Chapter 395: Dark Moon Sword's Darkest Hour



Chapter 395: Dark Moon Sword's Darkest Hour

The God of Light has appeared?

Anyone who first hears this news will find it unbelievable.

Not only the God of Holy Light, but the gods of other churches have been silent for many years. How come they suddenly appear?

It's not a special day recently. Is there any necessary reason for the God of Light to appear? And what exactly did He do in the so-called appearance?

If we have to say that there is something special happening recently, it would only be the news that Gwyndolin is dead, followed by the appearance of the God of Light, which is really too suspicious.

Out of curiosity, people gathered towards the Holy Light Church, wanting to see what new and good things this church, which absolutely dominated the kingdom, could do.

When people arrived at the gate of the Holy Light Church, they realized what had happened.

It turned out that a devout believer of Holy Light who was seriously ill and on the verge of death was suddenly enveloped by the holy light that pierced the clouds. In full view of everyone, he not only recovered, but he even seemed to have been injected with super soldier serum. He directly transformed from a skinny guy into a tall and strong man, with a height of more than 1.8 meters, and he could run a horse on his arms.

In the eyes of believers, this is a blessing from God!

"Isn't that blessed guy Lika? He lives next door to me!" Someone recognized the believer's identity and shouted:

"He contracted a serious illness that the doctors were helpless against. His family had to come to church every day to pray, and they would stay there for the entire day!"

After he said this, the onlookers echoed: "I remember, I met his family, they are all the most devout believers!"

"Yes, his family donated almost all of their income to the church. They were always the first to come and pray, and the last to leave! It was their actions that moved the gods!"

The believer named Lika stared at his body in disbelief, with an ecstatic look on his face. He knelt on the ground crying and kowtowed to the statue of the God of Light, extremely excited.

The holy light that pierced through the clouds and enveloped him was slowly withdrawing. People who saw this scene were amazed.

At this moment, someone in the crowd nodded as if he had seen something, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Wait, how do we know that it was the God of Light who healed him? What if it was just a powerful magician who passed by and gave him a hand?"

The people who believed in the Holy Light glared at him. He then said slowly, "Is there any evidence to prove that he was healed by God himself?"

"have."

An old voice was heard, and people looked up and saw that it was the bishop!

The bishop helped Lika up from his kneeling position, smiled lovingly, and encouraged him, "Try to use it and show the power God has given you."

Lika showed a confused look, but under the guidance of the bishop, he raised his palms to the sky, and suddenly soft holy light fell on the crowd. All those who believed in the holy light felt endless warmth, their spirits became excited, and the old people even grew black hair.

"This, this is divine magic!" someone shouted in shock.

The crowd was in an uproar. Divine magic was a special magic that could only be used by those who were blessed by the gods themselves. It had been many years since divine magic had appeared in the world!

At this point there is no need to doubt it anymore, this Lika is the one blessed by the God of Holy Light!

The God of Holy Light has appeared!

The bishop smiled at the crowd and waved the golden staff which symbolized power. Fragments of light like gold powder were scattered into the crowd.

He proudly and loudly declared:

"The God of Light has brought back the blessing!"

Inside the church.

Albud sat inside the secret room, listening to the believers outside singing hymns in unison. His expression did not change at all, and remained as calm as an old wooden board.

A sarcastic laugh came from beside me.

"Haha, believers are really very easy to understand. As long as you give them a little ambiguous hope, they will become so happy that you can't even tell whether the gods are real or fake."

"Watch your words." Albud's face was gloomy and he said lines that were in line with his character.

"What's the problem? The church is a business."

The one who said this was Had, the young Holy Light Knight, the current captain of the Holy Light Knights of Bed City. He was the one who replaced Albud's position.

He stroked the strangely shaped hand armor on the altar beside him and said with a smile:

"As soon as I learned about the Dark Shadow Sun, I found a few of my men to play the role of ignorant believers and spread the news. When they caused public outrage, I severely beat them up. This not only demonstrated the church's strictness and responsibility towards believers, but also successfully spread the information. I am very humble not to take credit for myself."

