Divine Civilization

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No, no, I'll act as if I didn't hear anything, and I don't know anything, otherwise I might be murdered.

Fortunately, Wu Hui didn't have the ability to read his mind, otherwise, he would have really silenced the pope, what kind of messy thoughts are in his mind.

"Hey, Stuart, I didn't expect you to know me." Wu Hui looked at him with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. In the blink of an eye, how come your hair and beard are all white, and you are still full." Wrinkled face like a bad old man? Back then, you, Stuart, were a handsome young man, and countless little girls were crying to marry you."

Punishment!

Stuart's heart was in pain as if countless knives had been stabbed in it, and he stepped back a few steps. Could it be possible to blink an eye for more than a hundred years? I am 170 to 80 years old now, isn't it normal to get old and frail?

Better than Kid Charles dying like that.

However, God Zi Wu Hui was indeed still young and handsome at this time, almost exactly the same as when he met him.

For a moment, both Stuart and Charles were filled with extreme jealousy. Their lifelong achievements are enough to be famous in history, and they are usually very proud. Compared with Wu Hui, they seem to be nothing, and let him take advantage of all good things.

Scenes of those years in the Holy Land of Magic, each of them emerged before their eyes, as clearly as if it was yesterday.

In the bedroom, there was silence and embarrassment.

"Husband." Catherine took Wu Hui's hand gently, and said softly, "Emperor Charles has made great contributions to our Holy See. If you can save him, let's save him. If it is not possible, make an exception." Introduce his soul into the kingdom of heaven and God, and use the transformation pool to reshape the sacred body."

"Oh~" Wu Hui looked at Charles and sighed deeply, "Charles, Charles, I always thought you were a smart person."

Just as there was hope in Emperor Charles' eyes, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that His Highness the Son of God...

"Husband, is there something wrong with the emperor?" Catherine's eyes were slightly puzzled. "Over the years, although he has pursued secular power too much, his heart of yearning for light is still very firm. Although he is far from the level of a saint, But devout believers can still be counted?" She doesn't have Wu Hui's godhead, and she can't see through Charles' heels at a glance.

"His Royal Highness, I, I..." Emperor Charles was like a child who did something wrong, and he didn't dare to look at Wu Hui and Catherine.

"Catherina, you don't know something." Wu Hui sighed regretfully, "When I used divine power to help Charles recover his body just now, I found that his belief in light had already collapsed."

"Impossible?" At this moment, even the face of the contemporary Pope St. Trivikon changed, "Although Emperor Charles the Great has a strong personality and is somewhat arbitrary, he is still very loyal to the faith of our Lord. Could it be that ...his performance all these years has been faked?"

Hypocrites!

Generally speaking, only Wu Hui's godhead can tell who is a true hypocrite.

That's right, that kid Charles' faith had long since collapsed, and he even pretended to be a hypocrite.

However, Wu Hui's family has a big business now, and the number of believers is countless. Except for some high-level officials of the Holy See who pay attention occasionally, he doesn't bother to care about the rest.

"Your Highness, Your Highness." Emperor Charles said slightly terrified and trembling, "I, I admit my beliefs. But, but I really never thought of betrayal!"

"Oh~ I don't blame you for this." Wu Hui also sighed, "You are born as a magician, and a magician believes in the truth, so you will instinctively resist unreservedly believing in a god. And you , is still a generation of great emperors, and enjoys unparalleled honor in the mortal world. Over time, you simply cannot maintain the heart of sacrifice and dedication to the God of Light, and the degeneration and collapse of faith is also reasonable."

"Your Highness, Son of God." Stuart hesitated for a moment, and interceded, "Charles is guilty of having his faith collapsed, but in the past hundred or so years he has done for the Holy See and the Lord of God, I will give him one time." Chance."

Catherine on the side also persuaded: "Husband, for the sake of Charles' merits outweighing his demerits, let's create a sacred flesh for him."

