Divine Civilization

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The entire Fort Gru was plunged into a strange silence, only Viscount Connor's screams were still ringing out, sad and lingering.

In the silence, St. Luke spread his wings with a "hula" and flew over Gruberg.

Under the blue sky, his pure white wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, his whole body was majestic and vast, even the stratus clouds in the sky were scattered due to the stirring of his wings.

Everything seems to be interpreting a fact: he is the angel overlooking the world from the high sky, incomparable and unrivaled.

Under the vast coercion, the entire battlefield seemed to have become his personal domain.

He raised the long sword casually, and holy white light flowed out from his palm, and the cold holy light long sword burst out with an incomparably sharp edge.

Under the pressure of Viscount Connor, who had already been captured without a fight, and the war angel Lingkong.

Still hesitating, a small number of soldiers and generals who had not made up their minds to surrender finally lost their last fighting spirit, discarded their weapons, knelt on the ground on one knee, and lowered their heads to represent surrender.

As the last Lord Knight led his private soldiers to surrender,

There was a sudden burst of cheers from the light believers.

"Oh! We won~!"

"we won!!"

"I knew that with the blessing of my lord, we will definitely win!"

Wave after wave of cheers spread from the front of the castle to the back of the castle, continuous and continuous, as if to overturn the sky.

In Gelu Town, some civilians vaguely heard cheers, couldn't help but opened the closed door, and walked onto the street.

Without the barrier of the house door, the cheers from the direction of Gruberg suddenly became clear. Realizing what happened, the civilians were immediately overwhelmed with excitement, and a few even lost control of their emotions, covering their faces and weeping with joy.

Soon, the doors and windows of civilian households were knocked, and the joy of victory quickly spread to the entire Gelu Town with cheers of "we won".

Unknowingly, everyone walked out of the house voluntarily and saluted in the direction of Gruberg on the mountain.

The entire Gelug region cheered loudly, "My lord blesses you, long live Your Royal Highness the Holy Maiden of Light."

The Dark Witch who hid in the dark and watched the battle sneered, "Stupid civilians, under the protection and watchful eyes of our Lord, how could we lose this battle?"

Her lips were mocking, but the slightly raised corners of her mouth and her relaxed body showed the importance she attached to this war.

"Hmph! Let that charming saintess do the great work first." The dark witch's eyes sparkled evilly, "It seems that I should work hard, and I must not lose to that pretending saintess of light."

As she spoke, she slowly stepped back, gradually disappearing into the darkness without a trace.

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On the wall of Gruberg, the eyes of the Holy Maiden of Light were cold and calm, as if the outcome of this war had already been doomed.

Since taking control of the Holy See, she has gradually developed a temperament that is not visible, even if there is cheers and thunders around, it just makes her eyelashes tremble slightly.

She methodically arranged the manpower to collect the weapons and control the captives who surrendered. Then she came out more and led a group of clergymen to the highest point of the city wall, and knelt down on one knee towards St. Luke in the sky.

"Thank you, my lord, for your blessing, and thank you Angel for supporting the battlefield."

Her azure blue eyes are as clear as an abyss, as steadfast as a rock, nothing can shake them.

"Today, thanks to the blessing of our lord, we escaped a catastrophe. One day, I will let the divine land be everywhere where the power of the gods is, and where the light of the gods is shrouded, there will be your believers."

"Praise be to my Lord."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands on her chest and prayed reverently.

"Praise be to my Lord."

The clergy behind her followed closely behind, praying devoutly.

Their prayers were not high-pitched or passionate, but under the effect of divine magic, they spread like waves of water. Gradually, the surrounding air seemed to become solemn and sacred.

Unknowingly, the deafening cheers slowly stopped.

The soldiers on the city wall and the civilians in charge of logistics in the castle unconsciously restrained their expressions, knelt down and bowed their heads and prayed softly.

The sound of prayer spread down from the top of the mountain and spread far away.

Even the town of Gelu at the foot of the mountain heard the solemn prayer.

They spontaneously gathered in the sacred square in the center of the town, knelt down around the statue of the God of Light in the center of the square, prayed devoutly with gratitude and joy, and thanked the Lord for bestowing victory and glory on them.

