I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 209 Leaving the Island

Morton was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Phil Gray to make such a request.

His right hand?

He really couldn't understand why the Son of the Dawn Cult would need his right hand.

His brows furrowed slightly and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Would you like to reconsider this?" He pondered for a moment before saying, "I don't mind. Once I die, this body will be nothing more than an object. You can do with it as you please."

Phil Gray confessed, "I don't want to hide it. I actually have a special way to use your right hand to enhance my strength, so I made such a request. Now that the war has begun on the Weir Continent, the gods of the Bloody Disaster, Disease Worship, Plague Maker and other sects have descended, and I need a certain amount of power to protect myself and my sect. And when I become stronger, I can better help the Dark Night Cult, right?"

"In that case, I promise you. After I die, you need to return the holy relics to the Dark Night Cult, but you can do with my body as you please." Morton's eyes showed a hint of approval. He was most optimistic about this kind of courageous, responsible and unyielding young man.

He also had no intention of exploring how the Son of Dawn used his right hand to increase his strength. That was his secret, and he just had to fulfill their agreement.

"Thank you." Phil Gray said gratefully, with some anticipation. This was a god-level favored one, and he had no idea how strong the gloves made with this right hand would be!

But how could he be thinking about someone's right hand now? Isn't this wishing for someone else's death? A trace of guilt flashed through his mind again, and he was embarrassed to look directly into Morton's eyes.

But the other party obviously didn't care.

"It's a pity that I can't help you..." Morton sighed, looked at the sun setting below the sea and the sky getting darker, and said regretfully.

Whether it was the war between churches or stopping the conspiracy of those gods, he could not intervene.

He only hoped that in his next life, he could become a follower of the Dark Night again and return to the Dark Night Kingdom. Even if it had been shattered and the gods were no longer there, he would still believe in darkness as he did at the beginning.

Phil Gray watched as Morton's figure swayed a little, but he still struggled to stand up. He saw him stretch out his arms as if to embrace the coming darkness.

"Bye now!"

Morton looked longingly at the island he had guarded for three hundred years and said goodbye softly.

The power of the dark night surged out of his body and transformed into twinkling starlight, and at the same time, his body fell heavily to the ground.

Phil Gray stood aside, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Witnessing the passing of a strong man really made people sad. He bowed deeply.

When I looked up again, a black box appeared in the starlight. It was about the size of a human head and engraved with patterns of stars and moons.

This should be the holy object formed after Morton's death.

Although it is not as powerful as the holy objects formed after the death of quasi-gods or those formed after gods have come into contact with them, it should be very powerful to be called a holy object.

He walked forward and picked up the box. The moment he touched it, he sensed the function of the box. This box is called the Secret Black Box. Whatever is put into it can be ignored by everyone and block all perception of divine power and skills. Unless the gods come in person, even if it is right in front of you, you will not think that what you are looking for is in the box.

Moreover, the space of this box is not as small as it looks. It is about four cubic meters. If it were possible to hold living things, it would definitely be the best hiding place!

Phil Gray exclaimed in admiration, then put the box back into his own Death Stone space.

Wait until the matter with the Church of Destiny is completed before returning the holy relic to the Church of Darkness.

Morton had closed his eyes, his wrinkled face peaceful and calm. In the last moments of his life, he solved the island's problem and found a good helper for the Cult of Darkness. He had no more worries.

"Senior, my apologies!" Phil Gray said sorry many times in his heart, then cut off Morton's right hand with a silver dagger, and used the skill of "Right Hand of Death" while no one else was around.

Because he had the Holy Stone of Death to replenish his divine power, he could afford this huge consumption of divine power.

Transforming the right hand of a Shinto-level follower really consumes too much divine power!

Even though the Holy Stone of Death continuously gathered divine power into his body, his face still turned extremely pale and cold sweat kept dripping from his forehead.

Finally, after an unknown amount of time, his bloody right hand turned into a black glove.

The gloves are as smooth as silk satin, full of mysterious temperament.

