I am the Pope in the Western Fantasy World

Chapter 291 Dream City

"My believers, wield the sword not to destroy, but to bring peace. End the strife and let the light of dawn shine upon the earth."

Before they set out, the mission arrived in time. Phil Gray looked up at the sun and felt that the Day Prophet seemed to be urging him.

I had just completed the task of clearing out the betrayers a few days ago and reached the level of Divine Revelation of the Dawn. Now I am asked to end the dispute. It seems that the situation on His side is not optimistic.

Phil Gray was thinking in his mind where to start. With his and Dark Night's current strength, there was indeed a simplest way to end the war, which was to directly eliminate the culprit of the war.

As long as the leaders of the Dream Church and the War Church are eliminated, wouldn't this war end easily?

He told Hei Ye his idea, and Hei Ye nodded in agreement.

"Then our operation is called a decapitation operation!" It opened its claws and revealed its sharp blades.

"Let's go to the border first and deal with the Dream Cult first." Phil Gray said, and then observed the expression of the night very carefully.

The Goddess of Dreams betrayed the Night from the Goddess of Night. I guess the little guy has tolerated her and her church for a long time.

"Okay, huh, now let's deal with His followers. In the future, I will get to know Him with my own hands." Hei Ye said angrily.

Phil Gray touched its head and couldn't understand why such a lovely god would be betrayed by his own subordinate god.

Now they are in the area of ​​Dawn, and it is not convenient for them to ride the Skeleton Bird, but fortunately Dawn has the Sun Pegasus, and they soon arrive at the city bordering the dreamland.

The news from the front line is that the southernmost city of Yachisde and two other surrounding cities in Dawn have been occupied by the Dream.

But when Phil Gray arrived at the city of Yachisde, he found that dozens of believers of the Dawn were confronting the army of dreams at the city gate. They included ordinary people and the lowest-level gods. They held burning torches in their hands and had unyielding faith in their eyes.

The army of the Dream Cult were all wearing light pink armor. They had indifferent expressions and turned a blind eye to the resistance of these people. The leading Divine Revelation-level warrior snapped his fingers lightly, and one of the rebels suddenly grabbed his throat and struggled on the ground in pain, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.

The people around him were soon infected one after another and fell to the ground.

"Don't you get tired of this every day?"

"Yeah, it's better to have a good sleep at home and have everything in a sweet dream."

"These people can't enjoy their sweet dreams, but they have to seek hardship for themselves, haha."

These dream followers said this in a mocking tone.

The dream-loving master of the divine revelation level ordered:

"You continue to watch over this city. If anyone wakes up, they will be executed. Since you can't enjoy a sweet dream, just fall into eternal sleep."

"Yes."

"I don't know if Tarol City has been captured. Really, a madman came out of nowhere and injured our three elders. Otherwise, it would be a piece of cake to capture a city."

Phil Gray then realized that except for the noise at the city gate, the rest of the city was eerily quiet. It turned out that the Dream Cult had directly put all the people into a deep sleep.

He did not show up, but swung out several Fate Blades in the dark. The high-speed rotating blades carried the powerful power of the God-demoted Followers. The next moment, the heads of several people fell to the ground, including the God-revelation-level one.

"Who?"

"Someone is attacking!"

"team leader!"

The remaining dream followers were in a panic. In the blink of an eye, the head of the companion who had just finished speaking fell to the ground. This was definitely the most terrifying nightmare they had ever seen.

Phil Gray had no intention of dealing with them again, as they were just minions. He rushed towards the city of Tarol they mentioned, where the three demoted gods of the dream should be.

Sure enough, the city of Tarol was in an extremely strange state at the moment. A huge transparent sphere was swallowing up half of the city gate, and at the gate was the Dawn Legion who was fighting hard.

A woman with disheveled hair was floating in the air, chanting something and her hands dancing in the air like nimble snakes, as if she was controlling the ball.

They are the downgraded followers of God in the dreamland. How could they recover so quickly from their injuries?

