With the Archbishop of the Disease Cult dead, the Pope absent, and most of the Chosen Ones wiped out in Gaza, the five cities within their territory were successfully captured by the Church of Destiny in less than ten days.
The remaining followers of the God of Disease within the city have all been eliminated. Their worldview has become distorted; they regard enjoying and spreading disease as a religion, and they also possess skills bestowed by the God of Disease. Keeping them around is always a potential threat.
Although the remaining ordinary people were also somewhat abnormal under the influence of the belief in disease, they did not become completely dependent on the disease and could not cause too much harm. Therefore, fate sent a large number of pastors to supervise and spread the belief in fate.
This generation may not become believers in destiny, but the next generation and the generation after that, when the belief in destiny takes root in these cities, they will be full of believers in destiny.
Bishop Joshua and Ernest stayed behind to handle the aftermath, and the Knights of Fate did not withdraw either. They were afraid that if the Pope, who worshipped disease, returned and found that his house had been robbed, he might do something out of anger. Just to be on the safe side, they planned to stay here for a while.
Phil Gray and Eli rushed back to North City because the Commercial Church and Destiny would be jointly hosting a high-level trade fair for the chosen ones in five days.
This was agreed upon with the commercial church long ago, but it was delayed for a few days due to the war on disease worship.
Of course, the night followed them. The day after they arrived in Pingtie City, the cat appeared in His Holiness the Pope's bedroom in a lazy manner, and brought back a lot of dried fish.
When asked where it went, it acted as if it didn't want to pry into the affairs of the gods.
"Your Majesty, a letter has arrived from the Kingdom of Puna, inquiring about the candidates for city lords in the five cities within the disease-ridden territory," Bishop Dominic said after receiving the envelope from the messenger.
"Pick a few trustworthy and experienced nobles. Last time, some neutral small families performed quite well, so you can give them some support."
"yes."
Phil Gray and the bishop were walking in the corridor outside the palace. The flowers of destiny on both sides of the corridor had withered, and winter had officially begun in the past few days.
Unfortunately, his palace was burned to the ground in order to completely eliminate the red insects. Although the craftsmen worked day and night to repair it after he left, it would still take more than ten days to fully restore it.
"Other sects have sent messages congratulating us on our victory over destiny. Dawn had previously asked us if we needed support, and later sent us some supplies."
Phil Gray smiled slightly, feeling the warmth from afar. "Thank you for their concern. Pick out some local specialties as a return gift."
“Yes, Your Majesty, to be honest, I’m a little worried about that Pope who worships disease. Now that the news of fate eradicating disease worship has spread throughout the continent of Ver, I’m worried that he will come back to attack you after hearing it. But the Knights are guarding there and can’t protect you. Should we ask an elder of Dawn to come and help?” Bishop Dominic said worriedly.
"What do you know about that pope who worshipped disease?"
"I don't know much about him. That pope doesn't show his face much, unlike the infamous Archbishop of Disease. He's also quite strict with his followers and doesn't seem very ambitious. I suspect that this invasion of destiny was orchestrated by their archbishop, and he was unaware of it. Otherwise, why would he go to meet God at a time like this? Even so, he remains our biggest threat right now."
"You don't need to worry about my safety. I actually hope that fate will come to me, but he doesn't dare."
"Um?"
"The Archbishop of Disease and many of his followers died in Gaza. He is all alone now. He should be the one who is afraid. He should be worried about whether fate will hunt him down and wipe him out, rather than offering itself up to him. After all, he doesn't know what power fate has hidden that can destroy the Degenerate God and a host of Divine Revelation Gods. And don't underestimate me. If I can destroy the Archbishop of Disease, can't I destroy their Pope?"
Bishop Dominic's eyes showed admiration; he had almost forgotten that the pope before him was no longer the same pope.
He has transformed from an ordinary person into the most powerful follower of the religion, becoming the guardian deity of the believers.
