No! Wrong!

Before Pope Liming's thoughts settled, he subconsciously denied it.

Although Senosogris, the god of mourners, is in charge of the death of gods, the gods of dreams are immortal, and no one can kill them except the gods.

Therefore, Senosogris, the god of mourners, will never reap the death of the dream god.

Because this is simply a waste of effort.

In fact, he had never heard that Senosogris would appear when the God of Dreams died.

If so, he should have appeared when Arthurs slaughtered the dream gods.

Thinking of this, Pope Dawn multitasked and answered Patriarch Byron’s doubts:

"It's hard to say, maybe it's just that the clown himself is special."

"special?"

"Those who seek to explore the gates of death and beyond life will also attract the attention of Senosogris."

Patriarch Byron was silent.

"Thank you for your hard work. I have notified Sister Lucini and you can go to her for psychological treatment."

Pope Dawn politely issued an eviction order.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Pope, for your concern!"

"Go, may our Lord favor you!"

Patriarch Byron caressed his chest and saluted, then turned and left.

Pope Dawn turned around and sat down in front of the confessional mural, looking at the crystal lantern in front of him. As his thoughts were spinning, he suddenly recited a prayer in a low voice.

"The footsteps walking in collective consciousness and dreams, echoing in the murmurs of all living beings' sleep and dreams, the guardian of the door of eternal sleep, the protector of sleep and sweet dreams, your admirer, I pray for your attention and blessing!"

——This is exactly the prayer of Arthurs, the god of phantom sleep.

The sound fell, and the main hall was quiet, with no changes in light and shadow, and no echo of words.

Pope Dawn's face became more and more serious.

He pondered for a moment and then recited an obscure prayer.

——This is clearly the prayer of [God of Dreams, God of Fungi, Robigeus].

Different from praying to Arthurs, the god of phantom sleep, this time the light and shadow in front of me suddenly became distorted as soon as the prayers finished.

A well-proportioned and extremely handsome man emerged from the light and shadow.

He looked at Pope Dawn with complicated eyes, caressed his chest and saluted.

"Robigeus, I have seen Pope Dawn!"

"Excuse me, great god of fungi, I have a gracious favor."

At dawn, the Pope also stood up, caressed his chest and saluted.

In his opinion, the so-called weakness of the God of Dreams is just the jealousy of the envious.

Although he also knows that becoming the god of dreams will sooner or later be assimilated by dreams, and the so-called immortality is just a joke.

But this was not the reason for him to neglect the existence in front of him.

"I promised Christiana that I could help the Dawn Church three times. If my long memory is correct, this should be the third time."

The fungus god whispered.

The Christiana he was talking about was the former owner of the Mother of All Creatures that Arthur took.

No one knew that Christiana's creation of life attracted the favor of the fungus god.

There is an unknown bond between the two.

This bond even extends to the Dawn Church.

In other words, the reason why the Dawn Church obtained the "double crown" was because of the help of the God of Fungi.

"The Church of Dawn will always remember your help. Dawn hereby promises that if you need help, you can always seek help from the church."

Pope Dawn said in a deep voice. After speaking, he said: "I need you to return to Kadasi Onyx Fortress and confirm whether the god of sleep, Arthurs, is sitting on his throne."

The God of Fungi looked stunned: "That's it?"

"For Your Excellency, this matter is within reach; but for Dawn, this is an area that will never be reached."

Pope Dawn said modestly.

The God of Fungi smiled softly, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Kadath Onyx Fortress in Dreamland is the palace of the gods in Dreamland!

For the Dawn God Cult, it is indeed difficult to reach.

In fact, even for the God of Dreams, it is not easy to reach Kadath.

Extraordinary people often use dreamland as a shortcut to travel through the stars and across rivers and continents.

But what about being a resident of Dreamland?

The land can only be measured with footsteps, even the God of Dreams can do the same.

But the God of Dreams can finally reach Kadath!

"...by death!"

Without waiting for the God of Fungi to agree, Pope Dawn suddenly added.

"What did you say?"

The fungus god had a look of astonishment on his face.

For the dream gods, there are theoretically two ways to go to Kadath.

One is measured by feet;

Another kind of nature is to die and then be resurrected on the throne of the Onyx Fortress.

"I need to...immediately confirm whether Arthurs is resurrected on the throne."

Pope Dawn's eyebrows were lowered, and his remaining light fell on the candle lantern of life.

The candle flame has gone out and the wick has broken.

Even if Arthur is resurrected again, this candle of life has lost its anchor.

He needs to confirm immediately whether Arthurs will be resurrected on the throne of the Onyx Fortress?!!

"Although I promised Christiana..."

"This is the last request!"

At dawn, the Pope caressed his chest and bent down.

The God of Fungi's face became uncertain, and after a while, he let out a long breath.

"Forget it! Let's do it!"

"excuse me!"

A ray of chill came from the neck of the fungus god. Even the fungus god, who had died countless times, felt the deep vanity and emptiness from this chill.

That is absolute death!

At that moment, he suspected that Pope Dawn was deliberately taking the opportunity to kill him.

He even wanted to resist.

But at this moment, the burst of thoughts suddenly extinguished and dispersed.

he died!

The fungus god Robigeus is dead!

…

…

The main hall is quiet and quiet, with huge pillars piercing the sky.

The abominable and monotonous drumbeats and the filthy flute sounds are like the horror lurking in the darkness, blaspheming the source of consciousness of all living beings.

In the depths of this indescribable palace of the gods, a few murmurs suddenly came, diluting a bit of the delirium murmurs coming from the boundless sky.

On the throne composed of dense strains of bacteria, the god of fungi appeared in an illusion.

He glanced at the densely packed shrines and after confirming that no one was there, the solemnity in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't help but complain.

“Absolutely terrible!”

"Yeah, it's really bad."

"who?"
To be continued...