I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

The Skeleton Lord walked down a few steps, but did not continue to come to Phil Gray. Instead, he gestured for the three of them to sit in the empty seats on the side, and he stopped in front of the newly born undead in the middle.

These are a group of undead souls who are skeletons in appearance but no different from humans on the inside. There are emotions burning in their spiritual fires, including fear of the unknown, excitement for the upcoming life, as well as nostalgia and reluctance for the past.

To become a true undead, one must abandon everything in the past, otherwise their human emotions will make them unable to endure the long life and endless darkness in the abyss.

Leopold sat down first, and the guests around him nodded to him. Frank followed him and Phil Gray sat next to Frank. On the other side sat a real vampire, staring at him with interest with blood-red eyes.

Phil Gray always maintained a polite smile.

"Everything in the human world has become the past. No matter why you chose to become a skeleton and a subject of the God of Death, we in Wangu City welcome you very much. Now, I will personally present you with the residence permit of the Abyss of the Dead. From today on, you are the true residents of the abyss!"

After the Skeleton Lord finished speaking, all the undead turned their gazes away from Phil Gray and looked at the newly born skeletons, but some of their gazes still stayed on him. Phil Gray looked back, and the undead raised their cups and smiled at him with unclear meanings.

Isn't it so humane, cleansed of all human emotions? Phil Gray pondered.

There were not many newly born skeletons, about thirty of them. Some of them were extremely excited, and some pretended to cover their faces and cry, but where were the tears in their pale skulls and blue eye sockets?

However, since they chose to stay in the abyss, the emotions in their spiritual fire were more about courage and devout faith in the God of Death.

Phil Gray tried his best to find the passengers that he and Eli had saved that day, but the skeletons were almost identical, so he couldn't recognize them at all.

There was a skeleton that had been looking at him. It might be one of the passengers, or it might just be a newborn skeleton that was interested in him.

A row of skeleton soldiers stood in front of the newly born undead, and after saluting the lord, they presented a bone ring to the newly born undead.

Phil Gray took a look at Leopold and realized that the bone ring that the owner had handed to him before might be proof of his residence in the abyss?

No wonder after the sacrifice, this person would definitely accept the call. Although he has reached a position so highly regarded by the lord, he should not need any residence permit.

But for these newly reborn dead, the residence permit is a recognition of their identity.

"Hehe, if you ask me, your lord must have been lazy back then and didn't completely eliminate your attachment to the human world when God descended. That's why you want to go back to the human world like this." Leopold whispered to the owner of the house, Frank.

"Hmph." Frank just snorted lightly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Phil Gray watched quietly as the Skeleton Lord returned to his throne and tapped the ground lightly with the golden scepter in his hand.

"Now, as the Lord of Wangu City in the Northern Territory, I respectfully invite the God of Death to come. I hope you can guide the direction of this group of newly born undead souls."

At this moment, a black light descended from the sky and shone behind the Skeleton Lord. A tall black figure slowly appeared in the sight of the undead. His whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his face was obscured by shadows. Only a pair of deep eyes could be seen.

This is the God of Death, the ruler of the abyss of the dead, the terminator of all things.

His appearance made all the dead souls kneel on the ground, whispering words of praise. Phil Gray also knelt down slowly to avoid becoming the target of public criticism.

His heart was pounding and he tried hard to calm down. After all, his heartbeat was too conspicuous in front of a bunch of undead.

However, facing the pressure from the gods, even though it was just a consciousness, he couldn't suppress his inner excitement.

What exactly are gods like?

He felt the gaze of the God of Death sweeping over him, but he was not afraid. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy. He was also a favored one of the God of Death, although he was also a favored one of other gods at the same time.

The God of Death's gaze finally rested on the newly born undead souls. He said in a cold and steady voice: "Welcome to the abyss. I am the God of Death, your god and protector. You have given up everything in the world and chose to walk with me to find eternal life in the darkness.

This is a difficult and lonely road, but it is also a road full of honor and wisdom. You must abide by my laws, obey my commands, and not betray my will.

You must abandon the emotions that are unique to humans in your hearts, whether it is fear or love... These are human weaknesses that will make you lose yourself and be unable to withstand the test of the abyss.

You must use calmness and reason to guide your actions, and use loyalty and faith to support your soul. Only in this way can you become a true undead. "

After saying these words, the Skeleton Lord's hand moved. It should be the projection of the God of Death that controlled the Skeleton Lord to move. He drew a symbol in the air and then waved to the newly born undead.

A black air current drifted out and floated towards the skulls of the newly born undead.

The newly born dead felt a sense of relief, as if something was being expelled from their souls.

Intoxicated by the power of the gods they believed in, they felt some of their emotions gradually disappear from their souls. Fear and terror became a thing of the past, and their attachment to the human world completely disappeared.

The spiritual fire in their eye sockets grew brighter, but instead of becoming empty and cold, they became more adapted to the darkness of the abyss and their new identities as undead.

They would be more in line with the characteristics of a skeleton, being brave, fearless, and immortal.

"Praise the gods! Thank you for your gift!"

Amidst the praises, the black figure gradually faded away, and the Skeleton Lord also returned to his normal state, but he looked a little weak. He sat on the throne, "I hope you can always remember this day. God will love all of you undead souls equally, and you should always be loyal to Him."

The newly born skeletons showed determination in their spiritual fire.

Phil Gray was still thinking about the scene just now, until he saw the Skeleton Lord raised his glass to all the distinguished guests and said, "For just one day, let us enjoy the delicacies from the human world! Dear guests from all over the world, cheers!"

Phil Gray also picked up the wine glass, but he saw the vampire sitting next to him licking his lips and looking at him, "How can the taste of wine compare to the taste of blood?"