"Go and issue another arrest warrant for the Pope of Disease, and order all cities to strengthen patrols and report any suspicious persons in a timely manner. I am not worried about him coming after me for revenge, but I am afraid that he will target ordinary people."
Phil Gray gave the order.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Besides being confident in his own strength, he also planned to summon Frank and have him bring another demoted god-level henchman from the abyss.
Undead Companions are also one of his skills, so of course he can't waste them!
After Bishop Dominic left, he strode toward the backyard of the Cathedral of Destiny in North.
Although the Pope usually lives in his own palace, and only bishops and some priests live here, it doesn't mean that there isn't a room here exclusively for His Holiness the Pope.
Some of the priests were sweeping up fallen leaves when they saw His Holiness the Pope arrive. They stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.
Phil Gray nodded to them, then walked along the long stone path to a small palace.
The rustic wooden door was carved with the pattern of the flower of destiny, and Kane, holding a broom, and Milu, carrying a basin of water, walked out chatting and laughing.
"Your Majesty, you arrived so quickly. We're still getting ready." Kane scratched his head sheepishly, realizing that their playful banter had taken some time.
"The bed is made up, you can rest for a while," Milu said shyly.
"It's alright, no rush. I'll go in and rest for a while, and you can come back to clean this afternoon."
"Yes, thank you, Your Majesty."
Phil Gray entered the room. The environment wasn't bad, but it was dusty because no one had lived there for a long time. A wooden statue of the god of fate sat on the table, and a lamp emitting white light was also on the table.
"Frank, my undead companion, answer the call!"
Phil Gray murmured, and the power of death gathered in his palm.
A short while later, Mr. Ghost emerged from the gate of the Abyss of the Dead.
This time, he practically couldn't wait to get close to Phil Gray.
He looked him up and down with the eerie gaze unique to the undead. "I heard from the city lord that you are a favorite of two gods?"
“To be precise, there are three: Fate, Death, and the Sun.” Phil Gray sighed. It was time for him to give his explanation again; he was getting tired of explaining.
"How did you do that? No wonder you said you could use the power of the Dawn. I thought you had some kind of treasure. I didn't expect you to be a follower of the Prophet of the Day. Really..." Frank looked at Phil Gray as if he were looking at an alien, as if he wanted to dissect him with a knife to see how this believer's body structure could attract so many gods.
Phil Gray began to believe that Mr. Frank had indeed been a member of the Light of Wisdom during his lifetime, and that his fanatical demeanor was not unlike that of the scholars.
"Asking is the will of the gods. Go ask the God of Death; I believe He will give you the most accurate answer." Phil Gray was too lazy to reply further.
"Hmph, well, it's true what they say, comparisons are odious. How come you get so many gods' attention, while I'm still only at the Divine Prophecy level after all these years?" Frank said, somewhat frustrated.
"Being a person is better than being a ghost, thank you, perhaps it's because I'm alive."
The ascension of the undead is indeed much more difficult than that of humans. After all, they are already dead and have endless years. If it were easy, everyone would have become a follower of the god of death.
"Why have you become so talkative?" Frank gave him a strange look.
Phil Gray forced a smile. He had been feeling very uneasy these past few days because of Barry's death, and then he had been busy dealing with the war on disease worship. He had been on edge the whole time and couldn't express his emotions.
Today, things were almost settled, and I was able to take a short break. I also saw this friend I hadn't seen in a long time, and I finally felt much more relaxed.
So he was too lazy to maintain that dignified and respectable demeanor that belonged only to the Pope.
"Alright, how's business? Have we found the next customer?"
When business was mentioned, Frank's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Of course! With the city lord of Ten Thousand Bones City advertising for me, many important figures have come to visit my Resting Place. This time, I've brought you two big clients. Here, let me introduce you to this one first."
A bright blue pearl appeared in his hand, its shimmering light captivating anyone who looked at it.
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