Chapter 394 The Shadow Sun is Dead!

Chapter 394 The Shadow Sun is Dead!

The Adventurer's Guild should be the first to make the news about Aldridge public, right?

Those gold-level adventurers who participated in the expedition are also very likely.

Maybe they are a group of unknown adventurers who are lucky enough.

Wait, why is it the Holy Light Church!?

Luluwo's ​​expression now was very surprised. She had thought of many ways in which the news would be revealed, and had also thought of many people's reactions.

The only thing I didn’t expect was that this news was actually leaked by the Church of Holy Light?

Where do these guys get their information from?

She wanted to get closer to take a look, but Elsa on the other side was walking towards the dessert shop. She looked hungry. After her emotions were burned out, she became loyal to her desires.

Luluwo looked around and saw that a large number of adventurers had surrounded the temporary platform built by the Holy Light believers. She couldn't get closer even if she wanted to. She could only drink a bottle of Hearing Ears potion and take care of Elsa while listening to the movements on the stage.

To be honest, what those Holy Light believers said was actually quite meaningless.

It's the same old phrases over and over again, like "Your Gwyndolin is dead!", "Come and believe in the Holy Light that is increasingly showing its miracles", "The God of Light is issuing oracles", etc. To be honest, it makes people drowsy after listening to them for too long, and they don't even have the slightest desire to join the religion.

It couldn't be blamed on their lack of speaking skills. Although these people wore the iconic warm-colored robes of the Church of Holy Light, they were not actually wearing the Holy Light badges that belonged to the church and were only owned by "insiders" of the church.

In other words, these people are civilian believers of the Holy Light Church and are not "official" at all!

What they did may just be out of their inner desire to safeguard their beliefs, but their cultural level and speaking skills were lacking, which resulted in them only being able to repeat the same things over and over again when they stood on the stage.

But unfortunately, the content of their repetitive conversation was so explosive that everyone who came out of the dungeon came over here to watch.

For a moment, the crowd gathered in the audience, and if you didn't say anything, you would have thought that an archbishop was out on parade.

The adventurers who just came out of the dungeon would definitely not believe the news that "Gwyndolin is dead" told by these believers of the Church of the Holy Light. This is definitely a deliberate smear by the Church of the Holy Light.

However, the believers directly released the video to the public without even saying anything, and those who questioned them fell silent after watching it.

This incident quickly fermented among the crowd, and the waves were getting higher and higher. As the dungeon was completely closed and all the adventurers returned from the dungeon, public opinion exploded directly!

Some adventurers' brains crashed, some knelt on the ground and beat their chests and howled, and some cursed angrily. Of course, these were the reactions of the Darkmoon Swords who had the greatest respect for the Shadow Sun.

More people showed some sadness, sympathy, and regret. They had heard of Gwyndolin's story to some extent, and had a good impression of a god with a strong sense of responsibility. In addition, the recent activity of the Darkmoon Sword Oath was almost regarded by them as a sign that Gwyndolin was about to awaken and come. Then suddenly, a video of him being eaten alive by a very evil-looking Lord of Cinder appeared.

There are also many people who have no reaction and are just watching the fun. The emergence of the Sion dungeon has greatly enriched the spiritual life of these people. There are exciting things to watch almost every day, which is really the best comfort for workers who have been tired all day.

There were also people who had long been unhappy with the Dark Moon Sword and were gloating over its misfortune. The Holy Light believers in the crowd also joined in the shouting, but their shouting was countered by those who admired the Dark Moon, and it turned into a fierce quarrel, with even a tendency towards violence.

In short, this small town hastily built around the portal was in complete chaos.

Elsa was sitting at the door of the dessert shop, nibbling on a dessert. The carved, rusty iron rings on her fingers were covered in cream, and she paid no attention to the noisy crowd.

"Oh, I knew there would be trouble," Luluwo stood nearby and watched the whole process, shaking her head. "If this happens, I guess these few days will be busy."

She was one of those who felt sorry about Gwyndolin being devoured. After all, the Darkmoon Sword invaded her every now and then, which made it difficult for her to truly like Darkmoon. She just showed enough respect for the gods like a normal person.

She also didn't expect the Dark Moon Swords' reaction to be so great.

She also saw people rushing into the dungeon recklessly, but the closed portal only caused them to fall.

After thinking for a while, Luluwo covered Elsa's eyes with her hands.

The children are still young and their feelings have yet to be nurtured, so it is better for them not to watch such chaotic scenes.

Things were getting more and more serious, and the audience was in complete chaos. The Holy Light believers on the stage looked at each other, and everyone had a red glow of excitement on their face. This was the first time in their lives that they received so much attention, and it was probably the only time in their lives!

They were still thinking about fanning the flames and making more noise, but at this moment, someone stared at them angrily and shouted:

"Even if Shadow Sun is dead, you are not a dog that can insult him!"

"Brothers, go ahead and tear their mouths apart!"

The smiles of the Holy Light believers suddenly disappeared, and they retreated in panic. Even the photo stone that was projecting the image was knocked to the ground. The rioting Dark Moon Swords surrounded them, and were about to punch and kick them to send them to heaven to meet the God of Holy Light.

"Stop!" At this moment, a loud voice came, "What are you doing? Why are you so agitated!"

People thought that the guards had arrived, but when they turned around, they saw a few Holy Light Knights wrapped like iron cans in heavy armor, giving off a very oppressive feeling.

The person who just shouted "Stop" was Albud, who had followed Leon and the others to the first visit to Sean.

His loud voice and stern face were intimidating. The shout just now also contained some elements of combat skills, which made people quiet down for a short time.

But he is not the leader of this group of Holy Light Knights. The real leader is a young man who looks young and energetic, with an unruly look in his eyes. One can tell at a glance that this guy has not suffered much and grew up under careful care.