During this time, believers who had quietly transferred from other small towns also hid in the homes of civilians in Gelug Town. The total number of believers in Gelug Town has exceeded 10,000.

For a time, the entire sacred square was densely packed with human heads, and the scene was even more spectacular than when Gund Yar was tried.

in the sky.

A golden light shines, and the majestic gate of heaven opens again.

The war angel St. Luke, who had completed all his missions, spread his white wings and slowly flew towards the gate of heaven in the sky.

The radiance from the gate of heaven shone on Saint Luke, making him extraordinarily majestic and powerful.

Countless people at the scene bowed down toward the gate of heaven. No matter whether they were believers or surrendered soldiers and generals, no one dared to stand at this moment.

The Holy Maiden of Light who was presiding over the ceremony paused, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated to speak, and finally chose to lower her head and continue singing the ceremony, sacred and solemn.

In the sky, St. Luke's figure is getting taller and taller.

At the moment when his figure was about to enter the gate of heaven, a calm and gentle voice sounded softly in the ears of the Holy Maiden of Light.

"Son, you are the pride of my life, Luke. I am very good in the kingdom of heaven, my Lord...Although it is different from what I imagined, but He is also very good..."

Before the words fell, the gate of heaven in the sky was suddenly closed, and the second half of the word "good" was locked in the gate.

The figure of the Holy Maiden of Light trembled slightly, and a layer of mist gradually appeared in her blue eyes.

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At the same time, the Kingdom of Light.

As soon as he passed through the gate of heaven, the holy light surrounding St. Luke's body disappeared instantly, and the wings on his back also dissipated in an instant.

The "Angel of War" St. Luke, who was majestic and radiant just now, turned into a wrinkled and energetic little old man in the blink of an eye, just like the old housekeeper of some noble family.

Fortunately, Viscount Connor and others couldn't see this scene, otherwise, their jaws would probably drop from shock. The difference is really too big.

It's not that the body created by Huashengchi was not good enough for St. Luke, but that in the process of getting along with Wu Hui, he became more and more like a housekeeper and old servant. I always felt that the appearance of the young and middle-aged man was inappropriate, and he had no sense of ceremony, and gradually became this appearance.

Wu Hui had persuaded him several times, but the old man St. Luke was very stubborn, and he would not go back to the original unless an oracle was issued. As time passed, Wu Hui could only let him go.

"My lord."

Seeing Wu Hui, St. Luke hurriedly bowed respectfully, with a humble and pious attitude: "It's a good thing the old servant did not disgrace his life."

"Good job."

Wu Hui praised him in a good mood.

Saint Luke is worthy of being the most capable person under him. If it weren't for him, it would not be so easy to end the battle quickly in the situation just now.

"With the blessing of your divine power, and the support of the level 7 Warcraft Armor and the Holy Light Sword, even if it is not the old servant, the result will be the same if it is changed by anyone. The old servant really dare not take credit for it."

Saint Luke's expression was calm and restrained, and he was quite calm and calm in victory and defeat.

However, after winning the battle, his mood was still much more relaxed than usual, even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched a bit.

The two said a few words in a happy mood, and Wu Hui habitually called up the godhead data, wanting to see how much divine power was consumed in that wave just now.

Unexpectedly, upon seeing this, Wu Hui was immediately stunned.

"10 O'Clock?"

He opened his eyes slightly, wondering if he was dazzled.

After careful confirmation, Wu Hui realized that his divine power had gone from 24 divine power before the war to only 6.2 divine power left after a mess of consumption.

The biggest consumer, of course, is Saint Luke's 10 points of divine power.

St. Luke fought neatly just now, and didn't stay in the lower realm for long. He obviously felt that it didn't take long, why did he spend 10 points of divine power?

Impossible, my divine power cannot be spent so fast.

Wu Hui's heart ached unceasingly, as if a knife had been stabbed in his heart, blood was flowing down drop by drop.

"My lord?"

St. Luke looked suspiciously at Wu Hui, who was suddenly stunned, wondering whether he had made the wrong sentence to make my lord unhappy.

"fine."

Wu Hui waved his hand weakly, and forced a consoling smile.

It's okay~ It's okay~

Although it consumes a lot of divine power, as long as you win, the territory will grow, and the number of believers will increase, these divine powers will be earned back soon.

