I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 231 Infiltrating Gaza

"Your Holiness, Bishop Joshua and Knight Commander Ernest arrived at Pingtie City in time and defended Pingtie. The Archbishop of the Cult of Disease took action. The two were injured, and the Knights of Fate suffered heavy casualties. The Archbishop stopped temporarily, but we don't know when he will come back again."

The newly appointed messenger delivered the news from the front line with a sad face.

Phil Gray almost wanted to go to the battlefield immediately, but he still had to arrange the affairs of the church and make some preparations.

"Patrick, how is the thing I asked you to buy from the Commercial Church?"

"Cousin, is this the gas mask and protective armor you mentioned? They haven't found any finished products with similar functions yet, but it is said that there is a kind of sea crystal stone that can absorb some of the virus. The people from the Commercial Church said that they can make some temporarily according to your idea."

"This is the pattern and material list for the mask and armor. I asked someone from the Creation God Church to design it yesterday. Give it to the person you contacted and try to complete it within three days. Then you have to deliver it to Pingtie City in person." Phil Gray rubbed his temple. He was a little exhausted after not getting enough rest for a night.

Fortunately, he asked a master of the Creation God through the Mind Harbor Crystal Ball to design armor and masks that could effectively isolate common epidemics.

After all, their fight against the disease cult, apart from making the archbishop pay a price and taking back Gaza City, also requires them to thoroughly penetrate into the areas controlled by the disease cult. If they could have these equipments, they could reduce a lot of casualties.

Low-level disease cult followers can only create some common diseases.

"Three days? I'm afraid they can't do it. The number you want is three thousand. It will take a long time to collect these materials!"

Patrick glanced at the design drawings and material list in his hand. In addition to the sea crystal mentioned by the Commercial Church, there were also some materials he had never heard of.

"Didn't the Commercial Church say that they can do anything if they have money? Tell them that you can give them a satisfactory rush fee. If it weren't for the Commercial Church's unique ability to collect materials and its direct cooperation with the Creation God Church, which can quickly put it into production, I would have directly asked the Creation God Church to do it."

Phil Gray believes in the ability of the Commercial Church, and also believes that the craftsmen of the Weir Continent can do it. The power of those favored by God should not be underestimated.

But this time, Destiny’s assets were almost emptied.

"Okay, I'll send it to Pingtie City in three days. What about you, cousin?" Patrick could only nod vigorously.

"Eli and I will set out tonight and first meet the archbishop of this disease cult." A cold light flashed in Phil Gray's eyes.

"Ah? Cousin, you must be careful!"

"no need to worry."

……

After discussing some church affairs with Bishop Dominic, especially the reconstruction of the Pope's Palace, Phil Gray and Eli headed towards Gaza City.

"It's been a while since I've rushed thousands of miles in such a hurry, but the feeling of flying in the air is really speechless." Eli flew passively in the sky, feeling the evening breeze whistling past his ears.

There was a rope around his waist, and at the other end of the rope was Phil Gray flying high in the air.

His Holiness the Pope spread out his golden wings of dawn, drawing a long shining line in the dark night sky.

He held the rope in his right hand and held the Night who came to join in the fun in his left arm. Although the god said that his power was almost exhausted in his last attack, he might be able to provide them with some useful advice.

"You can actually ride a horse. Chenxi's four flying horses are still well kept there. You can just ride them and come to see me tomorrow during the day."

Phil Gray was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. They discussed it for a long time, but Eli insisted on coming along and even suggested this way to speed up the journey.

"I am at the divine revelation level after all, maybe I can help you. You must have heard of the notoriety of the archbishop who worships disease. Even the Church of the Dead often uses him to scare children." Eli's voice was intermittent in the wind, but it was still clear to those favored by God.

"Thank you."

"Hey, what boss would thank his employees? I'm just worried that you'll get into trouble and no one will pay me."

"Haha, I don't think I've ever paid you a salary?"

"It seems to be true. You are such a black-hearted boss. After the issue of disease cult is resolved, I will settle accounts with you!" Eli suddenly realized and shouted angrily.

A burst of laughter came from thousands of feet in the sky.

When they arrived not far from Gaza City, Phil Gray and Eli switched to walking on the ground.

The lights of Gaza City have dimmed, and darkness, loneliness and waves of painful howls surround the entire city.

"I'll sneak in and take a look first. You and Heiye wait here."

Phil Gray took out a white glove from space and put it on his right hand.

"Be careful not to confront the bishop head-on!" Eli whispered.

"It's okay. I made a glove out of the savior's right hand last time. It allows me to temporarily use the ability to sneak in the shadows. Even if the god is demoted, he won't be able to find my trace."

As he spoke, Phil Gray disappeared into the shadows. It was night, allowing him to sneak almost anywhere at will.

Eli was relieved. He turned around and wanted to take good care of the little god cat entrusted to him, but he found that there was nothing at his feet.

So I'm the only one left!

Eli was helpless, but he felt more at ease knowing that there was a god following his boss.

Oh, yes, he should be worried that his boss would directly deal with the archbishop when he went there. In that case, he would come here and do nothing, and would seem like a burden.

……

Phil Gray entered the city, moving constantly in the darkness, looking for any trace of the archbishop.

Gaza City at night has never been as silent as it is today, but it is not the kind of silence without people, but rather the silence of being in the empty corridor of a hospital, where one can hear the groans of dying patients from time to time.

He could barely contain his anger at the thought of the torture and death that Gaza's followers of Fate might be enduring.

Soon, he arrived in the center of Gaza City.

There was a cathedral in the center of every city of destiny, and he speculated that the archbishop of the Cult of Disease might be here.

After all, no sect can resist the temptation to dominate other sects' temples after occupying them.

Two figures walked out of the cathedral. Phil Gray had disappeared into the darkness and they could not find any trace of him.

"Ahem, let's go over there and take a look. We don't want those little bugs to disturb the bishop's sleep."

"Heh, they come here every now and then to die, it's really annoying. Why don't you let us kill all these people directly? That way, many followers can be promoted directly."

"This number of people is nothing. The Archbishop wants to gather hundreds of thousands of people at once for a grand tribute."

"I heard that it was not the Archbishop who ordered, but His Holiness the Pope, to keep as many healthy bugs as possible."

"Hmm? Didn't His Holiness leave the Vatican to meet God?"

"Yes, this may be preparation for the return of His Holiness the Pope."

"Tell me, could there be some meaning behind this from my Lord?"

"Tsk, the gods will look down on these little bugs. In my opinion, the bishop and the pope are just preparing to be promoted to the Shinto level. After all, my church has not produced a Shinto-level person for many years."

Two disease followers in red robes supported each other as they walked, looking like they would soon die. However, for the cult of disease, the more serious the disease, the higher the level.

Phil Gray followed them around several streets and arrived at a nearby open space. He concentrated the power of destiny on his eyes - "Eye of Destiny!"

The river of fate began to flow slowly, and he saw one of the disease-lovers saluted a skinny old man holding a green staff, and then sent the old man to the courtyard behind the cathedral.

It seems that this is the archbishop!

At this moment, the scene of fate was suddenly interrupted, and the sick followers who were affected by the power of fate had already reacted.

He took a deep breath and shouted into the darkness, then he began to cough bitterly because his throat was torn.

"It seems like there's no one here?" another sick relative asked puzzledly.

"There must be someone, come out!"

Dense swarms of red toads suddenly appeared on the ground, licking every inch of the air around them with their long tongues.