CHAPTER 585: CHAPTER 394: THE DARKEST HOUR OF THE DARK MOON SWORD (PART 2)

Control the power mimicking that of the gods, bestow the blessing of the Holy Light God upon others!

The blessing bestowed through the hand armor is exactly the same as that given by the gods themselves, no difference whatsoever. This is the truth behind the manifestation of the Holy Light God.

This piece of equipment has been sealed for a long time, never used. The reason is that the elderly members of the church hierarchy believe that mortals should not impersonate gods to bestow blessings, even if the church’s influence is dwindling, it must not be used.

However, with the death of the last devout elder believer, this piece of equipment has eventually been taken out by the people of today. After secret preparations and recharging, the equipment is finally ready to be used.

And its first experimental target is Bed City, where pagan beliefs are very active recently!

Just as Gwendolin happened to have an accident, the effect of this equipment is sure to shine.

"I, Hade, will definitely drive all pagans out of this city! Especially that damned Starfire and Dark Moon."

Since no qualified person has been found for the equipment, it can only be used after recharging, so anyone can use it. Hade is smug about being lucky enough to use this equipment.

Albud stared at the Light God’s Right Arm, his eyes flickering, unsure of what he was thinking.

Stealing? He dared not steal it. The escorts of this equipment are secretly powerful figures of the church. They are not in this secret room now, but he can feel their presence, always watching the equipment.

How annoying, don’t they trust him and Hade? Then what’s the point in letting them guard this item?

Listening to Hade’s self-aggrandizement, Albud felt depressed. In hindsight, he should have entrusted Lulu to deal with this guy.

But internally, he felt a slight relief. The emergence of this equipment signified the impending rise of the Holy Light Church, possibly even reaching its former peak. At least he could earn a living within this system, never having to worry again in this lifetime...

Today is destined to be a significant day. Under the bishop’s leadership, a parade commenced.

With laughter and the sound of drums and gongs, the Holy Light believers in Bed City flocked to the streets to admire the bishop and the Holy Light God’s blessing bearer, Lica, further solidifying their faith in the Holy Light. The city was filled with joy, the radiance of the god’s return touching every person.

Except for the adventurers near the Sain Dungeon Teleportation Gate.

Watching the joyful return of the Holy Light Church, the adventurers, especially the Oath Takers of the Dark Moon Sword, were particularly silent.

Some recalled the cheeky behavior of several unofficial believers yesterday, feeling furious yet afraid to retaliate, daunted by the Holy Light God’s reputation.

A Starfire Church believer watching the commotion said to the people, "If you’re willing to donate money to my church, I’ll go mess with the parade. How about it?"

"Aren’t you afraid of being punished by the Holy Light God?"

"I’m under the protection of King Gwyn, alright." The Starfire believer puffed out their chest, showing no fear.

People’s attention was more focused on the team about to enter Yanor Londo, acting as their eyes.

"Brother Fingerley, please crusade against Elderly!"

Fingerley nodded silently, without uttering words like "rest assured, everyone."

He put on the helmet embedded with an improved Image Stone capable of live broadcasting, and together with elite adventurers who volunteered, entered the Sain Dungeon under the watching eyes of the crowd.

Some in the team were originally from the Crusade Team, while others were skilled adventurers with whom he had good relationships. Their only common trait was having defeated the Phantom of Pope Shalivan.

The total number didn’t reach full capacity, only a little over ten.

Once they entered the dungeon, they directly teleported to the bonfire at the Yilushier bridge, ran all the way through Yilushier, and reached the cathedral where the boss was located.

Everyone had defeated the Phantom before, so there was no need for another challenge to proceed to the backyard. If even one team member hadn’t defeated it, everyone would need to fight again.

"Is that Pope Shalivan? Looks like a monster, how terrifying."

"I feel uncomfortable. Is he really Elderly’s collaborator, the one who attacked Yanor Londo together?"

"Such a majestic Yanor Londo, why has it become so desolate...."

Observers outside speculated.

Fingerley and his team didn’t head straight to Yanor Londo but went to light the bonfire that enabled teleportation.

It was hidden below a high platform beside Giant Street, reached by turning down after defeating the Deep Bishops, sliding down a ladder to a place like a sewer. The space wasn’t large, with no other paths. Two Alligator Ember Kings and a giant fishman resided there, defeating them allowed lighting the bonfire.

This was discovered by other members of the Crusade Team; Fingerley and his group at the time were focused on reaching Yanor Londo.

Bonfires generally symbolize reassurance, but the place they put it felt unsettling because...

In the damp, dark corner ahead of the bonfire, a grotesquely obese person wearing a Deep Bishop’s robe sat there, appearing dead.

Approaching revealed magic runes.

[Would you like to take the "Guardian of Devouring God" oath?]

"I’d take the damn oath!"

People watching the live broadcast cursed in unison, knowing full well what this oath represented, becoming Elderly’s pet dog!?

Adventurers attempted to attack the "Archbishop MacDonald," guardian of the Swallow God oath, but the sword felt like cutting into stone, an inability to destroy it. Even their attack prompted monsters to manifest, with heaps of Elderly’s flesh appearing from nowhere to assault them.

Even those who seldom ventured into dungeons felt discomfort seeing the flesh; its visual assault was overwhelmingly strong.

This too is an Ember King? Apologize to the Fran Undead Team, please!

After dealing with the flesh and leaving from the sewer bonfire, Fingerley and his group finally entered Yanor Londo.

The ruined, decaying, deathly silent city brought viewers a melancholic feeling. Someone found images from the Painting World depicting Yanor Londo and shared them in conjunction with Fingerley’s live broadcast.

The same city, different atmosphere, created an intense contrast that made people feel despondent.

How does one instill a negative sentiment towards a structure?

By showing a glimpse of past glory amidst its decay and ruin.

When the scene finally reached the Fog Gate, everyone held their breath, not making a sound, eyes glued to the scene, with only the Holy Light Church’s parade laughter echoing.

"Please, let it not be real..."

Passing through the fog gate that isolated everything, the corridor defiled by flesh churned.

When the upper half of the Shadow Sun stood up, people’s lingering hopes vanished.

"It’s over..."

A seasoned Dark Moon Sword member’s eyes became vacant, arms limply hanging.

Gwendolin had indeed been consumed by Elderly.

In the wake of this revelation, the outcome of Fingerley and his team’s battle seemed to lose importance.

For people fell into inextricable despair!

Such was the Dark Moon Oath’s darkest hour.

In the distance, Holy Light Church believers sang jubilant hymns.

Almost as if targeting this place.

Sain Dungeon, the City Lord’s room.

Gong Qiying was fiddling with something in front of the altar.

One eye watched his handiwork while the other saw the outside world, for his second body was now near the Teleportation Gate, able to view both adventurers and the Holy Light Church’s parade.

"Hmm... this should do it."

He looked at his completed "work," muttering to himself:

"Despair has been given, now hope should also appear, the method of rising by falling first should have a limit."

Moreover, the Holy Light Church’s targeting here has crossed a line.