Divine Civilization

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On this plane of science and technology, Wu Hui has not established the gate of heaven yet, and cannot truly connect the two spaces, so he can only collect the power of faith through spokespersons.

"Huh? Those beliefs here are so mixed and weak? Many beliefs can't be absorbed at all~" Wu Hui couldn't help frowning, and carefully studied the connection between the statue he made and Angel and her fans. .

However, he discovered that Angel, who had millions of fans, could only barely accept a few thousand strands of extremely weak belief power, and each strand was not even comparable to a shallow believer.

Wu Hui studied it carefully, and pondered for a while combining the memory fragments left by the old Guangming God.

"Well, it seems that I miscalculated the form." Wu Hui was quite helpless. Similar to fans' worship of stars, this is a very weak belief, not to mention that it cannot be processed by the godhead. Most of the power of faith will be dissipated and lost.

Immediately, another ray of light enveloped Angel.

Wu Hui once again made some changes to the statue on her neck.

It was this change that allowed the statue to have a very small part of the role of godhead, that is, to effectively integrate the scattered channels of belief.

"Eight thousand ways!" After integration and sorting, it was finally determined that eight thousand channels of belief had been placed on Angel.

Wu Hui sighed, this amount is really unsatisfactory.

Moreover, each of these eight thousand ways can only be equivalent to the power of faith provided by a shallow believer. Under the condition that the foundation remains the same, only 8 points of power of faith can be absorbed in a day, and it takes more than a hundred days to save 1 point of divine power.

Nearly a hundred times less than Wu Hui imagined. In fact, this is Wu Hui's own thinking. How can the power of belief formed by worshiping stars compare with the energy generated by believing in a true god?

With Angel's current status, it is already very potential to be able to integrate so many beliefs in the end.

It seems that we have to find a way to make Saint Angel grow up as soon as possible. Otherwise, this little power of faith is just a drop in the bucket. Immediately, Wu Hui flicked his finger.

"Huh?" At this moment, Angel was stunned by a series of changes.

It took her a long time to understand the cause and effect under the explanation of Liu Peng and the blond little Lolita. She was favored by the great God of Light, and she was appointed a saint.

"I now have 8,000 real fans, what's going on?" Angel Doris looked at her attribute list and asked suspiciously.

"Your Highness, we don't have this attribute." Liu Peng has studied the system a lot, and after thinking about it, he explained, "It should be that the system of the Holy Maiden is different from ours. Look at the task list, the system will guide you on the right path."

"Saint's growth mission 1, within 24 hours, the number of true fans will exceed 10,000 (as a saint conferred by the Lord of Light, it is a shame that she only has 8,000 true fans, go and conquer the world, girl!)

Mission success: reward contribution value 100 points

Mission failed: Randomly kill an apostle

When Angel spoke out the goal of the mission, the twelve apostles also jumped out of the mission at the same time.

That is to assist Her Majesty the Holy Maiden to complete the task, otherwise she will be killed randomly!

"Why?" Liu Peng was about to cry, "Your Highness the Holy Maiden can't complete the task, so why do you want to kill our apostles?"

"Idiot, as the Twelve Apostles, we are to assist the Holy Maiden to complete the task." The blond little Lolita said excitedly, "If you can't even complete the task, shouldn't it be right to die for the Holy Maiden?"

"Go and wake up those damned guys." Liu Peng's face was serious, "Whoever doesn't want to be wiped out must help the saint to complete the task."

Soon, Little Loli woke up the remaining ten people.

After a lot of quarreling, everyone suddenly understood the current situation. If they failed to complete the mission, they would be wiped out. Although there was only a one-twelfth chance of death, who would want to be that one-twelfth?

Immediately, the big guys began to analyze in a hurry.

It quickly came to the conclusion that only fans who truly support Angel and are very fanatical can be regarded as true fans. The remaining 99% are all fake fans.

Wearing glasses, Wu Yiran pushed the frame of the glasses and analyzed: "If you want to complete the task within 24 hours, you must find a way among the old fans, and that is to convert those fake fans into real fans."

