si-mexico Chapter 252 God's Will
Chapter 252 God's Will
"Who is this?"
"I don't know him. He doesn't seem to be the Holy Son of Yilaize."
"Nonsense, Saint Yilaize is so easy to recognize, of course I know him."
The believers began to discuss in low voices, speculating about the identities of the two men.
The two saint sons and the saint daughter also looked at the suddenly appearing competitor in surprise, not understanding what was going on.
Great Elder Sid instantly remembered the letter that he had forgotten. He obviously did not expect that the two people who sent the letter were so bold and actually showed up at the scene.
His eyes locked onto the two of them: "You have disturbed the scene without reason, and you will have to pay the price."
"No, no, no, I didn't mean to interrupt you. Didn't you hear what we said? We should have been one of the candidates, and we should have explained everything to the selection committee of elders and you in private. However, the selection time was too tight, and we just rushed to Gilga City. We can only take the liberty to explain it at this selection ceremony."
Phil Gray looked genuinely sorry.
Disrupting other people's Pope selection ceremony and declaring oneself a candidate, the other party thought it was a provocation and not excessive, but they had no other choice. Taking part in the selection among the Sons of Saints was the most peaceful way to become the Pope of the Dead.
Otherwise, when the new Pope takes the throne, it will be even more difficult for them to fulfill the motto.
By then, let alone asking the Church of the Dead to end the disagreement between advocating war and advocating peace and withdraw from the war with Dawn, it is likely to directly trigger a war for the position of Pope and even bring trouble to Destiny.
"Yes, we have also sent several letters to you and the elders. I'm sure you all have received them. We were just afraid that we would not have enough time, so we hoped that you would delay a little. However, the few words in the letter really cannot explain it clearly. We understand that you don't believe us. Now we just hope to explain in front of the elders why we became the Son of God and the candidate for Pope. Please give us a chance." Eli smiled as he swept his eyes over a few familiar faces.
He still remembered clearly who had tried and burned him at the stake, but now that he was standing in front of them, they could not recognize him.
When my grandfather left the position of elder, several subsequent elders also moved forward one after another. Of course, some were not present and were replaced by unfamiliar faces.
After so many years, even the Church of the Dead, which worships death and stillness, has changed a lot.
"What a joke! Do you think anyone can be the candidate for Pope? Who gives you the courage?" the Great Elder shouted angrily.
The momentum from God's demotion swept through the entire church, making people feel invisible pressure.
It has been a long time since the Great Elder was so angry. The believers held their breath and dared not make a sound. They just looked at the two heroes silently, not understanding how they dared to do that. Everyone has a dream of becoming the Pope, but this was the first time they had seen someone asking to participate in the selection so directly.
In the history of the Church of the Dead, no, I'm afraid there has never been such a situation in the history of other churches?
"Of course it was the great God of Death who gave us the courage. The two of us received God's command, which required us to become the pope of the Church of the Dead." Phil Gray smiled, "Since it is God's will, we certainly cannot disobey it. So even if we risk offending you, the elders, and the saints, we have to carry out God's will."
When he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Those who can enter and watch are followers of extraordinary status, and they have a deep understanding of the proverbs.
In this world where faith is above all else, no one dares to joke about God's will, let alone conceal or deceive about matters related to God.
So, they couldn't be lying. Could it be that the God of Death really sent down such a proverb?
Elder Sid narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Are you telling the truth? Did the gods give you such a commandment?"
"Yes, how dare we use the gods as an excuse? I can swear to the God of Death."
Maybe Phil Gray often said some true and false things in the name of the God of Destiny in the past, but this time it was true.
Eli also swore solemnly to God.
"It's strange! This is the first time I've heard of gods giving such advice." The third elder couldn't help but say.
"In the history of the Church of the Dead, the gods have never interfered with the selection of our Pope, let alone bestowing such admonitions on two ordinary followers at the same time." The archbishop said thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on the two young men, his sharp eyes trying to see through all their thoughts.
Hearing such maxims, the three candidates on the field couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts. As serious sons of God, they had never received such maxims.
What luck do these two have?
"What do you think is so special about you that makes you worthy of God's favor?" Sid could sense the realm of the two people in front of him. They were both at the level of God's revelation. They were no more than 45 years old, barely enough to be considered a Son of God.
But how can one be qualified for the position of Pope without training in the church system?
What did the gods see in them?
Or are they so bold as to pretend to be God's will?
Phil Gray's eyes were calm, not afraid of the scrutiny of the crowd. Although he was only a Death God's Attention-level Favoree, he was a Destiny God-Revelation-level Favoree! And his divine power could be transformed into each other, which gave people the illusion of a Destiny God-Revelation-level Death Favoree.
Anyway, apart from the lack of a death skill, it is no different from the Divine Revelation-level followers in other aspects.
But it doesn't matter even if they find out. Since we are waving the flag of the God of Death, can't we ask them to make an exception?
In this world, any problem can be easily solved as long as there is the guarantee of God's name.
"What do you think?" Eli rolled up his right sleeve, revealing his arm with a black lotus painted on it.
With the infusion of his divine power, the lotus slowly bloomed, emitting the purest breath of death.
That is the breath of God!
The people present were watching all this in amazement. They were all knowledgeable followers and recognized at a glance that it was the mark of the gods.
Phil Gray turned his head and was equally surprised. He remembered that the mark on Eli's arm had been burned.
Now his arms were white and smooth, without any signs of burns, and the black lotus looked lifelike.
"It has reappeared intact since I became the Blessed of Death again. As for the scar, do you think it will cause trouble to a former Blessed of Life?" Eli blinked and whispered to him.
Indeed, Phil Gray had also been puzzled before as to how a life-loving person could have indelible burn marks on his body.
If broken limbs can be regenerated, why can’t a few scars be removed?
In fact, Eli could remove them at any time, just to remember the past. They are the proof of his courage and sacrifice, and also express his remembrance of his sister.
And now, he healed those scars with his own hands, not only because his sister now had hope of seeing her again, but also because he would try to change the past.
The desperate boy has returned and stands before them as proud as ever.
The people present were still in shock and naturally did not pay attention to what they said.
"Is that the mark of God?" The third elder rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
He looked at the Great Elder for confirmation, but the shock on the Great Elder's face was no less than his.
To be honest, ever since he knew that the Great Elder was an undead, he had never seen this undead have such rich emotions as today.
Sid ignored the third elder. His eyes were fixed on the mark of God. Then he raised his eyes and looked at the owner of the mark, the young man with a strange face.
Those green eyes were so familiar, as if he had returned to many years ago, when those young and stubborn eyes looked at him with the same mocking expression.
……
"Save her, Great Elder. Haven't you always loved us the most? I don't want to lose her!"
The undead's strong arms picked up the little boy and said, "My little holy son, you should be happy for your sister. This is because the God of Death wants to see her sooner."
"No, the gods can see her, but I can't see her. Please, Great Elder." The little boy lay on the undead's broad shoulders and cried.
"Don't be so selfish, Eli. We should gladly accept the gift from God. Be good and go pick out a small coffin that she likes."
"do not want!"
"Hey, what did your grandfather teach you? Lucy? Take him to his grandfather! Let him supervise his grandson to copy the Deathly Hallows several times."
"Yes, father."