CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 393: THE SHADOW SUN IS DEAD! (PART 2)

"Stop!" Just then, a loud voice rang out, "What are you doing? Why are you so restless!"

People thought the guards had arrived, but when they turned to look, they saw several Holy Light Knights, wrapped in heavy armor like iron cans, exuding an overwhelming presence.

The person who shouted "Stop" was Albud, who had once followed Leon and the others in first clearing Sain.

His loud voice and perpetually stern face were intimidating, and that shout carried elements of Combat Skill, momentarily quieting the crowd.

However, he wasn’t the leader of this group of Holy Light Knights. The true leader was a young man, brimming with youthful energy, with a defiant look in his eyes. A single glance was enough to tell he hadn’t faced much hardship, having grown up under careful protection.

Taking advantage of the brief silence among the crowd, the young knight furrowed his brow fiercely, strode up to the stage, and without hesitation started giving the Holy Light believers a series of loud slaps, scolding furiously:

"What are you doing, publicly insulting others’ beliefs? Where is the humility taught by the Holy Light Church?"

"But..." The believers were about to argue back.

"No buts. Even if it’s the belief of a pagan, even if what you say is the truth, you can’t express it in such an unapologetic manner. You are simply not qualified Holy Light believers!"

The young knight tore the religious robe off one of the believers. "I will take you to be punished, prepare for spiritual purification. Until it’s complete, you are not fit to call yourselves believers!"

The believers hung their heads in disgrace, and as the young knight turned towards the crowd staring at him, he suddenly bowed deeply, saying:

"Sorry for disturbing everyone. It was our negligence in managing the believers that caused this mishap. Please accept my apology, I am Hade of Murica! Those injured in the dispute, please go to the Holy Light Church; the priests will do their utmost to help you heal. If any property was lost, please come forward, we will surely compensate."

This statement was hard to fault, and the young knight named Hade kicked the believers and whisked them away, like carrying chicks, not forgetting to adjust the Image Stone that had fallen to the ground, allowing people to continue seeing Elderly’s figure.

Though the Holy Light Knights left with the disruptive believers, the chaos wasn’t going to end so easily. The crowd grew noisier, and the swirling rumors forced Luluwo to prematurely cancel the effect of the Wind Ear Potion, lest her head explode from the noise.

She watched the departing backs of the Holy Light Knights, glancing at Hade, who had sternly disciplined the troublemaking believers and boosted the Holy Light Church’s reputation, then ridiculed:

"A self-directed, self-starring performance."

At that moment, a voice came from in front of her.

"Is there a spot? Let me rest for a bit."

"Sit wherever you like. Want some snacks? I’ll go buy some... Oh, the shop owner went to join the commotion, can’t buy them now."

Fingerley sat opposite Luluwo, turned to glance at Elsa, seemed to notice something amiss, but did not continue to observe.

"A rare visitor, isn’t your activity area the Royal City? Why are you in Bed," Luluwo broke a donut and handed it over, "What’s your take on today’s farce as the top Dark Moon Sword?"

Fingerley chuckled bitterly, looked back at the bustling crowd, refused the donut, and said: "Don’t even mention it, my head is as chaotic as that crowd, plus there’s an indescribable feeling."

"Then you should eat something sweet to boost your brain," Luluwo shoved the donut into his mouth.

As he chewed, he said, "To be honest, I haven’t entered the Dungeon today, I’ve just been on the food street eating until Dark Moon Sword brothers found me, only then did I learn about these events."

"So, have you thought about doing something?"

"Do something? Me?" Fingerley helplessly shook his head, "What can I do, travel back in time to save the Shadow Sun? I’m not the Time God."

"Great idea, who knows, maybe Sain will give us a scenario like that in a Painting World in the future."

"Hopefully, it does."

Fingerley sighed and asked: "I came to borrow something from you, how’s the special Image Stone you were researching, is it done?"

"You mean the Image Stone that can transmit real-time images? About done, the scholars I sponsored are quite capable," Luluwo asked interestedly: "Why, are you planning to use it to broadcast the battle against Elderly to reassure people?"

"Not entirely, but first I want more people to see Elderly’s likeness and know the truth about the Shadow Sun’s death," he pointed at the crowd, "Currently, only one image has been released, it’s a chaotic shot. I want to capture the clearest one, for everyone to understand."

"Why do this, to hit more Dark Moon Swords harder?"

Fingerley shook his head, "In the end, only a few people will see Elderly. This news is so explosive that it’ll soon spawn assorted rumors. I just hope people will see the genuine images before more outrageous rumors spread, preventing them from causing worse impacts."

"You are not worried your Dark Moon Sword brothers will collapse, alright, follow me, I’ll take you to get the Image Stone."

As the world’s first Dark Moon Sword Oath Taker and a Golden-level Adventurer, Fingerley’s reputation was quite high.

That night, it was announced he would organize a formidable team to show people Elderly’s likeness in real time, to verify if the Holy Light believers’ news was true.

Adventurers who could travel to Yilushier were among the few, entering Yanor Londo were even rarer, so most people had high expectations for Fingerley’s "live broadcast."

If the rumor of Gwendolin’s death was false, it would be better, but if true, they’d hope Fingerley’s team could defeat Elderly.

Finding out that the God one worships is actually dead is a heavy blow for any believer, and the Dark Moon Sword evidently had not yet escaped the typical bounds of faith.

In contrast, the Starfire Church, whose faith also stemmed from Sain, was indeed an anomaly, for they believed in Gwyn, who had already passed on the fire. Looking back at various subsequent fire transmission acts, Gwyn seemingly burnt out entirely, yet their belief is incredibly firm, unaffected by Gwyn’s death.

According to their bishop:

"Our God Gwyn has passed on the flame; his being has become an eternal flame, always beside us!"

If the mindset of the Dark Moon Sword could also become like theirs, the negative impact would quickly diminish, but for now, they couldn’t do it.

The next day, many awaited near the Teleportation Gate.

The Image Stone capable of real-time image transmission had been installed here, just waiting for Fingerley to stream the image back for people to witness a place, Yanor Londo, they might never enter in their lifetime.

However, before Fingerley’s team arrived, a more shocking news was announced.

The Holy Light Church declared that after years of inactivity, the Holy Light God had suddenly manifested!