Scaroon, Capital, Holy Light Headquarters.
When ntioning 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 imnsely 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 enlightennt, 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 commandnts, 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 ti to watch today's broadcast; they just keep moving tirelessly, so of them already faintly seeing the walls of the capital on the horizon and the Holy Light Church towering far above them.
A smile imdiately 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 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 treatnt by extrely 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 embodint of the word "instakill," dead beyond dead.
All the doctors are thrown into chaos because waves of casualties are erging, and the injuries of these individuals are exceptionally severe, suffering not only severe physical trauma but also ntally shaken to an unyielding fragility, unknown what kind of unimaginable tornt 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 so other emotion causing their revolt, injured individuals are appearing continuously in droves, seriously testing the dical resources of the entire capital.
So clerics are bewildered, so 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 montarily 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 commandnts, mad monks clutching their heads, knights mostly killed or injured, an instakilled Archbishop, and a completely discordant atmosphere.
And the reason for the fragnted environnt at Headquarters right now is the lack of a spokesperson.
The instakilled Archbishop awaiting resurrection needs no ntion, 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 ca, wouldn't soone be awake!
"Scared to death; thank goodness I didn't go down personally..."
gan 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 gan among the bishops could be useful at tis like these!
However, she absolutely wouldn't go out, absolutely wouldn't!
"Hehehe, thanks to the Sain Dungeon, I escaped this disaster." gan let out a sowhat dark laugh.
Translating what she said ans:
"Thanks to the Sain Dungeon (giving a psychological shadow over all dungeons), I `(only use projections to enter any dungeon so I can)` escape this disaster."
Sotis being timid is pretty useful; at least it saves your life.
But gan's smile soon fades from her expression, replaced by intense puzzlent 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!"
gan suddenly scread, a terrible speculation ford in her mind and upon forming she instantly believed it wholeheartedly.
"It must be the Sain Dungeon coming to hunt down!"
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