Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1284 - 815: Following the Trail of the Light Hawk

"Anleisi? Kaius? Why are you both silent?"

At the headquarters of the Holy Light Church, Megan tightly clenched the communication magic tool, repeatedly speaking to the siblings on the other side.

But what felt particularly strange to her was that after they mentioned they were battling the rebel army, there was no movement, and it had been almost half a day without a response.

This unexpected situation made Megan unavoidably anxious.

The best scenario is that the two successfully defeated the returning rebel army and are currently busy chasing down the fleeing defeated enemy, having so much fun that they have no time to reply; this is the best scenario.

But, is it really possible? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Megan glanced downstairs, where the archbishop and several bishops who had been unfortunately sacrificed were swiftly revived under the mighty power of the Pope. With their strong return, the chaotic situation was finally resolved, and the headquarters was now bustling with handling the aftermath of the Holy Light Festival.

The scene was busy but not chaotic; this was already the best situation at the moment.

"Relying on the Pope to calm the headquarters, what about the places outside the headquarters?"

Megan said this not out of concern for the believers elsewhere, but because she was worried about Anleisi's troops' combat power.

To her, the worst situation is that the spirit of the frontline soldiers was hit due to the Holy Light Festival, losing combat power, coupled with the rebel army choosing now, this absolutely bad timing to invade...

The bloody words 'defeat' were right on her face.

"No, no, no, I must believe in them, believe in the Hero's ability."

Megan forced herself to calm down, tidied up her clothes and opened the door to go downstairs. She wanted to take advantage of the time when the bishops were busy to go down and help, at least to make it appear as if she was dedicated to the Church's cause.

However, as soon as she went down and found the archbishop to request a task assignment, the other's gaze seemed to see through her previous cowardice. Although still smiling while speaking to her, the gaze seemed slightly altered, and the assigned task was insignificant.

This made Megan feel a pang of heart palpitations; that gaze from the archbishop frightened her.

If it caused displeasure to the other and delayed her future, it would be even worse!

No, no, no, what I should be concerned about now is not promotion within the Holy Light Church.

She thought of the red starlight she had seen earlier on the Pope's tower and suddenly felt that even the headquarters here was no longer safe.

The reason she came to the Holy Light Church was to seek an opportunity for survival, utilizing the Church's power. Now, suddenly there's this unknown red starlight, and she finds the Church's internal matters quite eerie, not fleeing immediately only because the red starlight hasn't yet shown any threat.

Moreover, if she were to flee, where could she go from the capital located deep within Scameroon? At least she should wait until she returns to the frontline to plan an escape route.

And she worked hard to attain her current position within the Holy Light Church; abandoning it directly is really a bit unwilling.

What should her future be?

Various chaotic thoughts filled Megan's mind, making her mood messy, and frequent work issues occurred until she dragged her weary, irritable body to her room near dusk, looking like she was about to burn out.

"Can't there be some good news..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the communication tool she had thrown on the bed started to vibrate. She hurriedly picked it up, and Anleisi's low voice came through the other side.

"Sorry, Bishop Megan, we couldn't guard Hepa Town."

"..."

Megan said nothing, just staggered a few steps back and hit the wall.

After Anleisi repeatedly called "Hello, hello, hello" on the other end, she finally reacted a bit, muttering like seafood about to be scalded to death:

"I'm tired, let it all be destroyed..."

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At dusk, the surroundings of Hepa Town had already shed the clamor of battle, replaced by the noise of people hosting a victory celebration.

Cheerful noise is always more welcome than the cries of war, especially as the rebel army was quite delighted at this moment.

After all, after many days, Hepa Town was finally back in their hands, successfully washing away past humiliation in this battle.

The key point was that their losses in this battle were extremely minimal, almost negligible!

The Holy Light Festival, which hadn't had any problems in hundreds of years, suddenly had issues precisely on the day the rebel army planned to attack, severely impacting the willpower of the Holy Light believers, also making the difficulty of their assault turn into easy mode—such a thing is unimaginable even in daydreams!

Yet such an event actually happened successfully, making everyone feel as if they're in a dream.

Not only did they drive away the enemy, but they also acquired a modern town with highly intact architectural facilities, complete living tools, and even a mostly untouched material warehouse.

Some unknown deity who helped them was truly remarkable.

After confirming they had thoroughly driven off the Holy Light Church, those in the rebel army without other duties took advantage of the festive spirit to immediately start a victory celebration, and the Skyrim Strategy Group played the role of hyping up the atmosphere. The entire Hepa Town was bustling with activity, like celebrating some festival.