Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1279 - 812: Pope (Part 2)

The Sain Dungeon has arrived!

Megan was suddenly startled and quickly rummaged through her luggage to find the communication tool.

"Anleisi, Kaius, pick up quickly, I'm counting on you two to handle the Sain Dungeon right now..."

However, the only response she received was endless silence; there was no signal from Anleisi's side of the communication tool, indicating they weren't answering.

"Where are you guys!"

Angry, Megan directly slammed the tool on the ground, her panic almost spilling out.

Could it be that the two of them have already been attacked by the Sain Dungeon?

Could it be that the Sain Dungeon has gone berserk?

All sorts of bizarre thoughts popped up in Megan's mind, growing increasingly intense and unstoppable. These terrifying thoughts made her want to stay in a small, safe place, devoid of her previously proud demeanor.

However, bad things always come at the worst times. Her earlier screams attracted the nearby wandering followers, finally reminding them of her presence, so they hurriedly ran over and knocked on the door.

"Bishop Megan, are you inside? Please come out and help us, everyone's gone mad!"

I'm really scared, and I don't want to go out at all!

Megan tried to respond with silence, but unfortunately, the followers were unusually persistent, sticking around the door without leaving.

She looked at the window nearby, contemplating whether she could escape over the wall to avoid responsibility.

But just then, she saw something that made her whole body stiffen.

"What is that...?"

Her gaze was firmly locked on the tallest, most grand, and most imposing building of the headquarters, a place even the Archbishop had to look up to, one that no follower could show the slightest disrespect toward.

Because that was the tower where the Pope resided, the place closest to the Divine Country of Light God in legend!

In the public view, the Pope had been silent for a long time, not having appeared for quite some time. To some, it was as if he were dead, and that sacred tower had shown no signs of activity either.

Megan had also observed that tower, her magic power had even told her that it was empty, let alone inhabited by anyone.

But now.

She saw that the tower was emitting light.

It was dazzling starlight!

Scarlet starlight, as if it were bleeding!

The entire tower was enveloped in this bloody glow, as if some sinister magic ritual was underway, a change so astonishing that the entire Capital might be able to see it.

However, Megan noticed that the crowd below was still crazy if they were crazy, busy if they were busy. Even those passing in front of the tower showed no curiosity toward this noticeable glow.

Can they not see it?

Megan was even more horrified. She knew this must be another of those "things only she could see," with her extraordinary intuition once again at play.

Starlight, the purple starlight she saw last time left her in panic for the better part of a year, and today comes a red one. What does this signify?

Just as a myriad of strange thoughts filled her mind, even wanting to run away, the red starlight enveloping the tower suddenly contracted, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Gentle Holy Light once again showered down on the white tower, or perhaps the Holy Light had never disappeared, only being overshadowed by the more vivid red light.

The next moment, an unimaginably vast magic power emanated from the tower, instantly spreading across the entire headquarters and even the surrounding areas.

Basking in this magic power, everyone felt a gentle warmth akin to a loving father's touch, as if soaking in a soothing hot spring, involuntarily relaxing.

The frantic monks calmed down, the busy healers eased their fatigue, the pressured followers cleared their minds, and the discordant atmosphere within the headquarters was swept away.

The mere contact with this magic power felt as though several potent spells were working on people, including but not limited to the Healing Technique, calming technique, Thought Acceleration...

Subsequently, a benevolent yet dignified elder's voice came out from the tower, spreading through the entire headquarters with the help of this magic power, reaching everyone's hearts.

[Children, quell your panic, the gaze of the Holy Light has arrived, the profane heresy cannot hide]

This voice...

The young followers might not understand what's happening, but those clearly older followers cried out in shock, and beyond shock, they were overjoyed.

"His Holiness the Pope! It's the Pope's voice!"

Megan heard these people's shouts and also displayed a look of surprise.

The Pope? Is it really the legendary Pope?

Compared to others' excitement and cheers, having just witnessed the red starlight emanating from the tower.

She just felt a chill run down her spine.

The power of the Pope is so grand, magic power obediently transforms into his servants at his command, as if his presence accompanied the spread of the magic power, instantly alleviating everyone's worries, leaving only full-hearted admiration for the Holy Light.

The uncontrollable situation dissipated under the Pope's soothing, vanishing within minutes, everything returning to how it was before.

The church remained sacred.

In the Resurrection House, the Archbishop suddenly opened his eyes.

The healer who had just repaired his damaged body and hadn't even begun the resurrection ritual was so frightened they backed away repeatedly, not knowing what was going on, lest some wandering soul or ghost had possessed the Archbishop's body?

But upon encountering the Pope's magic power, the act of the Archbishop returning from the dead drew nothing but utmost reverence, as they knelt on the spot and began to pray.

This must be God granting the Archbishop a second life!

The Archbishop didn't heed the healers, just gazed at the white ceiling, his gaze seeming to pierce through the building straight to the sky, an indescribable brilliance in his eyes, nodding occasionally as if listening to someone speak.

Soon after, he nodded as if talking to himself, saying:

"From now on, intensify the preaching efforts."

"Let the gospel of the Holy Light reach every corner."

The Archbishop's voice simultaneously appeared in Megan's ears, as well as those just resurrected bishops.

At first, she thought it was an auditory hallucination, but after confirming it was indeed the Archbishop speaking, the expression on her face grew even more horrific.

Oh heavens, why can the Archbishop speak to me?

Could it be that he has something on me?

Her earlier thoughts of escape vanished, Megan silently pledged loyalty to the Holy Light in her heart.

At that moment, the communication tool she threw to the ground earlier suddenly emitted a sound, indicating that Anleisi and Kaius were attempting to contact her.

"Only now you want to deliver a message, where were you earlier?"

Megan complained, picking up the communication tool, and as soon as she said "Hello," she heard Anleisi's slightly breathless voice coming through.

"Megan, hurry and send reinforcements to us, the rebel army is attacking, the Magic Sky Curtain has failed."

"What!?"

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During battles with others, one of the most secure actions is to stand within your indestructible defenses, squatting down and taunting the enemy.

This behavior seems absolutely safe and exhilarating.

Provided you don't encounter insane enemies willing to perish themselves just to take you down with them.

Anleisi's favorite thing was fighting enemies within the protection scope of the Magic Sky Curtain, achieving almost undefeatable victories, but today, the Magic Sky Curtain, her test-run of a perfect shield, failed.

It disappeared silently, and no one even noticed its absence; by the time they did, the sky was already empty.

Alongside the Magic Sky Curtain's disappearance came the distinctive horn of the rebel army.

But within that horn seemed to mix with other sounds, howls never heard before, sounding like they were mostly men shouting.

Anleisi immediately rose into the air, using far-sighted magic to look toward the source of the sound, and beyond the densely packed rebels, she saw a group rushing at the forefront...

Uh, Silver Knights? No, adventurers cosplaying in Silver Knight Armor!

They were shouting something like "I love Gwendolin" as they charged forward.

"Damn, it's the Dark Moon Sword! That bastard Fingerley is here!"