CHAPTER 582: CHAPTER 393: THE SHADOW SUN IS DEAD!

The adventurer’s guild was probably the first to make the news about Elderly public, right?

Those Gold-Level adventurers involved in the Crusade Team might also be likely suspects.

Or perhaps it was a group of lucky, unknown adventurers.

Wait, why the Holy Light Church!?

Luluwo was now looking very surprised. She had thought of many ways the news might break, as well as many possible reactions from people.

The only thing she didn’t expect was that the Holy Light Church would be the one to break the news?

Where did this group get their information channel from, hey!

She wanted to get closer to take a look, but Elsa had headed to the dessert shop on the other side, clearly hungry. After her emotions burned out, she became true to her desires.

Luluwo looked around. A large number of adventurers surrounded the makeshift platform by those few Holy Light believers. She couldn’t get close even if she wanted to. She could only drink a bottle of Wind-Ear Potion, tending to Elsa while listening to the commotion on the stage.

To be honest, the words from those Holy Light believers were very bland.

They kept repeating phrases like, "Your Gwendolin is dead!" "Come believe in the ever-miraculous Holy Light," "The Holy Light God is issuing an oracle," and so on. Listening for a long time made people drowsy, devoid of any inclination to join the religion.

It wasn’t their lack of skill in speaking; although they wore the Holy Light Church’s signature warm-toned robes, they actually did not have the Holy Light badge that only "internal members" of the Church possessed.

In other words, these people were civilian believers of the Holy Light Church, not "official" members!

Their actions might just stem from their own desire to maintain their faith, but due to their lack of cultural level and skill in speech, they could only repeat the same phrases on stage.

However, unfortunately, the content of their repeated phrases was so sensational that anyone coming out of the Dungeon ran over here to watch.

In an instant, the crowd gathered below the stage was bustling; one might think an archbishop was touring if they didn’t know better.

Regarding the news shared by these Holy Light Church believers that "Gwendolin is dead," adventurers who just came out of the Dungeon definitely wouldn’t believe it, claiming it was the Holy Light Church deliberately slandering.

However, believers directly made the images public in front of everyone, without needing to say much more. Those who doubted them would fall silent after watching.

This issue quickly fermented among the crowd, waves of discussion growing higher and higher. With the complete closure of the Dungeon and the return of all adventurers from the Dungeon, public opinion directly erupted!

Some adventurers were in brain freeze mode, others were kneeling, pounding their chests, howling, while others cursed angrily. Naturally, these reactions came from those who revered the Shadow Sun the most, the Dark Moon Sword followers.

More people showed some sadness, sympathy, regret; they had more or less heard Gwendolin’s story, having a great impression of a god with a heavy sense of responsibility, especially with the recent activities of the Dark Moon Sword Oath. They even took them as signs of Gwendolin’s imminent awakening and arrival, yet suddenly a video surfaced showing him being devoured alive by an apparently very evil Ember King...

There were also many who simply watched the spectacle without reacting, as the appearance of the Sain Dungeon had greatly enriched their spiritual lives, with exciting events to witness nearly every day, providing the best solace for tired workers.

Also, there were those who had long disliked the Dark Moon Sword, gloating at the mishap, while the Holy Light believers in the crowd chimed in with their shouts. Their shouting met with retorts from those who revered the Dark Moon, escalating into intense arguments with a faint trend towards physical altercations.

In short, this hastily established town around the Teleportation Gate was in complete chaos.

Elsa was sitting at the entrance of the dessert shop, gnawing on a pastry, with rusted iron ring carvings on her fingers stained with cream, completely indifferent to the noisy crowd.

"Sigh, I knew this would lead to trouble," Luluwo, having witnessed the whole spectacle from the side, couldn’t help but shake her head. "This is just going to keep things lively for days."

She felt regretful about Gwendolin’s devourment. After all, she found it hard to genuinely like the Dark Moon, as the Dark Moon Sword frequently invaded, but just like normal people, she showed enough respect to the gods.

She didn’t expect the reaction from the Dark Moon Sword followers would be so intense.

She also saw someone desperately rushing into the Dungeon, but the closed Teleportation Gate would only make them trip and fall.

Thinking about it, Luluwo covered Elsa’s eyes with her hand.

The child was still young; emotions still needed nurturing, and it was better she not witness such chaos.

The situation was escalating more and more; beneath the stage, it was already complete chaos, and the Holy Light believers on stage looked at each other, each with an excited glow on their faces. This was the first time in their lives they’ve gotten so much attention, and it was probably their only time too!

They still thought of fanning the flames and shouting a bit more. But just then, someone stared at them angrily, shouting:

"Even if the Shadow Sun is dead, it’s not for you dogs to insult!"

"Brothers, go tear them dogs’ mouths!"

The smiles on the Holy Light believers’ faces immediately vanished. They retreated in panic, even knocking over the Image Stone playing the footage. The enraged Dark Moon Sword followers surrounded them, seemingly about to send them to Heaven to see the Holy Light God with a punch and a kick.