Room survival: I know the prompts behind the door in advance

Chapter 334 Holy Land Island

Cruise ship banquet hall.

Countless branching crystal chandeliers illuminate the entire hall into daylight.

At this moment, apart from the slight smell of alcohol and melodious music in the air, everyone's eyes were fixed on the cardinal who appeared in the center of the hall.

He looked like a middle-aged white man with deep eye sockets and slightly bald hair. He was wearing a red cassock, which made him look a little pot-bellied.

The bishop smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass on the tray of the black-robed waiter beside him, raised his glass and said:
"Dear ladies and gentlemen, welcome everyone to gather together. We are about to arrive at our final destination, the Holy Land on the Sea."

"There was a little commotion just now. Some ignorant bugs boarded the cruise ship, but they have been cleared out by my men. Please rest assured."

"I know that most of the guests came to this cruise ship with excitement and nervousness. After the war, most of the land became a horrible and harsh wasteland. Humans reproduced in the polluted environment and had to endure great physical pain and dangerous mutations."

"The Holy Land Island is the last pure land left by God for us. It is free of pollution and troubles. It will cure everyone's illness and fulfill everyone's wish. Perhaps until now, some of you still have doubts about the Holy Land Island, but no matter what you think at this moment, you will get the answers you deserve when you land on that sacred island."

"Well, I would like to congratulate you all on getting what you wished for. In the name of Michael, praise my great angel God!"

After saying this, the bishop drank the red liquid in the glass.

As the bishop finished speaking, almost all the natives present had fanatical looks in their eyes and held the tokens in their pockets tightly.

They raised their glasses high, like a hymn:
"Praise the great angel God!"

"Praise the great angel God!"

"Praise the great angel God!"

The sound waves are like the sea tide, one wave higher than the other, piling up with heat and paranoia.

This kind of scene made all the players present feel scared, as if they had accidentally walked into a gathering of some kind of cult.

A'man couldn't help but take a step back, rubbing the goose bumps on his arms, and complained quietly: "What's going on? Players are still here. Aren't these cultists being more cautious?"

Golden Sun narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer.

But the monkey not far away stole the wine, happily drinking it while shouting along with the crowd: "Praise my great angel God!"

Seeing the two coming back, he staggered over and held onto Golden Sun's shoulders, "Hey, buddy, why don't you shout along? In this atmosphere, it would be a shame to enjoy these delicious foods and wine if you don't howl a bit!"

Seeing this, Aman snorted coldly and shook off the monkey's hand that stole the wine. "Who is willing to shout with these guys? Isn't that stupid?"

"Nono," Monkey Stealing Wine shook his head at her with a playful smile, then leaned closer and whispered, "I am blending in with the enemy, so that I can get some stuff."

He patted his bulging pockets, and the sound of gold and silver colliding came from inside.

"Little beauty, do you want me to help you get something?"

A'man was almost annoyed to death by this greasy man. When he was about to grab him by the collar and punch him twice, Golden Sun suddenly shook his head at the two of them and made a gesture to be quiet.

A'man snorted and let him go.

The voices of the fanatical believers have gradually died down.

In the center of the hall, the cardinal's voice rang out again.

He changed the subject and mentioned another group of people on the cruise ship, "In addition, I know that there are many more foreigners on the ship. Everyone has come from far away and gathered together, hoping to seek a glimmer of hope. Then, the Holy Island is also a paradise for you. If you can believe in my great God, I will definitely fulfill your wishes." Hearing this, some of the players present had already shown vigilance, but some remained skeptical.

But there are some brave players among them.

A tall male player stepped forward and said with a smile, "What paradise? If I say I want to quit this game, can you help me fulfill my wish?"

Another female player with wavy hair also stood up and said, "That's right, you said you believed in that angel god. If I want to successfully survive in the future dungeon worlds, can you help me?"

There were also players in the crowd who said disdainfully, “What do you mean by believing in angels? I think you are just bluffing. Hurry up and get to the island so that I can complete the mission. Go back quickly and stop wasting time here and giving me radiation sickness.”

Compared to other survival worlds, although this place is full of radiation, it has been solved by the radiation medicine sold by Get Rich Overnight. Even for those mutated beasts, players who have experienced multiple copies have corresponding props to deal with them.

More importantly, players board the cruise ship as distinguished guests, enjoying delicious food and fine wine. Amidst the clinking of glasses, it seems as if they have returned to peaceful times, giving some players the illusion that the indigenous people here are complimenting them and begging them.

Even in this world, most of the players' tasks are to rescue the indigenous people, which makes some people feel a sense of superiority, and they do not take the so-called bishops and angel gods seriously.

Of course, there are only a very small number of such people.

Seeing the various reactions, the bishop smiled slightly, as if everything was within his reaction.

"of course."

This light smile caused even more fear in the players' eyes. Is this guy kidding?

At this moment, task pop-ups on the player's wristband panel sounded one after another, as if everyone received a fixed voice message at the same time:

[Ding, the player has completed the dungeon's continuous tasks! ]

[Stage Mission: Find the True Location of the Sea Holy Land]

[Stage Mission Reward: One S-level Item]

[Mission Points: 30]

[Task progress: 3/4]

[The mission reward has been placed in the player's backpack! ]

Seeing the task pop-up window, everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief, and even a slight snickering.
"The third mission is also completed?"

"There's actually a mission progress?"

"This is an S-rank item? I got it so easily. I still can't believe it."

“This is too easy, it feels like a dream!”

"Open the backpack and see what the S-rank item is. I can't wait."

In an instant, whispers of discussion could be heard among the players in the banquet hall.

Seeing this scene, the cardinal smiled again after a long absence, rubbed the gem ring on his thumb, and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet for a moment. Please look to my right, the Holy Land Island is right in front of you!"

(End of this chapter)