Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1278 - 812: Pope

Scameroon, Capital, Holy Light Headquarters.

When mentioning the Holy Light Headquarters, even the most impoverished believers at the kingdom's borders will proudly lift their heads and give a disdainful smile to pagans.

Because this is the sacred place that all believers of Holy Light feel immensely proud of.

It's the birthplace where the Holy Light God made its first cry upon descending to the world; it's the church where God reached enlightenment, ascended to the heavens, and preached to the people; it's the origin of countless Holy Light legends and the resting place of many renowned Holy Light believers... this is the "Heroic Spirit Hall" in the hearts of all Holy Light believers.

Even just gazing at this sacred site from afar makes a believer's heart surge with strength and gives them energy to work all day.

Here, there are strict commandments, rational monks, dignified knights, benevolent bishops, and a harmonious atmosphere.

Even now, pilgrims continue their efforts to walk towards the Headquarters. They do not have time to watch today's broadcast; they just keep moving tirelessly, some of them already faintly seeing the walls of the capital on the horizon and the Holy Light Church towering far above them.

A smile immediately forms on the pilgrim's face, imagining all the great deeds worthy of praise happening there, even becoming intoxicated by his own imagination.

Look there, beautiful things are happening in the distance~

"Archbishop ahhhhh—"

"Resurrection ritual, resurrection ritual, resurrection ritual, my goodness, prepare the resurrection ritual quickly!"

"What evil thing did I see today! Please tell me the image is fake! Please!"

Not good things are indeed happening inside the Holy Light Headquarters.

The Archbishop, whose entire torso was sliced open with a horrific wound by the placenta of a Kos Orphan, is being rushed to treatment by extremely panicked doctors. His torso was smashed, leaving it devoid of flesh and blood, only strands of tissue connecting his shoulders, or else he'd be split in two.

This situation is akin to the literal embodiment of the word "instakill," dead beyond dead.

All the doctors are thrown into chaos because waves of casualties are emerging, and the injuries of these individuals are exceptionally severe, suffering not only severe physical trauma but also mentally shaken to an unyielding fragility, unknown what kind of unimaginable torment they had endured.

Even more despairing for the doctors is that the number of casualties is still increasing.

Due to the uprising of believers watching the Holy Light Festival broadcast within the city, regardless of whether they are furious, confused, astonished, or some other emotion causing their revolt, injured individuals are appearing continuously in droves, seriously testing the medical resources of the entire capital.

Some clerics are bewildered, some are trying to break into the Holy Light Underground City, and a few still retaining their sanity are attempting to maintain order, but facing these overly complex issues awaiting resolution, they are momentarily at a loss on how to proceed.

Preserving stability, public relations, discerning the truth… one problem after another surfaces, causing great headaches.

Words introducing Holy Light Headquarters might need an update now.

Here, there are collapsing commandments, mad monks clutching their heads, knights mostly killed or injured, an instakilled Archbishop, and a completely discordant atmosphere.

And the reason for the fragmented environment at Headquarters right now is the lack of a spokesperson.

The instakilled Archbishop awaiting resurrection needs no mention, and due to the celebration, bishops of all ranks had visited the Holy Light Underground City, naturally receiving those hateful Monsters' desires.

Due to their pitifully unlucky fate, they are all lying stiff in the Resurrection House now.

No one can dramatically turn the tide in such a critical situation; this issue is indeed severe.

Even if just an ordinary bishop came, wouldn't someone be awake!

"Scared me to death; thank goodness I didn't go down personally..."

Megan huddles in her room, shivering, from her window she can see the chaotic Headquarters.

There is indeed a bishop still alive!

Even a minor character like Megan among the bishops could be useful at times like these!

However, she absolutely wouldn't go out, absolutely wouldn't!

"Hehehe, thanks to the Sain Dungeon, I escaped this disaster." Megan let out a somewhat dark laugh.

Translating what she said means:

"Thanks to the Sain Dungeon (giving me a psychological shadow over all dungeons), I `(only use projections to enter any dungeon so I can)` escape this disaster."

Sometimes being timid is pretty useful; at least it saves your life.

But Megan's smile soon fades from her expression, replaced by intense puzzlement and fear steeped in confusion.

She curls up in the corner, hugging her knees, the wide robes unable to give her a sense of security, she can only clutch onto a pillow.

"I'm absolutely not wrong; they must be Monsters from Sain Dungeon, definitely them."

"Only its Monsters would be so evil; those Monsters are covered in the stench of Sain!"

"But why did Sain appear here… ah!"

Megan suddenly screamed, a terrible speculation formed in her mind and upon forming she instantly believed it wholeheartedly.

"It must be the Sain Dungeon coming to hunt me down!"