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Aesop Technology Plane!

In a top luxury villa by the sea.

All the curtains were drawn around the living room, making it airtight.

In the center of the huge living room, the newly-promoted soul-level singer Angel Doris, the first super-popular idol with more than 300 million Weibo followers, put on a white and flawless dress, her skin was like snow , shrouded in the looming holy light.

In front of her, there was a sacred altar. In front of the altar was a two-meter-long jade slab, and candles were lit around the altar.

Angel bowed in front of the altar devoutly, singing holy hymns that touched the soul.

The twelve apostles, who usually had been separated and developed separately, also gathered together, kneeling on one knee behind the saint, with extremely solemn and solemn expressions, but there was an endless fanaticism in their eyes, as if Looking forward to something.

Today is a big day.

Half a month has passed since Saint Angel received the oracle of the coming of the Son of God. The saintess and the twelve apostles have been planning for a long time for such a huge event as the coming of the Son of God.

The beliefs of the twelve apostles converged with Angel's holy voice, condensing an invisible but qualitative force soaring into the sky.

Just when the saint's hymn was singing at its peak, suddenly, a holy ray of light crashed down from the sky. In an instant, it seemed that the entire hotel was reflected in a great light.

All the people in this hotel seem to be bathed in the warm sunshine. Their souls and bodies are like taking a hot spring bath after being exhausted for a long time. They are extremely comfortable, and their eyes are full of light and hope.

Such a miraculous miracle is only shown for a moment.

The sacred light quickly converged and gathered in front of the altar on the top floor like a tide. The highly condensed sacred light is like the hottest sun.

Angel Doris looked delighted, and hurriedly sang: "Angel leads the twelve apostles to welcome the descending of the Son of God to the mortal world."

"The Twelve Apostles, welcome the Son of God to descend to the mortal world."

The twelve apostles shouted in unison, their eyes extremely hot and excited.

It's no wonder that the bright seeds that Wu Hui refines come with a system. The system is not just to assist them in their growth, but to give them psychological hints and brainwash them all the time as the mission progresses and develops.

In a few months, they have achieved what they could not achieve in a lifetime, completely changing the destiny of life. At the same time, the belief in the God of Light has become extremely firm and fanatical.

If it weren't for the fact that the channel of faith between the two sides could not be established for the time being, the twelve apostles, including the saint, would definitely be thirteen fanatics. Even Saintess and Liu Peng are exceptionally good, and they have obtained the best resources. Their soul levels are constantly changing, and there are faint signs of developing into saints.

Even among the millions of believers in the Light Plane, there are not more than 10 who have reached their level of belief, and they are all the seeds of future saint believers.

Under the strong expectation of the saint and all the apostles, the statue of the God of Light worn by the saint glowed with fiery light, and the pure power of faith was continuously conveyed to the altar.

Under the gathering of high energy, the ray of light gradually distorted and changed, first forming a figure condensed by the holy light, and then changed again in the blink of an eye, and those holy lights actually condensed into a human body.

That body was cast like white jade, and the muscles were bulging, as if there was no blemish.

"Huh?" The blond Loli looked at the body curiously while being pious.

"Don't look." Another woman among the Twelve Apostles covered her eyes, "You are too young."

"Well, what's so strange." The blond loli pouted, and complained softly, "If it wasn't for the arrival of the Son of God, I wouldn't even bother to look at it. It's a pity that the key parts are covered by the holy light."

"Ahem~ Be quiet." Saint Angel Doris blushed and reprimanded, "It's a sacred moment when the Son of God descends, so don't speak nonsense."

Although everyone's belief in the God of Light is extremely firm and fanatical, they are people in a technologically civilized society after all. After all, they are not overly fearful like those mortals in the Light Plane, but more hopeful and curious.

Facing the reprimand from the saint, the blond neck shrank slightly, and he became a little more honest. As one of the twelve apostles, she is not afraid of anyone else, even Liu Peng, the strongest among the apostles, she is not convinced, but she has some inexplicable awe for Angel Doris.

At the same time, the process of the coming of the Son of God is still going on.

Soon, the body of the Son of God was completely condensed, and the remaining holy light turned into a white and flawless robe and draped over him.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes...

His eyes are like bright stars in the dark night sky, pure and flawless at the same time deep and endless.

An oriental face is somewhat similar to Wu Hui's appearance on Earth, but with all kinds of fine-tuning and perfect skin, it looks so handsome and extraordinary, as if it is a character walking out of a picture scroll.

His gaze swept across the audience peacefully yet majesticly, and an invisible coercion enveloped everyone in an instant.

"Welcome to the Son of God."

The saintess and the others suddenly felt as if they were carrying an invisible mountain, they hurriedly lowered their heads not daring to look, and knelt down devoutly to welcome the arrival of the Son of God.

There is no doubt that the so-called descending of the Son of God means that Wu Hui descended into this world.