"Nonsense, Sister Angel has only accumulated more than 8,000 real fans after debuting for more than a year." Little Lolita said contemptuously, "Why did you gain 2,000 fans in 24 hours?"

"It depends on talent." Wu Yiran said proudly, "Before I was selected by the system to possess me, I was a music producer who relied on talent to make a living. I will write lyrics and compose a new song for Her Royal Highness, and let her Update the DEMO on Weibo."

Then everyone naturally looked up his previous works, and then naturally expressed deep contempt. Just kidding, a music producer who was almost starved to death and dumped by his girlfriend is simply scum.

"Liu Peng, it's up to you this time." The blond little loli calculated, "You are the only one with 200 contribution points, use 100 points to click on the music producer skill."

Liu Peng was speechless, but in the face of the threats in the eyes of the other eleven people and Angel's vaguely expectant eyes, he still went all out: "Okay, who made me a real fan of Miss Angel."

In fact, how valuable is 100 contribution points.

Following that, his contribution points disappeared like water, and he quickly rose from a music idiot to a junior composer, an intermediate composer, a senior composer, and a master composer.

Countless inspirations emerged in Liu Peng's mind, and his understanding of music suddenly reached an unbelievable level. Then he frowned and said, "I heard the music of Her Majesty the Holy Maiden before, and I thought it was very nice. But now that I think about it carefully, it seems that there are flaws Quite a few. First of all, the songs of the Holy Maiden are too melodic and lack some charm that really touches people's hearts. By the way, Your Highness the Holy Maiden would venture to ask, what is your singing level?"

"Uh..." Angel blushed all of a sudden, hesitated for a moment, and said weakly, "The grade given by the system is above intermediate~"

"That's right, the saint's singing skills are mediocre, but she is only attracting fans with her gifted voice and appearance, temperament and image." Liu Peng seemed to have suddenly become an extremely high-end musician, and said eloquently, "Being famous The song tends to be saliva."

Under the eyes of dozens of murderous eyes, Liu Peng continued: "Now Her Majesty the Holy Maiden has no contribution points, so she can't directly improve her singing skills. The only way to gain fans is by adjusting the connotation of the song."

"Liu Peng...you..." The blond little loli was so angry that she was about to yell at the beginning.

But Liu Peng began to sing softly. It was an ordinary work by Angel before, a work that no one cares about except for some real fans, it was mediocre and boring.

But Liu Peng simply changed the melody, but immediately revealed a different charm.

Boring suddenly became ethereal, and mediocrity suddenly became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Everyone was attracted by his singing, even though his singing voice was terrible.

"This..." Angel also received professional music training, and she was completely shocked all of a sudden. It was obviously the same melody, how could it change so much after a slight change?

After a long while, Liu Peng stopped singing, and said with a serious face: "Due to the level of singing skills of Her Majesty, I can only make so many small changes. Your Majesty, please make an a cappella demo and post it on Weibo On the blog."

After more than an hour.

A simple a cappella DEMO was thrown on Weibo.

At the beginning, it was just some real fans posting sporadic messages of congratulations, but soon, there were some amazing messages from fans.

Some black fans began to ridicule Angel for making a fuss. Soon, a big battle broke out between the two sides.

This situation is normal on Weibo and happens every day.

But the situation gradually changed, more and more praises appeared, and the black fans were quickly buried.

And the number of Angel's real fans is also skyrocketing, from dozens, to one hundred, to two hundred. In just one hour, it has risen by two hundred, and this momentum is still growing.

The task deadline is 24 hours, but in less than 6 hours from the beginning to the end, Angel completed the accumulation of 10,000 real fans and completed the first wave of tasks.

Rewards will be distributed as scheduled.

Everyone got some rewards, and the saint and Liu Peng, who assisted in the meritorious service this time, got the most rewards, each with a full hundred points, and they paid back their money directly, earning a master composer for nothing.

This time, everyone's emotions were mobilized. It turned out that the rewards for helping the saint to complete the task were so generous.

