Divine Civilization

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"The Holy Cross Medal can only protect one person." Viscount Connor's eyes flashed coldly, he dropped his sword, and immediately put the medal on his chest.

A little vindictiveness urged and activated.

In an instant, the Order of the Holy Cross shone brightly.

The holy white light bloomed from the medal, dispelling the black energy on his chest in an instant, and quickly spread along the chest to the surroundings, covering his whole body.

The terrible and highly poisonous "Elemental Abyss", which can weaken even level 7 creatures, encountered the holy light, as if it had encountered a natural enemy.

Soon, most of the black air permeating Viscount Connor's body dissipated, and even his pale and shriveled muscles were gradually recovering.

However, right on his chest, the black air not only did not dissipate, but became darker and thicker.

Because of being expelled by the holy light, all the remaining black gas toxins gathered here, and the thick and viscous black gas unexpectedly resisted the attack of the holy light.

For a moment, the two kinds of light, one black and one white, were unable to do anything to anyone, and fell into a stalemate.

The smile on Viscount Connor's face suddenly froze, and his expression became very ugly: "You can't even dispel the Holy Cross Medal?"

He originally thought that the Elemental Abyss is famous, but the Dark Witch Judy is only level 4 after all. Even if the Elemental Abyss is barely refined, it must be a defective product with a greatly reduced effect. The light purification technique on the Holy Cross Medal At any rate, it was cast by a monk at the level of the archbishop in red, and it could be dispelled no matter what.

Unexpectedly, it couldn't be dispelled!

Big trouble now!

Walking around the spot twice, Viscount Connor's face was extremely gloomy, and he said to the old housekeeper: "Send the order, all the troops will be assembled immediately to attack Gru Town. In addition, give me a reward, no matter who it is, as long as it can capture the false saint alive Girl and Dark Witch, I have a lot of rewards."

"Yes, sir."

The old butler immediately responded and hurried down to deliver the order.

Viscount Connor looked down at the black air curled up in his chest, and a savage streak flashed across his gray-green eyes.

No matter how powerful the poison is, as long as he catches the Dark Witch, he has ten thousand ways to force her to come up with the antidote. No matter how bad it is, there will always be one or two holy artifacts in the hands of the false saint, which can also suppress toxicity.

Up to now, even if more soldiers have to be sacrificed, they can only be sacrificed.

This is true of nobles passed down from generation to generation. They are selfish and willing to sell everything for their own lives.

At this moment, suddenly.

A harsh male voice came from the yard outside the study.

"Yo~ I haven't seen you for many years, why did Master Connor make himself so embarrassed?"

"who?"

Viscount Connor was startled, and suddenly turned his head to look through the window, only to see a figure beside the stone sculpture in the yard at some point.

The figure was sitting on the stone sculpture in a relaxed manner, looking at Viscount Connor with a half-smile.

He has chestnut hair and a beard on his face. He doesn't look young anymore, but his figure is still thin and powerful. He is wearing a well-made dark red leather armor with red light flowing, which is not ordinary.

However, the most eye-catching thing on him is the extremely exaggerated red spear on his back.

The body of the gun was as long as two people. The head of the gun was longer than the arms. The body of the gun was carved with incomparably exquisite patterns. Every inch of the body of the gun exuded an intimidating and dangerous aura, which made people frightened.

Even if he just sat there casually without showing any aura, anyone who sees him will understand that this person is definitely not easy to mess with.

Seeing this person, Viscount Connor's eyes flashed with deep fear, but a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his face as if changing his face: "Uncle Edmund, you are here."

The so-called "Uncle Edmund"'s full name was Edmund Ilves, and he was a trusted confidant of his father, Earl Raymond, and one of the viscounts under his command.

Of course, compared to his title as Viscount, most people are probably more familiar with his other name - "Edmund the Flame Walker".

He is one of the few sub-sage-level powerhouses in the country, with a great reputation, and his strength is only one level worse than the 7th-level saint.

When Viscount Connor had doubts about the Dark Witch for the first time, he had already written to Edmund, inviting him to act.

In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that Edmund Ilves owed him a small favor a long time ago, given his status, he might not have been able to hire someone of this level.

And even if there was a favor, he had to spend a lot of money to get Edmund to agree to make a move.

Thinking of those costs, Viscount Connor still feels heartbroken, but he has to pay.

