Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1258 - 803: Sorry, My Hand Slipped_3

He hated the Bright Light to death!

"Please stay here, Anleisi. This place, bathed in Holy Light, is where you belong."

The meaning behind the Archbishop's words was clear: he wanted Anleisi to remain here to handle any sudden events. The Hero's combat power was enough to deal with most dangers.

Who would dare cause trouble here? It's unimaginable, right?

As time ticked by, the atmosphere on site grew increasingly lively and harmonious. The divine worship ceremonies concluded one after another, and the celebratory music grew louder. Just as noon was about to be reached, the most important Holy Light Baptism ceremony was about to begin. The Archbishop needed to give a speech at this moment.

Anleisi's premonition grew stronger, but right at that moment, she felt a wave of magic power in the air. Someone was using magic to communicate with the Archbishop, but she intercepted it.

[Successfully captured three assassins sent by the traitor Bright Light; all dangerous items have been disposed of.]

Did someone really dare cause trouble at the celebration?

The Archbishop's smile grew wider. He turned to look at the slightly startled Anleisi, even raising his glass in a toast to her.

Now, the hidden dangers had vanished, and the celebration could proceed happily.

The Archbishop drained the deep red wine in his glass, wearing a confident expression, and ascended the high platform under the Holy Light.

The entire venue fell silent. The people simultaneously quieted, looking at the Archbishop with reverent gazes.

"With the Holy Light above, on this day marked by the birth of the Holy Light God, we celebrate with a heart devoted to the truest faith in the Holy Light. Noon is near, and the Holy Light will descend!"

The Archbishop's speech surely could make every believer cheer and applaud. Given the elimination of potential threats, his confidence made his speech even more inspiring.

The dome of the Holy Light Baptism Hall was a large stained-glass window, its colorful light spilling onto the high platform, filled with sanctity.

But, Anleisi's expression changed.

No, her warning wasn't gone! In fact, it was growing, growing even more!

In the City Lord's room, the follower was meticulously manipulating the City Lord Panel, observing the Archbishop's speech and estimating the timing. Finally, he judged it was time.

"Now is the time to unleash the strongest Holy Light, and create the atmosphere of the Holy Light God's presence. That will complete the celebration."

He saw the Archbishop raising his arms high, shouting devoutly:

"Welcome the descent of the Holy Light!"

"This is it!"

The follower's large hand pressed towards the City Lord Panel!

This is the climax! Let's push the celebration to its peak!

Praise the Holy Light God, praise the Holy Light!

[The Sain Dungeon has accepted your death battle invitation]

[The death battle commences immediately]

Like a virus, the pop-up suddenly blocked the follower's finger and the City Lord Panel, acting like an impenetrable Shield that made his movements stiffen.

"..."

The follower was stunned for a moment, then it took him a few seconds to react to what had just appeared, his mouth slowly opening wide.

"What!!!???"

The faith note from Sain Dungeon floated in, with only a piece of paper, not even an envelope, bearing scribbled big characters:

[Sorry, slipped hand] 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Meanwhile, the Archbishop's gesture of raised arms froze mid-air, waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the Holy Light to descend, leaving him a bit embarrassed.

No, where is the Holy Light? It would normally descend at this time.

Holy Light Underground City, what are you doing? Is there a malfunction or has something else happened?

The Archbishop looked up at the stained dome with eyes full of confusion and bewilderment.

The Holy Light still hadn't descended, but....

"Bang——"

In the next moment, the colorful dome shattered with a boom.