Seeing this scene, Wu Hui also withdrew from his main consciousness. I believe that under the dual effects of rewards and punishments, Wu Hui will soon be able to earn back his capital.

Wu Hui, whose consciousness has returned to the Kingdom of God, does not know that a special existence has quietly come to the technological plane he regards as a forbidden place.

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Technology plane!

On the street where people come and go, a trace of spatial fluctuation suddenly and silently appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a small space passage appeared out of thin air, and several figures in black hooded robes squeezed out of the not-so-wide space passage and landed on the street.

The middle-aged man in the lead had a pale face and a majestic temperament. His eyes seemed to hide the entire night sky. On his shoulder was a slender bone dragon that seemed to be carved from white jade. He was clearly the Lord of the Undead.

"Huh? This noodle..."

Seeing the maglev vehicles whizzing by, the colorful holographic advertisements on both sides of the road, and the crowds coming and going around, the expression on the pale face of the Undead Lord was a little strange.

As the master of the sleeping place and the god who created the lineage of the undead, he thought he had enough knowledge, but this alien plane still refreshed his cognition.

Instead of taking a carriage, he sat on alchemy items like iron cans. The pedestrians on the road obviously looked similar to those on the Light Plane, but even if he was a god and there was no language barrier, he still couldn't understand them. What exactly are you talking about. What "C position", what "beautiful P", what is it all about?

Moreover, the people in this world are too weak, right?

The Undead Lord glanced around, and instantly judged that the average human strength here is not even level 1, most of them are only level zero, and their mental and health conditions are not good.

This kind of strength, in the plane of light, is only available to slaves who can't even get enough to eat, right?

However, there are really many people~

In the small area around him, there are densely packed people everywhere. If this face can be taken down completely, whether it is the number of believers or the number of undead, I am afraid that it will reach a terrifying number.

If this is the case, his injury may recover soon.

It may not take long to rekindle the fire.

Thinking of this, the undead lord's mood improved a bit, and even the aggrieved and boredom caused by being forced to flee dissipated a lot.

"My lord, the aborigines here are everywhere like pigs and beasts." Priest Nelson obviously noticed the situation here, waving his scepter excitedly, "Besides, these aborigines are still so weak. Your will is favoring you~ It is indeed correct for you to choose to leave the plane of light. My lord, let us summon the undead Scourge and make this alien plane yours~"

"Not urgent."

The undead lord waved his hand, and said calmly, "The more dominant you are, the more cautious you must be. First find a place to settle down, find a way to find out the strength of this alien plane, and then decide on the next step."

While speaking, a maglev vehicle roared towards them.

Because the undead lord and the others were equipped with hidden magic, the radar system of the maglev vehicle did not detect their existence at all, and the maglev vehicle rammed into the undead lord without slowing down at all.

In the car, the middle-aged car owner with a greasy face didn't notice it, and was still flirting with female netizens with headphones on.

"Boom~"

A deafening roar suddenly sounded.

Before the maglev car touched the undead lord's clothes, it slammed into his protective divine power shield. The divine power shield was fine, but the magnetic levitation car made of steel twisted and deformed instantly, and turned upside down.

"Ah~~!"

"Crunch—!"

"Woo~oooo~oooo~"

In an instant, the middle-aged car owner's screams of pain, piercing brakes, and sharp sirens rang out on the street, and the originally orderly traffic suddenly fell into chaos.

Even the traffic policeman in the sentry box received the alarm from the electronic patrol robot, rushed to the patrol mecha and rushed to the scene of the incident.

But the undead master who caused all this didn't care about it at all. The impact of the maglev car was too weak for him, so weak that it was not worth his attention. After speaking, he walked away with a few of his men and disappeared at the end of the street.

On the street, no one, nor any surveillance cameras know who has been here, only the chaotic streets, and the confused traffic police who checked the surveillance remember what happened here.

Until many, many years later, this matter is still an unsolved mystery. Because of the strangeness of the incident, it has been talked about by many people.

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