Um.

He doesn't feel bad.

He really didn't feel bad at all.

St. Luke's eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, he mentioned another matter: "Didn't you say that you didn't pass down an oracle to judge Viscount Connor yourself? What are you going to do?"

"This, I have my own plan."

Wu Hui whispered secretly, blaming himself for being stingy and almost neglecting the business.

He immediately calmed down his emotions, and with a thought, he immediately delivered an oracle to the Holy Maiden of Light.

At the same time, I thought to myself, Connor, Connor, you and I have been hostile for so long, you must be more confident, cooperate with me, and help me make up for the huge expenditure of divine power.

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At the same time, the light plane.

After receiving the oracle, the Holy Maiden of Light, who had just stood up and was about to send someone to clean up the battlefield, immediately stopped the clergy who were about to disperse, and announced loudly: "My lord has an oracle. Connor Raymond strangled the believers and intended to overthrow our church. , The crime is heinous, He will send the right envoy of light to judge him, and purify Connor Raymond with the holy fire."

Her voice was solemn and solemn, and under the effect of the magic spell, it instantly spread throughout the battlefield.

As soon as the words fell, all the believers were immediately refreshed and excited. The soldiers of Lu'an City who had just surrendered also became agitated, whispering and discussing.

Soon, the Holy Maiden of Light organized the staff to prepare for the ceremony to welcome the envoy, knelt down to the sky, and kowtowed devoutly: "The Holy Maiden Catherine and all the clergy of the Holy See welcome the arrival of the envoy of the light."

Behind her, a group of clergy members knelt down on the ground in a huff, and their bodies fell to the ground, extremely pious.

"Welcome to the Right Envoy of Guangming."

A solemn and solemn atmosphere quickly spread around them, and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

On the city wall, the soldiers who were talking excitedly just now knelt down unconsciously and bowed their heads deeply.

Outside the city wall, the soldiers responsible for guarding and monitoring the prisoners were also affected by the atmosphere, and slowly knelt down.

Even those believers in charge of logistics put down their work and knelt down piously on the ground, offering the highest respect to the coming envoy.

"Welcome to the Right Envoy of Guangming."

"Welcome to the Right Envoy of Guangming."

"Welcome..."

The sound of greeting spread like a tide from the inside of Gruberg, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to be filled with this sound, and even the air seemed to become solemn and sacred.

Even in Gelug Town at the foot of the mountain, the believers gathered at the foot of the God of Light seemed to have a premonition and couldn't help looking up at the sky.

Up and down the mountain, everyone is looking forward to the arrival of the Bright Right Envoy.

In the spotlight.

The sky suddenly lit up.

A little golden light suddenly appeared in the blue sky, rapidly expanded and enlarged, and turned into a milky white light cluster exuding golden light.

next moment.

The golden light was shining brightly, and a figure walked out slowly from the light.

This figure is tall and tall, with outstanding temperament, shrouded in the lingering of holy light, and his demeanor is like the archangel holding the sword of judgment on the dome of the church, it is indescribably sacred.

With his appearance, an incomparably sacred and majestic aura suddenly spread out, transforming into overwhelming coercion and sweeping across the entire sky.

In an instant, that already extraordinary figure instantly became taller and more majestic.

Even Saint Luke, the angel who descended through the gate of heaven before, was completely reduced to a foil compared with him.

This figure was naturally Wu Hui disguised as the "right envoy of light".

Wu Hui, who had pretended to be this identity before, felt that Guangming You made this incarnation quite elegant.

It can satisfy him to go to the mortal world to do something in person, to relax or something, which is very useful.

After all, it is too formal to come down to earth in the name of the God of Light, and if there are too many times, it will inevitably give people the impression that this God of Light is not stable enough, and he just descends to wander around when he has nothing to do.

In order to maintain the majesty of the God of Light, it is better to keep that identity away from the mortal world, and it is better to have more mystery.

This feeling is like the ancient emperors who always liked private visits in micro-services.

At this time, Wu Hui's stalwart image returned to stalwart. But his ultimate goal is to earn back the power of the blood loss, at least a little bit.

Your Excellency, Viscount Connor, you must persevere a little longer, whether you can get back the money depends entirely on you.

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