Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1255 - 802: Holy Light Festival (Part 2)

With the Magic Sky Curtain, we’re invincible!

Anleisi firmly believes this!

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the Holy Light Festival.

"It’s pretty impressive."

Anleisi stood on the base of the projection device, wearing a dress dominated by white with blue accents, waiting to send both her consciousness and projection to the distant headquarters.

The Church indeed wanted to use the Holy Light Festival as a morale booster, creating a festive atmosphere even in this frontline area farthest from the headquarters, with Hepa Town adorned with lights and people preparing to set off fireworks.

A few hastily assembled large screens were placed at the entrance of the church, where almost all soldiers gathered to watch the live broadcast of the Holy Light Festival together.

People were very interested in the newly coined term "live broadcast," as this technology didn’t exist before the Skyrim Strategy Group invented it. If anyone wanted to attend the festival, they could only travel to the hosting location, bearing their own travel expenses, and without assurance of safety along the way.

The army was predominantly made up of poor and ordinary people, many of whom wouldn’t leave their small plots of land their entire lives unless they joined the military. Witnessing the Holy Light Festival firsthand was supposed to be impossible for them.

Therefore, being able to behold the festival’s grandeur at this moment, some more devout believers couldn’t stop tearfully thanking the Holy Light God.

Why thank the Holy Light God? This broadcast technology wasn’t developed by the deity; thanks should be directed at the researchers.

Anleisi’s mind suddenly conjured this thought spontaneously, without considering it inappropriate. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The projection device emitted waves of Magic Power, indicating that the control panel on the other side had sent a signal, and she released her mental reception to follow its guidance.

The next moment, her brain felt as if traversing multiple Teleportation Gates, with noisy sounds filling her ears.

"Lady Anleisi, you may open your eyes now."

Upon hearing these words, she opened her eyes to see many familiar or unfamiliar faces, yet without exception, all were vital figures within the Church.

Anleisi adeptly greeted them with the appropriate etiquette, skilled at socializing, while subtly observing her surroundings.

Then she hesitated, forgetting to respond to a bishop’s greeting.

Where she was now seemed like the Heaven in mythological legends, with white clouds beneath her feet, and the guests passing through gates shimmering with artistic golden hues behind her. Before her stood the warm yellow Great Cathedral bathed in Holy Light, its architectural style distinct from existing churches, exuding an ancient aroma.

A high platform was erected in front of the Great Cathedral, and a choir composed entirely of children praised the Holy Light God with pure voices. Elegantly attired guests conversed appropriately amidst the holy melodies, while child Spiritual Bodies with wings occasionally appeared, laughing as they passed by.

To uninformed strangers, this place could indeed be mistaken for paradise, but Anleisi understood where she was.

"Isn’t this the Holy Light Underground City?"

The scene before her was truly surprising; she had thought she would appear in a private garden or a solemn church of a bishop.

This time the festival’s main site was actually the Holy Light Underground City?

Who suggested it? Quite retro, and I remember there aren’t many conservatives left.

Based on her understanding of the Holy Light Underground City, Anleisi recalled this deep region of the Holy Light Underground City named the "Holy Light Baptism Hall," supposedly the ceremonial site where ancient Holy Light believers cleansed their bodies post mortem for ascension to Heaven, and the traditional venue for the Holy Light Festival.

Among numerous Dungeons, the Holy Light Underground City was regarded as special.

Unlike other occasionally rampant Dungeons, its behavior is rather... should we say tame?

The Holy Light Underground City undergoes transformation on the day of the Holy Light Festival, taking on this current form—monsters lose their aggressiveness, entrance becomes unlimited, and stepping through the Teleportation Gate leads straight to the Holy Light Baptism Hall, with pure Holy Light descending at noon to baptize attendees, possibly enhancing their Holy Light affinity, considered a blessing from the Holy Light God.

It is only natural that the Church chooses this place for the festival’s venue.

While it’s still early before noon, the festival ambiance is relaxed; Anleisi wanders here, the projection device having been modified by the Church for an expanded reach, covering the Holy Light Baptism Hall.

"Maybe being bathed in Holy Light could enhance my aptitude, but wait, I’m here as a projection; can the Holy Light even work?"

If I had known it was in the Holy Light Underground City, I would’ve come physically!

Anleisi did not harbor any thoughts of regret; for some reason, the powerful intuition bestowed by her Heroic Power sensed warning in this seemingly peaceful environment.

"It’s like something bad is about to happen...."

But this is the headquarters for the Church and the Three Great Religions, with the highest protective forces present.

What danger could possibly occur here?

A crisp Holy Bell sound echoed nearby, as a bishop ascended the stage to extend welcome to the guests.

Alongside his voice and actions, various unique monsters gracefully surrounded him and synchronized their movements, creating a rather mystical live effect.

Would the Holy Light Underground City’s monsters actually coordinate to participate in a performance?

Anleisi buried her intuitive warnings deep inside, cautiously vigilant of her surroundings while enjoyably watching the bishop and Holy Light Underground City’s remarkable presentation.

Meanwhile, in the Holy Light Underground City, the Dungeon Lord’s room.

"Add sixteen more Golden-winged Holy Law Bats to enhance the atmosphere here."

"Let the virtual image of the Golden Giant Dragon soar across the sky, with two dragons intersecting in flight."

"Increase surrounding Holy Light, and release a large amount of Flash when the bishop’s speech reaches its climax behind him."

"Dammit, why is this guy’s speech pace so slow? The Golden Flowers are growing too early, slow them down!"

The Holy Light Underground City’s Dungeon Lord, "Follower," was busily orchestrating everything in the Dungeon Lord Panel, managing the number of monsters, their appearance timing, and environmental special effects... everything Anleisi found peculiar was actually orchestrated by him.

He was the ultimate special effects master of the entire Holy Light Underground City!

The atmosphere he crafted was indeed impressive, evident by his mastery of the craft honed over hundreds of years as a live special effects artist!

Not just him; previous Holy Light Underground City Lords operated similarly, maintaining the tradition.

"This being a crucial Church event, as a Church member, I can’t afford any mishaps at this moment."

Though sweat dripped from his forehead, Follower felt cheerful and joyous.

He immensely enjoyed participating in every Church affair, to the point of obsession, as he was once a Fanatic Level believer.

Moreover, organizing the Holy Light Festival met another of his objectives.

"Absorbing these attendees’ spiritual power finally helps to compensate for recent deficits," he sighed, "It’s becoming quite unsustainable."

The entire day he must diligently perform as the special effects master here.

"Hold on, there’s still one thing I forgot to do."

Quickening his operational pace with one hand, Follower freed the other hand to select "Sain Dungeon" from the contact interface on the Dungeon Lord Panel.

With swift strokes, he sent over today’s quota of death battle requests, something now ingrained in his daily routine to intensify defiance against pressured foreign Dungeons.

Still a death match, immediately effective, repeatedly conveying resolute determination until victorious resistance against external Dungeons.

"Alright, now I can peacefully enjoy the festival."