Wu Hui, as an earthling in a technological society, is naturally very interested in this modern society, which is highly similar to the earth, but the technological development is tens or hundreds of years ahead.

It's just that it is easy for him to descend with consciousness, but it is extremely difficult to descend with his physical body. The reason is simple, he didn't open the gate of heaven in Aesop's technology plane, and there was no way to directly teleport it.

After thinking about it, it is only after creating a body in this world, and then attaching consciousness to that body. In the taxonomy of the coming of the gods, this is called the coming of the avatar.

And in order to create this body, it is not easy. First, the saintess and others must be cultivated to seven or eighty-eight, and a wave of effortless power of faith must be accumulated in the statue of light.

Under various harsh conditions, it took several months before everything matured.

Now that the time is finally ripe, Wu Hui is naturally here at the first moment, ready to enjoy this world to the fullest. This is not a bright plane where pan-entertainment is backward, but a world where scientific and technological civilization is well developed.

It can greatly make up for Wu Hui's absence on Earth.

"Wait up." Wu Hui's faint voice sounded in everyone's ears like the voice of heaven, "You have made great contributions in assisting this son of God to descend to the mortal world, and rewards are naturally indispensable. Each person will be rewarded with an additional 50% contribution points."

As soon as his words fell, everyone's system sent out a notification to complete the task, and a large number of contribution points were rewarded to them.

Everyone, including Saint Angel, felt a burst of unexpected joy.

The omnipotent magic of contribution points has become the most precious resource of the twelve apostles and saintesses. This time, the team task of assisting the arrival of the Son of God was already very rich in rewards, but now the Son of God just casually increased it by 50%. How rich is the reward for the increase?

"Thank you for the gift of the Son of God."

The twelve apostles thanked him sincerely, each of them was overjoyed. This time the Son of God came to the world, if he could serve him with great satisfaction, wouldn't he be rich?

"The Son of God is here, please instruct us on the next course of action." Saint Angel was calm on the surface, but her heart was full of turmoil. After systematic and long-term "education", she believes in the God of Light.

But after all, I haven't really seen the great Lord of Light. Deep in my heart, there is still a trace of suspicion in my subconscious.

Now that the Son of God came to the mortal world in such a strange way, it also dispelled the last trace of doubt in her heart. Unknowingly, the saint's steadfast will was condensed again, and her inner understanding became much clearer.

The inner drama of the other apostles is similar to that of the saint, and they have more reverence for the supreme, seemingly omnipotent God of Light.

"This time I came to the mortal world by the order of the Father God, and there is no special mission." Wu Hui said plainly, "It is simply to inspect the mortal world, and you can arrange it as you like."

It would be best if there was no special mission, and the twelve apostles secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, the coming of the Son of God is a big deal.

His Royal Highness Shenzi is approachable and said that it was arranged at will, but how could it really be arranged at will?

Be sure to arrange for the best enjoyment.

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Just as Wu Hui came to Aesop's plane to experience life in the mortal world.

The human capital of the Light Plane is unpredictable.

At night, in the barren mountains and old forests only a hundred kilometers away from the imperial capital.

A small camp with a bonfire is secretly stationed in the gap of this dense forest.

The camp is small, with only a few hundred people. A mimetic magic barrier is covering the entire camp, so that the fire inside the camp will not be exposed.

Although this camp is not much bigger than an ordinary caravan, if you see the flags erected in this camp, you will find that this camp is the rebel army led by the third prince of the empire, Charles Prince Hall. The main camp!

I'm afraid that the emperor and all the high-level officials would never have guessed that Prince Charles and the main force of the rebel army, who had stirred up wind and rain in the empire and once plunged the empire into civil strife, were actually hiding in the mountains near the imperial capital.

If you realized this, I am afraid that the entire high-level empire will be shocked and furious.

But that's what made Charles and his mentor, Andrew Highway, guerrilla tactics unique. They used their familiarity with the empire to continuously harass and attack the imperial military, so as to achieve the purpose of continuously spreading their beliefs within the empire.

Tonight, as in the past, Charles and his soldiers are taking the time to rest and recuperate before starting the next battle against the empire.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past, and the strong dark breath seemed to come from an endless abyss, as if even the bonfire in the camp could be frozen.

"What, who is it?"

The two soldiers who were on duty at the entrance of the camp couldn't help shivering. At the same time, they hurriedly raised their weapons and faced the cloud of mist that suddenly rose from the woodland.

"I, the saint who hides in the darkness for my lord and burns all evil in the world, Judy!"

With a cold and arrogant voice, a tall witch wearing a dark purple robe slowly walked out of the enveloping black mist.

Under the wide witch robe, her figure is concave and convex, her exposed skin is as soft and white as snow, and the beautiful face under the hood is so beautiful that it is sought after by thousands of people. But just under this beautiful appearance, the chilling dark aura is enough to suffocate any creature.

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