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Chapter 403 Youer Xika, We Love You

"Does anyone have any new footage of Yurshika? I never get tired of watching the footage of Fingri's match."

"I have it here, and there's a brand new dialogue!"

"What is it? Tell me now."

"Oh, she was the one asking in a super cute voice how we got to the Prisoner's Tower!"

In the dungeon of Sen, in Lienia of the Lake, there is a tavern that has been used as a gathering place by the Darkmoon Sword.

A group of people were passing around their treasured images of Yurshika, many of which were shot directly at the live broadcast of Fingri. The shooting technology was poor and the pictures were often blurry. They were thankful to have a clear picture, which was considered a good product. The overall viewing experience was like watching a gun version of a movie.

Someone paid a large sum of money to hire a big-name adventurer who could enter Anor Londo to shoot Yurshika from a first-person perspective. He immediately became the focus of the whole audience, and the entire tavern fell silent and stared at him.

The man stood with his hands on his hips proudly and carefully took out a photo stone from the exquisitely packaged box. After everyone took turns to buy him a beer, he projected the image on the spot while drunk.

When the clear picture and Yurshika's figure appeared, people couldn't help but cheer in unison.

Those who could gather here were the hardcore Dark Moon fans, or in other words, the fanatics. It was no surprise that they would react in an exaggerated manner.

A new conversation that people had never heard of came out. It was Yurshika asking in a puzzled voice:

"Can you answer my question? This is the prisoner's tower, tall and isolated, and the communication mechanism is immobile, so it should be impossible to get here. Why can you come here? Can you fly in the air?"

The adventurer replied from outside the screen: "Yes, yes, I can fly."

Yuershika opened her mouth slightly as if in surprise, and then spoke with curiosity and a bit of pride for having guessed the correct answer:
"If that is the case, then you are a dragon or a crow. Ah, no matter what, you are truly a thing of nostalgia and wonder."

As soon as these words were spoken, some of the adventurers who were watching covered their chests.

"Is there a priest? I feel like my heart is going to stop!"

"wryyyyy——"

“I could watch that all day!”

The non-Dark Moon Sword passerby adventurer who strayed into this tavern only felt that this group of people were noisy and their words were shameful, even more shameful than the fanatics of the Holy Light Church, and could not help but ask:
"The Shadow Sun is still alive, and you are showing so much joy for the new god. How can this be allowed?"

"what?"

Dark Moon Sword turned to look at him and refuted with plausible arguments:

"If Lord Gwyndolin were here, he would surely be pleased to see how much we love his sister! He might even reward us."

"Why do I feel that he is more likely to shoot you to death with one arrow?"

The passerby couldn't help but shook his head and said, "This is really like a joke. You haven't even conquered Aldridge who ate the Shadow Sun, and here you are——"

Before the passerby could finish his words, the door of the tavern was suddenly kicked open, and someone rushed in and shouted excitedly:

"Brother Fingri and his men have returned in triumph! They are now in Bed City!"

The pub was silent for a few seconds, then a tsunami-like sound wave erupted. People rushed out one after another, and the pub was emptied in the blink of an eye.

The passerby was stunned for a moment, then put down his glass and walked out.

"I must take a closer look at this strange thing."

Bed City.

The routine parade of the Church of Holy Light is still going on today, with the Knights of Holy Light leading the way, the priests singing hymns loudly, the nuns following behind in prayer, and in the middle being carried in a sedan chair is Lika, the Blesser of the God of Holy Light.

A lot of people gathered around the parade, all watching the excitement. It looks like the scene is quite prosperous at the moment, right?
But compared to the parades in previous days, the number of people coming to watch the parade is getting smaller and smaller, and everyone seems to have gotten used to it.

A pastor looked around and couldn't help but complain in his heart: Damn, when will this parade end? I've been working overtime for several days for this thing. Wasn't it agreed at the beginning that the parade would only last three days? How many days is it now?

Looking back at the others, not only the Holy Light Knights and the nuns, but even the God's Blessed One Lika on the sedan chair and the believers following behind all showed signs of fatigue, obviously feeling tired of this kind of propaganda activity.

Just as they were about to enter the food street with the highest traffic in Bed City, a group of people suddenly stopped them. The leader, a sturdy man in chef's uniform, said unkindly, "Please go somewhere else. It's dinner time now. There are hungry guests waiting to be entertained. You are in the way by marching here."

After so many days, someone finally expressed his disgust clearly.

The Holy Light believers naturally started to shout in dissatisfaction, and the merchants in the food street were not to be outdone. Seeing that a quarrel was about to break out, someone suddenly shouted:

"Eldridge has been conquered, everyone, go and have a look!"

Most of the crowd dispersed in a flash. It turned out that the only people who were still watching the parade were believers and people who liked to watch the excitement. If there was any new excitement, they would run over to watch without hesitation.

Seeing that more than half of the audience had been reduced in an instant, the pastor in charge of today's parade twitched his lips, waved his hand, and shouted:
"Let's go and take a look too!"

In any case, his main task was to cause trouble for pagan beliefs. When they arrived, they found the scene to be terrifying.