After exchanging a few words with Viscount Connor, Edmund also learned the whole story from his mouth.

"It's just a group of unscrupulous people who rebelled in the name of the God of Light, and it's worth your mobilization?" He smiled contemptuously, and said in a casual tone, "Don't worry, leave it to me. I will use my strength to make them understand that the noble Authority cannot be desecrated, and those who disobey will have to pay the price in blood."

"The next thing will depend on Uncle Edmund."

Viscount Connor complimented Edmund with a bit of flattery, and his mood quickly calmed down, and he didn't see the mania he had before.

With the "Flame Walker", so what if there is a level 6 powerhouse beside the false saint?

With thousands of troops in hand, and with the help of Flame Walker Edmund, he didn't believe that a little false saint of light could still go to heaven!

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"Huh?" Wu Hui, whose consciousness had already returned to the Kingdom of Light, had arranged everything, and was about to wait for the show to begin, suddenly sensed some strong fluctuations.

Those fluctuations all come from the belief channels of believers.

Those belief channels are not very strong, most of them are superficial believers, a small number are true believers, and only a very small number of devout believers are mixed in.

But there are a lot of them. At the beginning, there were only more than a hundred people, and they quickly grew to hundreds of people.

That number is still soaring.

If a single shallow believer prays to Wu Hui, unless he pinches a holy object and the prayer is very intense, it will be difficult for Wu Hui to sense the weak to extreme fluctuations.

Even in the godhead, it is completely possible to filter out the prayers of this part of the believers.

If the dignified God of Light can respond and respond to the ordinary prayers of even shallow believers, then Wu Hui doesn't have to do anything all day long, and he can be the nanny of all believers.

However, at the same time period, when a large number of shallow believers pray collectively in the same area, the fluctuations will be greater. The more believers pray, the more fluctuations Wu Hui can sense.

When tens of thousands of shallow believers pray collectively, the fluctuation of reminders to Wu Hui will be no less than that of a single holy believer.

"This is in Luan City?" Wu Hui noticed that those believers came from Luan City, or even the Connor Castle in Luan City.

"What's going on?" Wu Hui frowned secretly, somewhat confused about the situation.

Lu'an City has always been the enemy's stronghold, and it strictly guards against the infiltration of the Holy See of Guangming, and spares no effort to eliminate the clergy. Therefore, although many believers have been secretly developed in Luan City and Connor Castle, compared to the total population, the proportion is not high.

But just a few believers prayed to Wu Hui at the same time? Could it be, what disaster happened?

"Godhead, listen to the prayers of the believers." Wu Hui ordered solemnly.

Believers are the foundation of Wu Hui's development and growth, and he can't help but pay attention to them.

All of a sudden!

A large amount of mixed and weak information poured into Wu Hui's consciousness.

"Great God of Light, save me."

"My Lord, please save my mother."

"God, please come to the world and suppress the plague."

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Wait, wait, countless messages hit Wu Hui's consciousness, causing him a sudden headache, and hastily cut off the torrent of information.

He rubbed his temples and frowned, no wonder the old God of Light blocked most of the low-level believers' prayer messages. If you have hundreds of millions of believers, all of whom are willing to respond, even if you have thousands of incarnations, you can't handle it.

Moreover, a single shallow believer is too helpful to the gods, and no god is willing to deal with a single shallow believer.

Let alone look like the old Guangming God at his peak, Wu Hui, who now has only 10,000 to 20,000 believers, is not willing to answer the prayers of ordinary believers.

However, the mixed prayer messages of believers also alarmed Wu Hui: "Plague?"

Could it be that a catastrophic plague occurred in the city of Luan?

Wu Hui paused in his heart, secretly thought, it couldn't be...

At this moment, a strong wave of belief trembled in Wu Hui's consciousness, which was a prayer of fanaticism.

"Is it Judy the Dark Witch?"

Wu Hui listened to her prayers without hesitation.

"My lord!" The dark witch's hoarse and excited voice sounded in Wu Hui's consciousness, "My lord, those stupid nobles, soldiers, and foolish people who dare to offend you, your most loyal servant has punished you May the light of our Lord shine on every corner."

discipline?

Wu Hui's eyes darkened, and he couldn't laugh or cry, aren't you a lunatic? My oracle is just to tell you to retreat quickly. Who wants you to make waves in Luan City?

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