Just then, Hyperion sensed a surge of spatial fluctuations.
The entire Dark Lands trembled. Everything around him flickered, growing somewhat unreal.
Hyperion hurriedly used cosmic energy to anchor his spacetime coordinates, not daring to act rashly.
Although he had a way to break through the spacetime lockdown, he had no desire to suffer the aftereffects of going "limp" again for no reason.
The rescued priest felt the fluctuations around him, and tears immediately streamed down his face.
Such a dense aura of darkness-this meant they were ascending into the Evil Dimension.
As a bona fide priest of the Pope Faction, with five years of clerical exams and three years of Bible study under his belt, he was the real deal.
He knew exactly what this meant.
"Everyone, we're going to Hell!"
The priest wept with joy, tears covering his face.
He had no idea why this was happening.
But could anything possibly be worse than their current situation?
The priest honestly couldn't think of anything!
At his words, tears of joy shot straight out of everyone's eyes.
They gushed like fountains.
Some sobbed with excitement, hugging the people beside them in celebration:
"Boohoo! This is wonderful! We're going to Hell!"
Some raised both middle fingers and hurled abuse at Hyperion:
"Fuck! You ** bastard, mother**ing Hyperion!"
Some threw back their heads and laughed:
"Hahaha! We're finally going to Hell! Hyperion, we'll never see you again as long as we live!"
Hyperion instinctively frowned and reached for the person insulting him, but his hands passed through the man's body like phantoms.
Seeing this, everyone became even more certain they were going to Hell.
"Haha! Lunatic! You fucking lunatic! Go die!"
"Even going to Hell is better than running into this lunatic!"
"The torture I suffered today fucking made up for everything