"A token? What token?"
Upon hearing his words, countless curious eyes turned back. What did this man mean? Did he possess a token bestowed by the gods?
Phil Gray smiled slightly and took the Death Stone from his wrist. "The Death Stone, have you ever heard of it?"
He slowly infused the sacred stone with his soul power, and the stone emitted a dazzling black light. A dense aura of death emanated from it, making everyone present feel as if they had entered the abyss of the dead.
This divine power seems to have surpassed the level of a god descending to earth!
"The Death Stone, what is that?" someone in the council of elders asked in a low voice.
"Yes, that sounds familiar."
“Oh, let me think. It seems that ancient books record that it was formed from the remains of the first generation of quasi-gods after their fall, and that it contains inexhaustible divine power of death.” The Third Elder recalled a record he had seen in an ancient book and looked at the space stone-like object in the young man’s hand with great surprise.
But he knew clearly that it was definitely not a simple space stone.
Even from this distance, he could sense its mystery and the immense power it contained—pure death power.
Could it really be the Death Stone?
Elder Sid had naturally heard of the legends about the Death Stone, but he had never seen it with his own eyes in all his years on the continent of Ver.
His sharp gaze was fixed on the mysterious stone, and in a flash, his ghostly figure appeared beside Phil Gray.
Upon close observation and feeling, the degraded undead instantly realized that this was definitely the legendary Death Stone!
But aren't most of these things in the Abyss of the Dead? After all, that quasi-god fell in the Abyss, and the holy stones formed there are naturally all in the Abyss. Although there are records about it in the Will, no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, let alone possessed it.
"Where did you get it?"
Sid cast a scrutinizing glance at Phil Gray.
"Didn't I say it was a gift from the gods? It appeared in my hand the moment I received the proverb, as a token for my participation in the selection. So, am I qualified now?"
Phil Gray said frankly, his gaze meeting Sid's without any attempt to look away.
To fulfill the divine commandments, telling a few small lies was nothing; he was already used to it.
Anyway, the gods won't blame him, will they?
I must thank Wilde again for giving him this Death Stone, which is both practical and symbolic.
"In that case, you may come over here as well."
The legendary items have all appeared, so what reason does he have to deny it?
Elder Sid glanced at the Death Stone once more, then turned and returned to his original spot, pondering the gods' plans.
What was His intention in sending back the rebellious Son and bestowing a token upon this unfamiliar young man?
Is it because they are dissatisfied with the current Holy Sons and do not want them to become Pope?
However, there have been several popes in church history whose faith was not pure, and there have been many internal power struggles, but God has never intervened. So why was someone specifically chosen to come this time?
Regardless, the arrival of these two would undoubtedly greatly enhance the strength of the Church of the Dead, which made him very gratified, completely forgetting his resolute attitude when he received the letter.
"Is this really the Death Stone?"
"Yes, if the Grand Elder has said so, then it must be true."
Exclamations and discussions filled the air as people looked at the sacred stone with astonishment, but unfortunately, its owner soon put it away.
They could only watch as the young man walked step by step into front of the selection committee, their feelings extremely complicated. The legendary thing had not only appeared, but also found an owner, which made them incredibly envious and jealous.
"Elders, Archbishop, and fellow believers, greetings. My name is Milu." Phil Gray stopped, a smile playing on his lips, and gave his pseudonym.
Eli clapped excitedly, and the other Holy Sons could no longer greet him.
Their smiles were almost impossible to maintain.
"Very good, very good. If things continue like this, it seems our Church of the Dead will become the number one sect in Weir. I'm somewhat looking forward to seeing if a few more Holy Sons will arrive," the Archbishop said with a smile, this was truly an unexpected delight.
“Yes, what will the Dawn matter then? The followers of death will be everywhere on the entire continent of Ver.” The Second Elder’s face also showed joy.
Sid ignored them and solemnly announced again: "With the Holy Stone of Death, a divine relic, as proof, the council of elders agrees to let Miru join this selection for the Pope."
He glanced at the two newly selected candidates. "Why don't you briefly introduce yourselves?"
The elders already knew the other three holy sons well, but they knew nothing about these two except their names and cultivation levels.
However, given that it was divine will, they must all be extremely devout believers. The fact that they did not mention their family background suggests that they came from ordinary families.
Without family interference, it would be easier to adopt the elders' opinions, and she could be nurtured slowly after becoming the Pope.
Moreover, in this selection, they may not necessarily be able to surpass the Holy Sons nurtured by the Church for many years.
“I don’t have much to say. My background is very ordinary, and I haven’t served as a captain or bishop like the previous Holy Sons. But I have traveled extensively over the years and learned a lot. I believe I am capable of becoming Pope, and you should trust God’s choice,” Eli said casually, shrugging.
“I have a lot of experience as a pope, and I believe I can govern the Church of the Dead very well,” Phil Gray said confidently.
You have a lot of experience?
Isn't that incredibly audacious? An ordinary follower claiming to have extensive experience as the Pope?
He must have been the pope many times in his dreams.
The others looked at him strangely, and the fact that he possessed a treasure like the Death Stone aroused their resentment beyond mere jealousy.
The two sons who were serving as bishops sneered inwardly. They had been bishops for so many years and dared not say that they had any experience with the papacy. How dare this newcomer speak so arrogantly?
"Alright, we've already wasted a lot of time, let's officially begin the selection now." Elder Sid gestured, and the ethereal chimes once again resounded throughout the church.
The archbishop and the other elders immediately became serious, preparing to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the selection ceremony.
"etc--"
With heavy breathing, a person pushed through the crowd and ran into the church.
Elder Sid's anger, which had just subsided, was instantly reignited. He raised his eyes and looked at the newcomer with a gloomy expression.
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