Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1257 - 803: Sorry, My Hand Slipped_2

"Father, Mother, in this life, I can witness the Holy Light Festival, it is worth it..."

"In the name of the Holy Light above, praise the Holy Light, I see the gates of Heaven slowly opening for me!"

"Haha, Heaven only invites warriors who die bravely in battle, you're not qualified yet."

"Then I'll bravely kill the enemy! Where is the rebel army!"

These soldiers... they are truly fanatical.

Kaius watched the soldiers under his command suddenly become so excited, feeling that these people seemed a bit unfamiliar all of a sudden.

The Holy Light Festival being organized like this...

Could be called excellent, right.

He couldn't evaluate it carefully; giving positive feedback didn't quite match his thoughts, and negative feedback seemed a bit unfair to his commission.

At that moment, a flicker of electricity seemed to flash through his mind, and he suddenly looked up at the sky, as if he felt something was off.

But there was nothing unusual in the sky, blue sky, white clouds, flickering magic sky curtain, everything was operating normally.

When he raised his head, the sense of discord he vaguely detected vanished without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Am I overthinking it? The environment is inherently noisy now.

He lowered his head again, refocusing his attention on the live broadcast of the festival on the screen.

Compared to Kaius, who could still focus on the festival, Anleisi, participating in the festival in projected form, seemed a bit paranoid.

The main reason was that the ominous premonition in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

It was like being targeted by some ominous presence, and yet the atmosphere around was so peaceful, making it impossible to predict what might happen next.

This situation was more torturous than having a disaster brought directly before her, yet she couldn't leave, because she had an important speech to make as a Hero.

More importantly, the Church had paid her a significant sum for it.

On one hand, there was the increasingly strong ominous premonition, on the other, professional ethics, and the conflict between the two ultimately led her to seek out the most authoritative figure here.

The Holy Light Archbishop.

He was currently at the forefront among the guests, happily conversing with leaders from other churches, exuding the aura of someone in power with every gesture.

The hierarchy within the Holy Light Church was quite simple, with major categories only including the Pope, Archbishop, and bishops. Aside from the unique position of Pope, the others had multiple holders.

However, the Pope of the Holy Light Church had not been seen for a long time, and some new believers had never even seen him, turning the Pope into a symbolic figure.

The one who truly held power within the church was the Holy Light Archbishop.

He exercised the power that belonged to the Pope in the name of Archbishop.

"The western front's situation is quite favorable; the druids from our Return to Forest Church have made indelible contributions, causing the rebel army's combat power to collapse at the first touch. But, Dark Moon, I've heard your situation isn't as good."

"Our Dark Moon Church's northern line... hehe, although it's a bit difficult, those monstrous Dark Moon Swords will eventually be defeated by us, mere adventurers are nothing to worry about."

"Hahaha, today don't bother with those things. At the festival, just relax and be grateful for the Holy Light."

The conversation of the Archbishop and others could be heard coming from the front, openly without any concealment, anyone getting closer could hear it.

"Archbishop, there's something we need to discuss."

Anleisi weaved through the crowd, finally reaching the forefront closest to the stage, interrupting the Archbishop's conversation with others.

The appearance of the Archbishop was that of a middle-aged man with a slight beard, exuding boundless energy, looking quite kind with a unique arrogance hidden in his eyes.

"What's the matter, our Hero?"

Although the pleasant conversation was interrupted, the Archbishop asked with a gentle tone that would make anyone favorably disposed, sounding less like a high-ranking Archbishop and more like a successful, well-rounded middle-aged office worker living next door.

"Is this your Hero? It's my first time seeing her face to face; I didn't expect her to be so young," someone from the Return to Forest Church said in surprise.

"She seems like a good warrior seedling; she is fated with my Dark Moon," the person from the Dark Moon Church sounded as if they were calculating something.

Anleisi silently took a few steps away from the woman, glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then leaned in closer to the Archbishop, lowering her voice to say:

"My intuition is warning me."

"..."

The Archbishop's expression did not change; his face still wore a smiling look. He glanced at the other two who also heard the words, then nodded and said:

"The festival is of paramount importance to the Church, it cannot be disrupted by incidents."

He discreetly used magic to send a signal, summoning his concealed guards to deal with the warning Anleisi mentioned, at least to scout the surroundings thoroughly.

But after a few seconds without a response, he realized that his current concealed guards hadn't been fully trained; they seemed not to understand what his gestures meant.

The Archbishop's face finally darkened a bit, he summoned the guards and instructed them with a few words, assigning the task.

Originally, the concealed guards around him were very effective; it was all Bright Light's fault, that traitor, defected and even took a large group of female believers, including concealed guards.