Just outside the city of Bed, some powerful magician built a platform with magic. Standing in the center of the platform were the adventurers who had helped in the conquest of Aldridge. At this moment, they were all wearing golden gauze and wreaths that symbolized honor, and the people cheered for them.

The number of people gathered here was ten or even nine times greater than the number of people watching the parade, blocking the roads in and out of the city.

Where are the guards? Why don’t they come to maintain order?

Oh, the guards are also watching. Wait, why is Count Charon also watching on the city wall? Where is your official business today?
The procession of the Church of Holy Light could not even squeeze in and could only wander around the periphery.

"You come out and put on airs and say you won?" The pastor curled his lips. "Where's the evidence? Without evidence, you're just lying."

Fingri on the high platform suddenly looked over from a distance. The pastor was startled and lowered his head as if feeling guilty.

"Everyone, this is the soul of Eldridge!"

When Fingri took out the deep and huge soul, the cheers from the crowd were enough to shake a bird off its feet. Just one look at it revealed that this strange soul could only have been bred by a powerful enemy from the Senn dungeon.

In addition, many of the people present had entered the Deep Church and could feel the deep breath coming from their souls. There was no doubt that this was the real thing!

The pastor looked up and happened to meet Fingerly's upturned mouth. His face suddenly darkened. He had just said those words in anger, but he didn't know that the other party took it seriously. He suddenly felt like he was slapped in the face.

Aldridge was conquered, and the excitement this event brought to people was even greater than the original live broadcast, after all, this was the killing of the enemy who devoured Gwyndolin.

If it were placed in a mythological story, the deeds of Fingri and his companions would definitely be adapted into hundreds of versions by bards and passed down through the ages. Maybe they could even become a subsidiary god in the mythology!

At this moment, Luluwo played the video of Yurshika that they had recorded before leaving the dungeon, making the already warm atmosphere even more frenetic.

If before this people liked Yorska mostly because she was "Gwyndolin's sister", "pretty and sweet-talking", "tragic life", etc., and regarded her as a lower-level substitute for Gwyndolin.

So when Yurshika said in the video that even if she couldn't pass on the fire successfully, the Dark Moon Knights would still reserve a place for her and would even be proud of her, she completely broke away from the status of a meal substitute in people's hearts and became an independent god worthy of respect and following!

The climax had passed, and Fingri released photos of them in Anor Londo's heyday to put an end to the feast.

The bowing silver knight, the arrogant but quietly laughing giant guards, the bat monsters scrambling to get in the photo range, and the sunny castle, people discovered that the monsters they fought to the death with actually had such a kind side.

"When I grow up, I will definitely defeat Aldridge. I also want to be bowed to by the Silver Knight!"

A little boy held on his father's shoulders looked at the scene on the podium, great expectations blooming in his little eyes. His childish words drew kind laughter from the people around him.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Light Priest suddenly trembled all over as if an electric current ran through him, and raised his head with a stiff neck.

He looked around, and everyone looking at the platform burst out with high-spirited vitality and the most simple yet broad positive emotions. Some were not believers of the Dark Moon, but they had a simple view of good and evil. In their impression, Gwyndolin was a good man, or a good god, so the death of the bad man Aldridge who ate him was worth being happy about.

The priest shuddered violently, because he had not seen this kind of vitality in the Holy Light believers who came to the church to pray for a long time.

Those who come to church to pray have their own requests and are troubled, so their motives are naturally impure. The sins they confess in the confessional sometimes make even the pastor feel suffocated.

Even though the news of the God of Light's revival has spread in the past few days, the emotions expressed by those jubilant Holy Light believers are not as pure as those of the Dark Moon Swords now.

The pastor could sense that the reason his followers were so happy was all for the same reason:
[The God of Holy Light has revived, my wish can come true! ]

The reasons for the Dark Moon and Spark believers' belief are:
[I believe in gods because of their noble character and great deeds. So what if they can’t help me?]

At this moment, he changed his opinion of the Dark Moon Swords in front of him, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear:
"You will be the most terrible enemy of the church"

The procession would only be laughed at if they continued to stay here. The pastor gave the order to return with a worried look on his face, and in his heart he could not help but pray:

God of Holy Light, please help us and let the church regain its former glory.

He suddenly froze for a moment and clenched his teeth.

It turns out that he believes in the Holy Light in order to achieve his own goals.

At the same time, in the Holy Light Church.

"After many experiments, thirty-two of the fifty believers who trained in the dark area of ​​the underground maze were fine, fifteen had their moral character improved, and only three showed negative tendencies due to excessive pressure."

The bishop listened to Albud's report and said, "It sounds like the lightless area is not as scary as the rumors say."

It’s meant to make you feel that way.

Albud agreed without looking up:
"Yes, even if we cannot obtain the saintly virtues, there is a high probability that nothing will go wrong if we receive timely treatment. In addition, the Dark Moon faith is reviving today, so I think..."

"It's time to send Lika into the underground labyrinth and show the world the firmness of the faith of those favored by God!"

(End of this chapter)