Pope behind it.
Valck Dodd, on the other side, seemed to have thought of something as well, and squinted his eyes, threateningly saying, "And Your Highness, your own actions may not be entirely innocent either, right?"
Phil Gray, of course, would not tarnish Dawn's reputation. He did not respond directly to Bitchell, nor did he understand what Valck Dodd was implying. He simply looked solemnly in Elder Glen's direction and said softly, "Elder, you should have known long ago why I returned to the Church of Destiny, right? I deceived Dawn, but I had no choice but to do so. It is my responsibility as the Pope of Destiny."
Elder Gelan sighed, but his eyes were full of admiration and satisfaction.
At first, the group didn't understand what Phil Gray was talking about, but when he tore off his mask, revealing a face pale from prolonged lack of sunlight, everyone was stunned.
That young and excessively handsome face, those jewel-like blue eyes, belonged to Phil Gray, the Pope of Fate who had been worshipped countless times by believers on past days of divine intervention.
"What a handsome man! Is this the true appearance of the Holy Son of Dawn? Why does he look so familiar?"
"Shh...shut up, think about it carefully..."
"This...isn't this Pope Gray?"
"Heavens! By the God of Destiny, what am I seeing? His Highness the Holy Son of Dawn has suddenly become our Pope?"
"How did our Pope become the Holy Son of the Dawn Cult?"
"Oh my God!"
The believers who saw the true face of the Pope of Fate were extremely surprised. They had never imagined that such a dramatic scene would occur. Although they believed in the God of Fate and thought they had seen through the capriciousness of fate, they never expected that the god would stage such a scene.
Those nobles and high-ranking members of other religious sects who had not seen the Pope in person but were invited to the ceremony guessed the truth from the believers' reactions. They exclaimed in amazement and wonder, and the discussions spread like waves through the crowd as everyone tried to understand this sudden change.
"This is outrageous! God of Fate, are you playing a trick on me?" Valk Dodd felt his head spinning. He really didn't expect that the true identity of this Dawn Saint was the Pope he had chased down a year ago!
Thinking back on my actions in front of him, my flattery of him, and my belittling of the Pope of Fate, I suddenly felt like a clown!
That's a brilliant tactic!
Valker Dodd took a deep breath and glared at Phil Gray with resentment.
Phil Gray ignored the reactions of the others, walked step by step to the knight commander, met his gaze with a sharp look, and slowly asked, "Knight commander, I will now personally testify that you conspired with Wendell to murder me a year ago. Do you have any excuses to make?"
Valcke Dodd had no excuse, of course; he knew full well that with Phil Gray around, the believers in the square could no longer stand on his side.
But he was so unwilling to accept it!
Thinking of everything he had witnessed on the island that day, he tried to grasp at the last straw and desperately retorted, "I did it all for the Church of Destiny! Who would have thought that you, the Pope of the Church of Destiny, were actually a follower of the God of Death? And colluding with the Church of the Dead! No wonder you've been pretending to be an ordinary person all these years! I only secretly kicked you out because I was afraid you would harm the Holy See and hand it over to someone else! I never expected you to collude with the Church of Dawn so quickly! It's really ridiculous, they hate the Church of the Dead so much, yet they let a follower of the God of Death be their Holy Son, it's laughable!"
Valcke Dodd burst into laughter, utterly arrogant.
"What nonsense are you talking about! How could our Holy Son of Dawn be a chosen one of the God of Death?" Martin, who was watching the show from the side, couldn't help but frown. At first, all of them, the Knights of Dawn, were shocked that their Holy Son had become the Pope of the Church of Destiny. But when they remembered the rumors they had heard before, that the Pope was famous for being an ordinary person, they thought that he might have become the Holy Son of Dawn by believing in the Prophet of the Day during his travels.
“Yes, and besides, we all saw His Highness the Holy Son’s Wings of Light on the island back then, so we are very familiar with the power of the Dawn!” a Dawn Knight added.
Valker Dodd sneered, "That's because of his special skill, isn't it? I saw him cut off Morton's right hand with his sinister and terrifying death power on the island that day, turning it into a black glove. Does that glove allow him to use the power of the Dark Night Cult? Also, who knows if he used the hands of you Dawn's Chosen to make gloves to impersonate the Dawn's Chosen!"
Phil Gray was slightly surprised. He hadn’t expected that Valcke Dodd had seen the scene of making gloves on the island that day and had guessed it almost perfectly!
Although he didn't guess his identity as a Chosen One, Elder Glen knew that the body of the missing elder was missing a hand!
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