I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

After a while, Mr. Allen came out, supported by two people. His face was pale and there were some sweat marks on his forehead. He must have been exhausted from over-using his divine power.

The mayor followed behind him, his face full of gratitude, "Thank you, sir. The God of Destiny will protect you!"

The man who informed them of the news earlier still pouted, "If it weren't for them, so many people wouldn't have died in our town!"

"Shut up." The mayor was angry.

The man looked at them angrily and turned away.

"Don't mind, everyone." The mayor looked at the sky and said, "It's already dark, you should go to bed early."

Phil Gray returned to the room prepared for him by the mayor, closed his eyes, and thought about what had happened today.

……

He fell into a deep sleep until he felt his body bobbing up and down.

He opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache. His eyelids were heavy and he looked like he was about to fall asleep at any moment.

"You actually woke up, which was beyond my expectation." A hoarse voice came from my ear.

His mind suddenly became clear, and he found that he was being carried on someone's shoulders.

It was late at night, and the man carrying him was walking quickly with a lamp in his hand. He saw that they were already out of the town.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Haha, who am I? Guess?"

The man had a hoarse voice, but his body was strong and powerful. Carrying an adult did not slow down his speed at all.

Phil Gray was silent, then asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"You should feel honored. I am the first one to find the core location of this space, or possibly the core location of the ruins, and I am willing to share it with you." The man laughed.

"You see that I understand ancient characters, so you want me to help you translate it," Phil Gray said calmly.

The man said nothing and continued on his way.

Phil Gray didn't know how long he had been walking. The dizziness in his head and the increasingly heavy eyelids made him realize that this man might have given him some sleeping pills, and the effect of the drugs had not yet worn off.

He could only feel that this person was circling around, walking back and forth somewhere, and seemed to be climbing, but he was very steady and did not let the person he was carrying fall.

Until he finally stopped and put Phil Gray on the ground.

Phil Gray opened his eyes and was surprised by what he saw.

It turns out that the core of the space they are looking for is on the mountain. The reason for this is that there is a cave here that is exactly the same as the outside world.

The outer layer of the cave may have been covered with a layer of divine power, forming a shallow barrier, which was just broken by this man, revealing the cave. If you are not a god-favored person, you cannot see through this barrier at all. No wonder I haven't heard the townspeople mention it.

"Hahaha, this is the mountain in the south. Do you know how I found here?" The man laughed and without waiting for Phil Gray to answer, he continued talking to himself.

"Everyone in this town has been affected by divine power, which is why they are experiencing the phenomenon of reverse growth. After their death, the divine power that leaked out will return to the so-called core again, thus maintaining the existence of this space for a thousand years. And the direction in which this divine power is flying is here!"

His tone was full of pride and enthusiasm. "Look, what a wonderful divine power it is. It gathers in bit by bit, and when the townspeople give birth to new life, it enters the body of the new life, and the cycle repeats itself!"

So that's how it is. Phil Gray's doubts were mostly resolved.

He activated the divine power in his body and indeed sensed them in the air. They were flying towards the cave continuously.

The man continued, "Look, the divine power has gone in and is guiding us in the direction, hahahaha!"

"So it was you who caused those townspeople to get sick, and then you did it again, and now they are still dying!" Phil Gray was a little angry.

"Yes, the divine power flew so fast that it disappeared almost instantly. If it weren't for my good eyesight in the afternoon, I wouldn't be able to see their direction. But don't worry about it now. They..." The man stopped talking abruptly, "What happened? Why are they gone?"

Phil Gray couldn't see his face clearly. The man covered his entire body with a black cloak and his face was also covered with a black cloth. He seemed very surprised.

"Never mind, we're here now." He pushed Phil Gray into the cave.

This cave was no different from the previous caves they had visited, with the same rock sculptures and murals.

However, there is only one mural here, which is a picture of human growth, from birth to death, but the newly born are old people, and the dead are babies.

"Nothing special." The man muttered to himself, pointing at the words below the mural, "What does it say? Don't try to deceive me, I can take your life at any time!"

Phil Gray gave him a cold look, then looked up at the words and read them out slowly.

"Greed is the undoing of men, and it can turn a pious believer into a vile betrayer.

Duke Pope, when Ansiel was drunk, stole the scales of fate and tried to change the fate of his relatives and friends. However, the gifts of fate all have a price, and the shameful betrayal eventually led to disaster. The great god of time and space, the creator of the endless void, the eternal being of the future and the past, punished his clan and related people for his good friend Ansiel: their fates are reversed, they have no followers anymore, and they are imprisoned here forever.

Executor, Matt Pullman. ”

“Hahaha, the hypocritical God of Destiny, the ridiculous God of Time and Space, imprisoned this clan for a thousand years just for stealing.” He sneered, “Only the great God of Plague would not be so hypocritical!”

He no longer paid attention to the texts and murals, his eyes scanning other places in the cave, and finally his gaze stopped on the huge statue of the God of Destiny.

The statue's left hand was raised high, dragging on it the scales of fate that were emitting a faint white light!

"Holy object!"

He laughed wildly, a bottle appeared in his hand, and he poured out green powder and sprinkled it at Phil Gray, "You are of no use!"

Phil Gray fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices, and died instantly.

"Hahaha!"

He walked towards the statue step by step. His agility allowed him to quickly climb up the statue and take down the scales of fate.

The scales were still emitting white light, and his eyes were fascinated until he felt pain in his wrist.

The scene in front of him became clear. He did not hold the scales of fate in his hand at all, but just a stone, and his painful wrist was tightly grasped by someone. It was not Phil Gray, but Patrick.

He looked at the statue in disbelief, the scales of fate still hanging high on it.

How could this happen? How could this happen?

Phil Gray looked at him with a smile, holding his bottle of poison in his white-gloved right hand.

"You wouldn't have thought so, Mr. Dwyer."