Taking advantage of the brief silence, the young knight raised his eyebrows fiercely, strode up to the stage, and without giving any explanation, he slapped the Holy Light believers in the face one by one, cursing fiercely:

"What are you doing, openly insulting the faith of others? Where is your humility in the Church of Light?"

"But..." The believer was about to argue.

"It's nothing. Even if it's a pagan belief, even if you are telling the truth, you can't do it in such an unmodest way. You are not qualified believers of the Holy Light at all!"

The young knight ripped off the believer's robes and said, "I will take you to receive punishment. Prepare to undergo spiritual purification. Before the purification is complete, you are not worthy of calling yourself a believer!"

The believers hung their heads in dismay, and the young knight turned to face the crowd staring at him, suddenly bowed deeply, and said:

"I'm sorry to bother you all. This accident was caused by our negligence in managing the believers. Please accept my apology, Hader of Murica! Those who were injured in the dispute please go to the Holy Light Church. The priests will do their best to treat you. If there is any property loss, please come and we will compensate you."

There was nothing wrong with this statement for a moment. The young knight named Had kicked the believers and hurriedly left the place carrying them like chickens. Before leaving, he did not forget to straighten the photo stone that had fallen on the ground so that people could continue to see Aldridge's figure.

The Holy Light Knights took the believers who caused the riot away, but the riot could not end like this. The crowd became even more noisy, and the spreading public opinion forced Luluwo to cancel the effect of the Clairaudience potion in advance, otherwise her head would be blown up by the noise.

She looked at the backs of the Holy Light Knights as they left, and stared at Hader, who had previously ruthlessly cut off the believers who had caused trouble and established a reputation for the Holy Light Church. She couldn't help but sneer and commented:

"It's all self-directed and self-acted, just pretending."

Just then, a voice came from the front.

"Is there any room left? Lend it to me to rest for a while."

"Sit anywhere. Would you like some snacks? I'll go get some. Oh, the owner has gone out to join in the fun. You can't buy anything now."

Fingri sat down opposite Luluwo and turned to look at Elsa, as if he noticed something was wrong, but did not pay any further attention.

"What a rare guest! Isn't your range of activities in the Royal City? Why are you here in Bede?" Luluwo broke off a donut and handed it to the other party. "What do you think about today's farce, the number one Dark Moon Sword?"

Fingerly smiled bitterly, looked back at the noisy crowd, refused the donut, and said, "Don't mention it. My mind is as messy as that group of people right now, and I have an indescribable feeling."

"Then you need to eat something sweet to nourish your brain." Luluwo stuffed the donut into his mouth.

He said while chewing, "To be honest, I didn't even enter the dungeon today. I was eating at the food court the whole time. I didn't know about these things until my brothers who were Dark Moon Swords found me just now."

"So, have you ever thought about doing something?"

"Do something? Me?" Fingri shook his head helplessly. "What can I do? Can I travel back in time to save the Dark Sun? I'm not the God of Time."

"That's a good idea. Who knows, maybe Sean will really give us a painting world with this kind of plot in the future."

"It had better be there."

Fingri sighed and asked, "I came to you this time to borrow something. How is the special photo stone you researched before? Is it finished?"

"You mean the photo stone that can transmit images in real time? That's about right. The scholars I sponsored are quite capable," Luluwo asked with interest. "Why, what do you want to use it for? Do you want to transmit the images of the crusade against Aldridge in real time to calm people's hearts?"

"It's not impossible, but I think the first thing to do is to let more people see what Aldridge looks like and know the truth about Shadow Sun's death," he pointed at the crowd. "The only video that has leaked out now is this one, and it was shot in a mess. I want to take the clearest video so that everyone can understand it."

"Why do this? To take clearer photos so we can fight against more Dark Moon Swords?"

Fingerly shook his head. "After all, only a few people can see Aldridge, and this news is so explosive that I'm afraid all kinds of rumors will spread soon. I just hope that people can see the real image before more outrageous rumors appear, so as to avoid the rumors from causing worse effects."

"Aren't you afraid that your Dark Moon Sword brothers will collapse? Come with me. I'll take you to get the Shadow Stone."

As the world's first sworn Darkmoon Sword keeper and also a gold-level adventurer, Fingri has a very high reputation.

That night it was announced that he would organize a strong team to broadcast Aldridge's true appearance to people in real time to verify whether the news spread by the Holy Light believers was true.

Only a handful of adventurers can go to Irithyll, and even fewer can enter Anor Londo, so most people have high expectations for Fingri's "live broadcast".

It would be best if the news of Gwyndolin's death was false. If it was true, they would hope that Fingri's team could defeat Aldridge.

The god they believed in was actually dead, which was a heavy blow to any believer. The Dark Moon Swords obviously had not yet broken away from their ordinary beliefs.

In comparison, the Church of the Spark, whose faith also originated from Thane, is really an outlier, because the Gwyn they believe in has already passed on the fire. Judging from the various acts of passing on the fire in later generations, Gwyn seems to have been completely burned. But their faith is incomparably firm and is not affected by Gwyn's death at all.

In the words of their bishops,

"Our god Gwyn passed on the flame, and his body has become an everlasting fire, always by our side!"

If the Dark Moon Swords could become like them in mentality, the negative impact would probably disappear soon, but they can't do it for the time being.

The next day, many people were waiting near the portal.

The photo stone that can transmit images in real time has been installed here, waiting for Fingri to transmit the images back so that people can get a glimpse of Anor Londo, which they may never be able to enter in their lifetime.

However, before Fingerly's team arrived, an even more surprising news came.

The Church of Holy Light declared that the God of Holy Light, who had not been active for many years, suddenly appeared!

(End of this chapter)

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