Without time to think, he rushed to help. At this moment, a figure with flames burning suddenly appeared at the city gate. He stretched out his arms, and burning flames continued to emanate from his body, all rushing towards the woman in the air.

“He is…!”

Golden hair, half white and half black cheeks... Phil Gray was a little shocked. This guy blocking the city gate was actually the undead predecessor who followed him out of the Corridor of Death!

The woman in the air didn't bother to control her ball and was dodging the fireball attack in a panic.

At this moment, two more figures flew out. They stood on the left and right of the woman and helped her disperse the fireballs.

The Undead Senior also flew into the air and once again fought against the three God's Favored Ones on his own!

"Damn it! Our means of attack have no effect on him at all! What kind of monster is this!" the woman cursed. She could make anyone who looked at her fall into a dream hallucination, but the man in front of her had pale eyeballs without even pupils, so her attack was completely useless!

The other two gods beside her who were demoted also had their grievances inexplicable. This guy claimed to be a follower of the Dawn, but he looked like a dead man. No matter how powerful a follower of dreams was, he couldn't make a dead man dream!

"Hmph, Chenxi claims to be upright, but maybe they have been colluding with the Church of the Dead for a long time. Otherwise, how could they breed such a monster?" The man on the left complained.

"Yes, otherwise why wouldn't the Church of the Dead join us in dealing with Chenxi!" the man on the right echoed.

Phil Gray heard their conversation from a distance and thought to himself, they were right, now the Church of the Dead and Dawn are really together.

Soon, the three were beaten by the undead senior. In order to save their lives, the three once again abandoned their other subordinates and ran away, leaving behind a declaration that they would fight again in a few days.

The undead elder did not chase after him, but stood guard at the city gate, motionless like a sculpture.

Although the Undead Senior did not chase them, Phil Gray would not let go of this opportunity. He caught up with the three guys and unexpectedly ended their lives with the Scythe of Death.

"Sure enough... The Church of the Dead is indeed colluding with Dawn..." The last person looked at Phil Gray, who was emitting the power of death, angrily and uttered these words with difficulty. His head tilted and he could no longer dream.

Phil Gray smiled slightly and took back the Scythe of Death. He felt relieved that the Undead Senior was guarding here. Next, it would be the time for Dawn to counterattack. His and Night's next stop would be the headquarters of the Dream Cult, Fantasy Night City.

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Fantasy Night City.

This is a paradise on earth, but also the source of depravity.

Everything you want will become a reality here. You can own countless treasures, enjoy endless delicacies, or have thousands of believers and serve as the supreme Pope.

Because this place is connected to your dreams, you can even stay here for your whole life, living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

Phil Gray led Night directly through several cities in the dream and came to their central area.

Only then did I realize that there was no prosperous city here at all, only a pass called Mengguan.

There are countless small towns near Mengguan, scattered in different places, but they all have one characteristic, that is, there is no breath of life. If Phil Gray had not seen people sleeping on the ground from time to time, he would have thought that everyone here had moved away.

"These people just sleep on the ground like this? I feel like if Dawn's army comes, they will have no power to resist." Phil Gray complained to the night helplessly.

The darkness on his shoulder did not answer, but scratched his face with his little claws. Then he found that someone lying on the ground had woken up.

The man glanced at him and said, "Try to attack these sleeping people."

Phil Gray looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

The man gave his answer directly with his action. He picked up the big rock under his feet and threw it at the woman who was sleeping against the wall.

At this moment, a soft circle of light popped out from the woman's body and bounced the stone away.

"Anyone who enters the Fantasy Night City will be protected by the goddess. No external attack can hurt him. Of course, no movement can wake him up unless he wakes up himself." The man sighed, revealing an extremely satisfied but fearful expression, "You are still young. Try not to go to the Fantasy Night City if you can. Otherwise, you may be addicted to it forever."

Only then did Phil Gray realize that Fantasy Night City was a city that did not exist in the world because it only existed in dreams.