Albud's face was filled with black lines. According to his fanatic personality, should he go over and beat the other person up at this moment? But he couldn't do that.

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"I never thought that the weapons that the church has been preparing for so many years would be used for the first time in Bede City, and it was me who carried out the operation. This is truly an honor."

Hader straightened the gauntlet on the altar and asked, "Are there any believers in this city who are devout enough to receive the blessing? Give me a list and I will 'show my miracle' to them one by one."

That pair of gauntlets is a weapon, and its name is [Right Arm of the God of Light].

This is the weapon left behind by a brave warrior who was a Holy Light Knight in history. Its current effects are:

Manipulate and imitate the power of gods, and bestow the blessings of the God of Light upon others!

The blessing bestowed with the help of the gauntlet is exactly the same as the blessing bestowed by the god himself, without any difference. This is the truth behind the appearance of the God of Holy Light.

This weapon has been sealed for a long time and has never been used. The reason is that the elders in the church’s upper echelons believe that mortals should not pretend to be gods and bestow blessings. Even if the church’s influence is declining, it cannot be used.

However, with the death of the last devout old believer, this weapon was finally taken out by the people today. After secret preparation and charging, the weapon can finally play a role.

And its first experimental subject is the city of Bede, where pagan beliefs have been very active recently!

As Gwyndolin is in trouble, the effect of this weapon will surely shine.

"I, Hader, will definitely drive all the pagans out of this city! Especially the damned Starfire and Darkmoon."

Since the weapon has not found a qualified person and can only be used after being charged, anyone can use it. Had is still feeling complacent about the fact that he is lucky enough to use this weapon.

Albud stared at the right wrist of the God of Light, his eyes flickering, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

Steal? He didn't dare to steal, because the person who was escorting the weapon was a hidden strong man in the church. The other party was not in this secret room now, but he could feel the other party's breath, and the other party had been paying attention to the weapon.

Damn it, does this mean he doesn't trust him and Hader? Then what's the point of letting them guard this thing?

Listening to Had's bragging, Albud was almost depressed. If he had known earlier, he should have entrusted Luluwo to kill this guy.

But he felt a little relieved in his heart. The birth of this weapon meant that the Church of Holy Light was about to rise, and perhaps it would reach its former peak. He could make a living in this system, and at least he would not have to worry about his life.

Today was destined to be a significant day, and a procession began under the chairmanship of the bishop.

Amidst the sounds of laughter and drums, the believers of the Holy Light in Bed City took to the streets to pay homage to the bishop and Lika, the God's Blesser. Their faith in the Holy Light was further consolidated, and the whole city was filled with a joyful atmosphere. The glory of the God's return infected everyone.

Except for the adventurers near the portal of Sen Dungeon.

Looking at the Church of Holy Light who were rejoicing at the return of the gods, the adventurers, especially the oath-takers of the Darkmoon Sword, were exceptionally silent.

Some people thought of the unofficial believers' behavior yesterday, and they were so angry that they wanted to take revenge, but they were afraid of the reputation of the God of Light.

A member of the Spark Church who was watching the parade said to the crowd, "If you are willing to donate money to my church, I will go to the parade to cause trouble. How about that?"

"Aren't you afraid that the God of Light will punish you?"

"I am protected by King Gwyn," said the Starfire follower, standing with his head held high and his chest puffed out.

People's attention was more focused on the team that was about to enter Anor Londo and act as their eyes.

"Brother Fingri, please attack Aldridge!"

Fingerly nodded silently without saying anything like "Please rest assured."

He put on a helmet inlaid with an improved image stone, the Image Transmission Stone, which could transmit images in real time, and entered the Sen Dungeon under the gaze of the crowd together with the elite adventurers who volunteered to join the team.

Some of the people in the team were from the original expedition team, and some were adventurers with good skills and good relationships with him. The only thing they had in common was that they all defeated the phantom of Pope Sullivan.

