Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1161 - 754: A Familiar Face Under the Holy Light

The camp of the Holy Light Church is noticeably better than that of the rebel army.

Normal fortresses, normal tents, and even the grandest and most magnificent mobile church, which can transform at any time and extend countless magic cannon barrels from within, is truly a siege weapon.

Patrols formed by a large number of soldiers circle the camp day and night, and horse-drawn carriages of various sizes carrying different goods come and go. Devout believers follow, offering their possessions, and leave with happy faces.

Faith and war coexist at this moment within this camp.

Even when the war reaches its most difficult moments, the internal order of the camp has never been disrupted, and everyone bathes equally under the Holy Light, everything proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Yet today, this rare tranquility is shattered because—

"It's Kaius, they've returned, quickly open the gates to welcome them!"

"Wait, why don't I see the Magic-guided Celestial Horse, were they unable to recover it successfully?"

"Something's wrong, why are all the knights injured?"

The Holy Light Knights led by Kaius returned at this moment, dragging their weary and wounded bodies, and their miserable appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the camp.

Then it caused an uproar among the crowd.

Because they had never seen this elite team, filled with heroes, appear so battered and in such a sorry state.

Even their armor was gone! Only a thin lining remained! Some only had tattered clothing left!

Kaius and Anleisi looked relatively better, at least their armor was somewhat intact, but their expressions were also very grim.

What's going on, did they encounter an unprecedentedly strong enemy this time?

Not even the largest action Starfire Church ever launched against Kaius and his team left them looking so miserable; who exactly was the enemy?

"We need to see the bishop!"

Anleisi, on horseback, bent down to grab a soldier who was dumbstruck by shock, her pretty face filled with fatigue and faint anger.

"The-The bishop is in the church, he is praying..." the soldier stammered in fright.

"Get my companions settled, they need rest."

She threw the bag slung over her horse to the ground, its contents scattering everywhere upon impact.

Green Flower Grass, Living Dead Soldiers helmets, Flame Pots, bone powder, dung blocks...

Due to the widespread circulation of potions made from Green Flower Grass in the army, coupled with long-term exposure, the soldier recognized these items and naturally knew their origins.

He was stunned upon seeing these items, for the Green Flower Grass seemed very... fresh?

The soil clinging to the roots was even still wet; this was freshly unearthed quality!

Where on earth did it come from?

Although she noticed the soldier's question, Anleisi did not have the leisure to explain the whole story to him.

After issuing an order to her Holy Light Knights to disperse and rest, she turned and walked toward where the bishop was.

As for Kaius, he was not adept at reporting work, and having exerted himself the most during the journey, his sister insisted he quickly go rest.

They had been running on foot for half a day and only sped up upon luckily finding horses, eventually making it back just now.

This was already much later than the originally scheduled return time, and there were already many discussions in the camp. Now, with their battered return, who knows how many more rumors will spread within the camp.

"Boom—"

Anleisi bit her lip and pushed open the heavy church door.

Behind the door was the statue of the Holy Light God overlooking the entrant, soft light casting down from its head, imparting a layer of divine meaning onto the statue.

And beneath the statue, a young woman dressed in a pure white robe was gazing up at the statue, her dazzling golden hair intricately arranged and appearing quite beautiful under the light.

She was the bishop of the Holy Light Church commanding this camp:

Megan Basque 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Megan heard the commotion behind her but did not turn her head, maintaining a posture of prayer with her hands clasped together, the beads made of crystal in her hands glinting under the light. She asked with her eyes closed, "Encountered trouble?"

Anleisi regarded this exceptionally young woman among the bishops, who attained her position at such a young age, something many dreamed of.

There were quite a few legends about Megan within the Church.

Some said she was of unknown origin yet favored by the Pope, there must be an undisclosed significant background behind her.

Others said Megan was actually the Pope's illegitimate daughter, brought out now to earn achievements and gold plating when the time was ripe.

Still, some acknowledged Megan's management abilities, considering her a good administrator, but felt it was too soon for her to be a bishop.

Anleisi had no particular feelings toward her, their relationship was simply one of collaboration, just colleagues.

From the moment she met Megan, the latter always wore a serene and elegant smile, conducting affairs unhurriedly and without panic, exuding graceful composure, never appearing flustered.

It felt like nothing in this world could make her show a flustered expression, right?

Anleisi took a deep breath and said, "We encountered Sain Dungeon."

"Crash!"

The crystal beads in Megan's hand abruptly fell to the ground, the string breaking and the beads rolling everywhere.

"Huh?" Anleisi's eyes widened in surprise, what did she just see?

"...A slip of the hand," Megan didn't turn around, making it hard to see her expression, but she slowly uttered these words after a long while, "I see, Sain Dungeon appeared, and then?"

Did I just see her trembling???

Anleisi tilted her head in confusion, what was going on? Could Sain Dungeon lead this famously composed bishop to lose her composure unprecedentedly?

But she quickly adjusted herself, suppressing her curiosity, and recounted everything she witnessed during their journey and within Sain Dungeon.

"..."

Megan responded with prolonged silence.

Finally, when staying silent any longer was impossible, she slowly said:

"Zhe Yang, ahem, I see..."

Did I just hear her voice crack???

Anleisi felt as if these past few days had been cursed, even Bishop Megan was acting strangely.

Then, Megan, having composed herself, spoke as she usually would, "This matter is indeed important, you did well, Anleisi. It's rare that you all returned safely from that dungeon... Go rest, you must be exhausted. The actions against that dungeon will need discussion with the Pope and the bishops."

She turned and revealed a serene smile, like a breath of spring.

Anleisi nodded, feeling that the bishop had returned to her normal self, then turned to leave.

Once she departed and the doors were closed,

"Thud!"

Megan, like her legs went numb, collapsed to the ground, gasping with her clasped hands trembling slightly, she muttered to herself:

"That Demon... why is it here..."