At the same time.
Just as Lu Xiu finished speaking, turned away from the altar, and continued pressing deeper into the dungeon.
The other players in the dungeon felt no so-called redemption of the soul.
What they felt was still the dungeon's pure, undisguised malice—malice enough to drive people insane.
Cheng Xiu had finally made significant progress.
After being tormented half to death by rolling boulders, hidden arrows, and swinging axes in Sen's Fortress, he had finally relied on the Strategy Group's existing guides and sheer perseverance to reach the top of the fortress and successfully slay the terrifying-looking but actually clumsy Iron Golem.
When those pale demons carried him to Anor Londo and he beheld the magnificent golden royal city before him, hope rekindled in Cheng Xiu's eyes, just as it had in Gallagher's before him.
"After all that suffering comes sweetness! I knew Lu Xiu still had some humanity! Finally, I don't have to suffer anymore!"
Cheng Xiu was so excited he nearly jumped up.
But very soon.
Just like Gallagher, he learned what it meant to wish one were dead.
At the Royal City's Twin Princes, he was beaten so badly that he started hallucinating—so badly that he saw his great-grandmother.
Once again.
When he arrived before that enormous grayish-white fog gate once more.
Cheng Xiu had nearly become one with the character he was playing, about to turn into a soulless walking corpse.
"Go in—die early, be reborn early—everything for the guide."
Numbly, he reached out and stepped through the massive fog gate he had entered who knew how many times, trudging into the resplendent royal hall with heavy, lifeless steps.
Boom!
The familiar oppressive feeling. The familiar formula.
Accompanied by an ear-splitting roar, Executioner Smough, a mountain of flesh, crushed toward him while swinging that