The total number of people did not reach full capacity, only a little over ten.

After entering the dungeon, people were directly teleported to the bonfire at the Irithyll Bridge, ran all the way through the entire Irithyll, and then arrived at the cathedral where the leader was.

Everyone has defeated the Phantom, so there is no need to challenge him again to enter the backyard. If there is one person in the team who has not defeated him, everyone will need to fight him again.

"That's Pope Sullivan? He looks like a monster, so scary."

"I feel a little uncomfortable. Is he Aldridge's collaborator? The guy who attacked Anor Londo together?"

"Why did such a magnificent city like Anor Londo become so desolate?"

Onlookers outside were talking about it.

Fingerly and his companions did not go straight to Anor Londo, but went there to light a bonfire that could allow for teleportation.

It is hidden under a high platform next to the Giant Street. After defeating the group of Deep Bishops, turn down and slide down the ladder to a place similar to a sewer. The space is not big and there is no other way. Two crocodile fire kings and a giant fishman live here. After defeating them, you can light a bonfire.

This was discovered by other members of the expedition team, as Fingerly and his companions were only focused on going to Anor Londo at the time.

Bonfires usually symbolize peace of mind, but the place where they set up the bonfire is uncomfortable because.

In front of the campfire, in a dark and damp corner, an overweight man wearing gloomy bishop's clothes was slumped there, as if dead.

Once you get close, magical runes will appear.

[Do you want to sign the oath "to devour the guardian of the gods"? ]

"I made him ****!"

The people watching the live broadcast immediately started cursing. Everyone knew what this oath meant. Being a dog for Eldridge! ?

The adventurers tried to attack Archbishop MacDonald, who was in charge of the God-Swallowing Oath. However, their swords were like hitting stone, and there was no way to break it. Their attack on the bishop even attracted monsters. Several large clumps of Aldridge's rotten flesh appeared out of nowhere and attacked them.

Even those who rarely went into the dungeon felt uncomfortable when they saw the rotten flesh. The visual stimulation was simply too much.

Is this the salary king? Apologize to the Fran Undead Team!

After getting rid of the rotten flesh and leaving the sewer bonfire, Fingerly and his crew finally entered Anor Londo.

The dilapidated, decayed and lifeless city brought a feeling of sadness to the viewers. Someone found the images of Anor Londo in the painting world and screened them together with Fingerly's live broadcast.

The same city, different atmosphere, the strong contrast makes people feel depressed.

How do you make people feel negatively about a building?

It only needs to show a hint of its past glory in the fact that it is withered and dilapidated.

When the picture finally came to the fog gate, people couldn't help but hold their breath. No one made any noise at the scene. They stared at the picture intently. Only the laughter of the Holy Light Church parade could be heard.

“Please, this must not be true.”

Passing through the foggy door that isolates everything, the hall stained by carrion surges.

When the shadow sun with only the upper half of its body left stood up, people's hearts finally died.

“It’s over.”

A senior Dark Moon Sword had lifeless eyes and his arms hung limply.

Gwyndolin was really eaten by Aldridge.

Under the impact of this truth, no one seemed to care about the outcome of Fingerly and his team's subsequent battle.

Because people are trapped in negative emotions and cannot extricate themselves!

This is the darkest hour of Darkmoon Covenant.

In the distance, believers of the Holy Light Church sang joyful hymns.

It's like it's targeting here.

The Lord's room in the Thane dungeon.

Gong Qiying was sitting in front of the altar fiddling with something.

One of his eyes was looking at the work in his hands, while the other eye could see the outside world, because his second body was not far from the portal at this moment, and he could see both the adventurers and the parading Church of Holy Light.

"Well, that's it."

He looked at the "work" he had done and said to himself:

"After despair is gone, hope should appear, and there should be a limit to how much you should suppress before you praise."

In addition, the Church of Holy Light has overstepped its boundaries in targeting this place.

(End of this chapter)

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