"And then this debate turned into a siege against the worshippers?" Leon said without looking up from the notes in his hand: "To be honest, if I had to do the work too, I wouldn’t be able to stand those who do nothing, but the people of Scameroon are going too far now."

Luluwo shrugged, "There’s nothing we can do. We don’t practice any religion—even if we believed in gods, it wouldn’t be in the traditional sense, so I can’t really understand these people."

So far, the speeches of the World Serpent Furaamte have miraculously sparked numerous conflicts in Scameroon, plunging people in many areas into chaos.

Some people used these speeches to denounce the worshippers, some people fueled the fire for their amusement by spreading the news further, some spread rumors, and some started to incite trouble in crowds.

In short, it seems like Sain Dungeon has become the weapon for people to denounce those with religious faith.

It was at this moment that Luluwo and the others realized that there were numerous people on the land of Scameroon who also disliked religion, and that the Sain Dungeon had become their long spear.

Yet, the faithful followers did not have a corresponding shield and were slaughtered to the point of discarding their helmets and armor.

The entire public opinion environment in Scameroon about faith exploded as if a bomb had been thrown.

"However, for some reason, there hasn’t been any response from the areas controlled by the Three Great Religions."

Fingerley seemed to realize something and said: "We also sent people to the areas controlled by the Three Great Religions to spread these things, trying to disrupt their order, but up till now, there hasn’t even been a response from the people we sent...."

"The Three Great Religions are surely up to something; the recent atmosphere is really too eerie. Our Skyrim Strategy Group has already withdrawn the base in Hepa Town, even staying here for just one night feels unsafe."

The rebel army, by relying on great cutting tactics, managed to minimize the impact on their side for the time being. Initially, they hoped to use this to undermine the Three Great Religions’ base, but not a single response has come from the extensive area controlled by the Three Great Religions.

After Furaamte’s remarks spread over, it was like touching the ripples of an iceberg, with absolutely no effect.

This departure from logic heightened the rebel army’s vigilance to the utmost.

At this moment, Dal, who had been pondering over something silently, suddenly looked up and said:

"If you want to kill a god, then how about letting people forget him?"

This sudden statement made the other three fall silent; eventually, Luluwo shook her head and said:

"What does a god have to do with us? Aren’t we here to discuss the Dungeon?"

Her words suddenly pulled back the topic that had been gradually diverging.

However, upon delving into this topic, the previously decent atmosphere suddenly dipped into a low point, and no one spoke.

All four of them lowered their heads, and if this scene were portrayed in an anime, there might be a black aura representing the gloomy atmosphere floating above them.

Luluwo, knowing the situation, could only muster a very bitter smile.

Because the four teams they represented had all encountered a few "little problems" in the process of advancing through the Sain Dungeon.

"Well, since we all know that everyone’s having problems, let’s not hide anything, and just say it outright, how about I count to three-two-one?" Luluwo spread her hands and said.

The others silently nodded.

"Three."

Leon placed his hand on the mask covering his face.

"Two."

Fingerley pinched the glove on his right hand.

"One."

Luluwo also grabbed the tall hat she was wearing.

As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them simultaneously took off these items.

Luckily, they were currently in a private room, otherwise, the circumstances they were about to display would surely astonish passersby.

When they saw each other’s appearances, Leon, Fingerley, and Luluwo couldn’t help but exclaim.

"You look like a debauched playboy, Leon."

Luluwo, with several disgusting "tumors" atop her head that resembled eggs, couldn’t help but comment.

"Those things on your head are so disgusting, better put your hat on to cover them up—if I keep looking, I won’t be able to eat dinner."

Leon, who looked pale as death, quickly averted his gaze, his voice so weak it floated in the air.

"The crystals on my hand look quite cool though, way better than both of yours."

Fingerley waved his left hand with the right hand growing transparent blue crystal clusters. Setting the bizarreness aside, the crystal clusters growing on his arm looked like a crystal arm armor and were even a bit attractive.

"Except this arm is completely immobilized now; I feel quite like Artorias."

Dal glanced at him, thought for a moment, and pointed at his own bloodshot eyes, a testament to the long hours he had been working.

It seemed as if he was the least injured among the group.

If not everyone knew their physical abnormalities stemmed from the Sain Dungeon, they might think it was a meeting of the maimed and impaired.

At Leon’s insistence, Luluwo put her hat back on to cover the eggs on her head. She also cast a sensory blocking spell on herself, because the things were so unbearably itchy, it drove one to want to scratch their brains out.

"Let me start then," she sighed, her beautiful face full of concern: "The issue I encountered in the Demon Relics is this—people get inexplicably poisoned from unknown sources, and eggs keep forming on their heads so fast that no one can react in time."

Talking about this made her grit her teeth.

"It’s so disgusting, how did those egg carriers under White Spider stand it? Now, I don’t even dare to go to balls!"

For anyone who loves looking good, having eggs on their head is completely unacceptable!

Luluwo deeply understood the sadistic humor of Sain Dungeon.

Because of the interference of those eggs on their heads, their exploration in the Demon Relics was greatly hindered.

No one can leave Sain Dungeon with a smile.

"As for me, the death miasma saturating the Giant Tomb keeps weakening me, and even leaving the Dungeon does not escape its effect."

Leon pointed at his bloodless, pale face, unable to stop sighing and shaking his head.

"The Giant Tomb is even more perilous than I anticipated. Inside, the death miasma from Tomb King Nite wafts up unexpectedly, and there is no predicting when the winds will occur. Without cover, you’re dead."

The effect of the death miasma is to place those killed by it into a state of extreme physical weakness. If Leon checks his level at the bonfire now, he’d probably see the ’Life’ level halved.

Unfortunately, aside from naturally wearing off over time, no other solutions have been found to remove the effect. It is extremely troublesome.

"I was with Leon," Dal said.

The blood in his eyes resulted from being too engrossed in exploring the dungeon with Leon, accumulating too much fatigue.

"Is it my turn now?"

Fingerley raised his crystallized arm.

The arm’s crystals looked familiar; if one changed the color of the Crystal Elder’s crystals, they would’ve looked exactly the same.

He said with a nostalgic tone:

"The reason my arm looks so beautiful is that my exploration talent is too strong; I found the Duke’s Library right away."

"Then... directly ran into the White Dragon Heiss."