Phil Gray put the gloves on his hands and was instantly surprised.

He even felt that this glove was more useful than the holy relic formed after Morton's death!

The function of this glove is to allow him to hide in the shadows. As long as he wears it, he can move and hide in the shadows of other people or objects. The gods below the Shinto level will not discover him at all. It is a perfect weapon for murder, arson, theft and stealth.

The only limitation is that you can only use it for half an hour a day. If you use it for more than half an hour, you will most likely get lost in the shadows.

"Great, I'll call you Shadow Escape Grasp from now on."

Phil Gray's eyes lit up and he hummed a little tune happily. He felt that he had a talent for naming and came up with such a cool name.

This trip to the island was very fruitful, and he was more confident about returning to the Church of Destiny.

"Thank you for your gift. I will help you find a good cemetery. No, I have to send your body back to the Dark Night Cult." Phil Gray carefully put Morton's body into the space of the Holy Stone of Death.

He looked at the sky and saw that the night was getting darker. His stomach started to growl and he wondered if Eli and Ernest had left any food for him.

In order to store the corpse, he emptied all the food in the Deathly Hallows, but he didn't dare put it together.

He walked towards the temple.

The footsteps became farther and farther away, until Phil Gray's back completely disappeared, and a pair of eyes that had been staring at this place for a long time slowly moved away.

The tall black shadow also walked towards the temple under the moonlight.

……

A golden red sun rose above the sparkling sea, and the surrounding clouds were also dyed red. As the sun rose, the island burst into warm cheers.

The islanders, who had been worried all night, finally felt relieved.

Despite the explanation from the Dawn people, they were still worried about losing their light again. Now, seeing the sunrise and sunset on their island just like it was a thousand years before the darkness appeared, all the islanders felt extremely happy.

"set off!"

Martin controlled the Son of God's car and shouted loudly, and his usually expressionless face showed a bit more joy.

The Sun Pegasus all spread their wings and flew into the sky.

They flew in the sky during the day and rested on the small islands on the sea at night. Fortunately, they never encountered such a strange island again.

After two days of expedited travel, they finally saw the outline of the Western Continent.

Many ports along the coastline are prosperous and bustling. From the air, they look like a lively picture scroll, full of vitality and vigor. Phil Gray opened the curtain of the carriage and looked down into the distance, his heart full of expectations and longings for the future.

Although they couldn't wait to continue to their destination, it was already dark, so they had to rest for a night at the seaside port.

Their destination was a large port controlled by the Commercial Church, where the familiar Gold Coin merchant ship was docked, and there were many people coming and going.

Chenxi was also very prestigious in the Western Continent. Their team was so conspicuous that it naturally attracted everyone's attention. A person in charge of the Commercial Church came specially to entertain them and arranged a comfortable hotel for them.

If nothing else, the service provided by the Commercial Church is absolutely first-rate.

They had a sumptuous meal and were invited to enjoy a top-notch foot massage, which is said to be very popular among the gentlemen of the Kingdom of Pune.

But they politely declined, saying they had to take time to rest as they had more important tasks to do tomorrow.

"Boss, here is the latest Life News. It contains news about the Church of Destiny."

Phil Gray was about to return to his room when Eli handed him a newspaper from the Church of Life.

After returning to the Western Continent, Eli resumed his previous habit of reading newspapers and picked up the latest Life News, even though he was now a Death-Lord.

Phil Gray took the newspaper and quickly scanned the eye-catching headline: "Shocking news from the Church of Destiny! The former Pope mysteriously disappeared. Cardinal Wendell Holmes will be officially declared the new Pope at the descent ceremony tomorrow. The new Pope will be announced soon!"

He raised his head, looked at Eli's half-smile, and smiled back.

It seems to come just in time!

As soon as the sky brightened, Chenxi's team flew towards the city of North of the Church of Destiny. If nothing unexpected happened, they would arrive there in half a day.

Phil Gray looked at the increasingly familiar scenery and shouted silently in his heart:

"Church of Destiny, I'm back!"