Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1155 - 750: Robbery, Sain! (Part 2)

The town appeared to have been through countless wars, with hardly any original buildings left. Everywhere were signs of magical repairs.

The good thing about the Magic World is that infrastructure, once damaged, can be repaired quickly without the need for a lengthy waiting process. Civil Engineering Magicians have very secure employment.

All sorts of flags fluttered on the city walls, indicating the mixed factions gathered in this town, each with their own territory.

Here is the encampment area for the forces called the rebel army by the Holy Light Church. The rebel army stationed here could be considered the headquarters for this battlefield.

Since the rebel army is composed of various churches, their leaders are bound to be diverse bishops. These bishops reside here, planning the next war actions.

And now, within the fortress where these bishops have gathered, people are engaged in endless debates over one matter.

"The Dark Moon Church has been attacked. Now is a great opportunity to strike and defeat them in one fell swoop. Let's send the troops quickly!"

"I think the Holy Light Church might increase their counterattack as a result, but you're right, we need to send troops and prepare to resist the enemy."

"Well said, then our Starfire Church reluctantly will help everyone collect materials in Sain, leaving the chance to shine and slay the enemy to all."

"..."

With these words, the fortress, which was full of discussing voices just now, suddenly quieted down for a moment.

Then, the group of people present, all at least fifty years old, slowly turned their heads to look at the speaker from the Starfire Church, who appeared to be a rather agreeable old man.

Then—

"Nonsense! We're the ones who should be collecting the materials!" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"You old codger trying to outpace us!?"

"Don't delude yourself here, old fool!"

Vinsmo, one of the bishops of the Starfire Church and the head responsible for the church affairs here, quickly shook his hand, appearing frightened by the crowd's reaction, his snowy goat beard shaking as he said:

"Oh dear, why are you all so hot-tempered? Aren't we supposed to rank contributions based on the number of enemies slain? We were all planning to give up the chance this time."

Saying this, he suddenly showed a "I get it now" expression, clapped his hands, and said:

"I understand, you're still worried about not being able to compete with our church, right? Don't worry, I'll send all our people to the Sain Dungeon wholeheartedly to gather materials for everyone and ensure benefits, okay? We'll come out after you're done fighting."

"..."

The scene was enveloped in a deathly silence. If the monsters from the Silent Land came over here, they'd fear they wouldn't survive an hour, and would instantly turn into gentle, harmless pets.

"Hold me down, I'm afraid I'll beat this guy."

"Hold me too, I'm getting angry."

"Shall we go together?"

Two middle-aged men were speaking, with attire considered very unusual by common standards. Called middle-aged because they couldn't be classified as elderly based solely on appearance.

One man was covered in explosive muscles, this Indestructible-like body was hidden under a cloak woven from various green leaves, which was hard to consider clothing, his skin decorated with various obscure runes, and the ram's head staff in his hand emitted a foul odor.

His outfit and manner made him look like someone who's excellent at singing, dancing, and putting on a divine show, and his dance moves would probably be quite peculiar.

This was the bishop of the Wilderness Church, believing in the God of Nature, considered a druid, skilled in things related to poison.

The other was equally robust, but wore relatively normal clothing, though various gems and gold were embedded on the surface, making him appear glittering like a walking jewelry store when light hit him.

This attire is something even the wealthy of the Warrior Country would not dare to wear because, despite being influenced by Dragon Blood to favor gold and silver, their basic aesthetic standards are passable!

This was the bishop of the Golden God Sect, believing in the Golden God, a berserker who liked to throw gems at people.

When Vinsmo feigned ignorance and said these words, the two bishops with the most explosive tempers couldn't hold back their fury.

The other church leaders seated in the conference hall, although not as intense, also conveyed an attitude:

[You go to war, I'll go to Sain]

This is simply a matter that does not require more debate, because anyone of normal intelligence knows that going to the unexplored new areas of the Sain Dungeon at this moment is undoubtedly hugely beneficial!

But constrained by the current situation, none can ignore the battlefield and all rush off to the Sain Dungeon for treasures, so the number of people able to go is surely limited.

Today's meeting theme was focusing on exactly who, when, and how to go to the Sain Dungeon.

"If possible, our Golden God Sect is willing to undertake this duty everyone hates."

"No, no, treasure hunting should be under the will of the gods. Our God of Nature can protect the treasure hunters, we should go."

"Move aside, our church should go to the Sain Dungeon; I can hear it calling my name!"

Initially, everyone expressed their opinions, "orderly" and "reasonably" arguing why they should go to the Sain Dungeon, the scene seeming fiery but still rational, aligning with public expectations of high-level negotiations.

Then, after a while, singing and dancing sounds emerged from the conference hall.

Specifically, the Wilderness Bishop danced while performing divine rituals, showing his side's determination to have Sain, mingling with poison mushroom powder mid-dance, which directly affected weaker individuals, causing them to join in the singing and dancing rampage, meanwhile, the Golden Bishop loudly shouted while punching down the foolish ones.

Vinsmo sat in this chaotic conference hall, despite maintaining a smiling face outwardly, the corners of his somewhat withered lips from old age twitching.

Honestly, although he really didn't want to admit it, these guys are part of the leadership of the rebel army standing firmly against the forces and three major churches all this time.

Even knowing that involving religion would make the scene odd, he didn't expect the scene to become this chaotic and frenzied.

How have we persisted until now without being crushed?

Vinsmo's corners twitched while pondering.

To gain a voice in a group that already treats abnormal as normal, he must force himself into abnormality although he was originally relatively normal.

Then, let's begin!

For my Starfire Church, for my Fire God Gwyn, it's time to engage in a battle of wits with the learned!

Vinsmo voluntarily bestowed himself a handful of poison mushroom powder, then joined the chaotic power shift after shaking his head and wobbling around.

The guards outside listened to the noises coming from the conference hall, not feeling surprised, and even showing envious eyes, as if envying these people who could play so exuberantly.

After an unknown duration of "debate," when the sun rose again and ascended to the center of the sky, the conference hall doors finally swung open.

Blood-soaked Vinsmo staggered out, raising the victor's arm high.

The finalized team heading to Sain was led by the Starfire Church as the undisputed main force, with the Wilderness Church, capable of sensing nearby treasures, as support.

A team with the clear objective, solely created for looting the Sain Dungeon, was established.

Meanwhile.

"I reckon, we might be able to lure the Black Knight out and slaughter the Demon."

Already deep in the Sain Dungeon, Hevi observed the Charming Branch in his hand, muttering to himself.