Wu Hui looked at everyone's eagerly expecting eyes, and his expression was a little helpless: "Don't think that I am an old-fashioned guy who doesn't show affection. Although I had various entanglements with that kid Charles in the Holy Land of Magic back then, we still have feelings for each other. If I can make an exception and reshape him into a physical body, I am willing to pay some price. Charles, you old bastard, alas~ You are putting the cart before the horse! If you are enjoying yourself in the world, how much can you do? A trace of reverence for the gods, even if it is only a shallow believer's level of belief, will definitely not reach the level it is today."

"Ah..." The blush that appeared on Charles' face due to the treatment faded away in an instant.

"What do you think belief is?" Wu Hui's expression was a little dignified and serious, his eyes swept in all directions. Everyone prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to breathe.

"Faith is dedication, a selfless dedication to the gods."

"Faith is tempering, a hard tempering of the soul."

"Faith is practice, and it is the repeated tempering of self."

"Only by tempering the faith a little bit, strengthening the faith, and constantly sharpening the soul with suffering and will, can the soul continue to condense and transform, and finally turn into a butterfly and become a holy spirit."

"Life is short, and the soul will perish. Only the true spirit deep in the soul is eternal. Only the soul is pure and free of impurities, can nourish the true spirit, and gradually make the true spirit reach the point of eternity."

Wu Hui's voice was like a hammer, constantly beating and torturing everyone's heart: "Most people in the world are full of selfish desires, and the quality of their souls is mixed. It will only continue to wither. However, the true spirit of Emperor Charles has been withering and withering for a long time, but he used various treasures and holy lights to delay the withering and death of the physical body. Until this time it was exposed, that bit of true spirit has already It’s the end of the oil, and it’s irreparable.”

"Husband, is there really no hope?" Katharina also sighed.

"If he had been exposed ten years earlier, his true spirit would not have been exhausted like it is now. I can save him and let him live another hundred years at a price." Wu Hui sighed, "But now Even if you take out the source of life in the universe, there is no way to recover, and no one can save the true spirit when it is wiped out."

"Ah..." Emperor Charles looked shocked, terrified, but more annoyed. He has the power for the rest of his life, and he can rule the world with one word, with the same spirit and spirit. The longer one sits at the pinnacle of power, the less reverence one should have for the gods.

And his previous beliefs were gradually wiped out under the erosion of power. In order not to let people see his flaws and affect his power, he also pretended to be a pious believer, and he was complacent about it, who had deceived everyone.

Unexpectedly!

All of this will eventually be exposed, and he has nothing to hide in front of the gods. At this time, all the previous mistakes hit him hard one by one.

"Charles, oh~" Stuart also learned a lot from Wu Hui's words, and looked at Charles with regret, "If you don't become a great emperor and focus on practicing magic, you must still be a god of magic with your aptitude, what a pity What a pity. His Highness Son of God is right, no matter whether you pursue the truth or believe in the Holy Light. If your heart is not pure and your soul is not transparent, you will not be able to go far after all."

After all, Emperor Charles was also a hero of the world. After getting the real answer, he regretted it, but his heart became clear all of a sudden, and he smiled miserably, "I think I am the most powerful man in the world, and my heart is so proud and powerful. However, now it seems that I was really wrong, outrageously wrong. If I could let go of my greed at the peak of my power, enter the monastery to practice the way of the holy light, sharpen my faith, and temper my soul, I am afraid that I would have already ascended to heaven and become a An immortal angel. Wrong, wrong, I was wrong."

Everyone looked at Charles and had nothing to say but regret.

Only his concubines and children and grandchildren burst into tears, and even the sons of heaven came down, saying that the emperor was hopeless. It seems that the Great Emperor is really about to fall.

"Why are you crying?" Charles the Great exhausted his last strength, stood up from the bed, puffed up his chest, and a breath of overlord emerged spontaneously, "I, Charles, the founding emperor of the contemporary empire. Now, I Leave your only last words to your children and grandchildren!"

All his descendants and grandchildren prostrated themselves on the ground, holding their breath, listening to the last words of the peerless emperor in grief and awe.

"As long as I am a descendant of Charles." Charles said firmly, "whether it is a child of a concubine or the emperor. He studied in a monastery before the age of fifteen, and entered the royal monastery again after the age of seventy to serve the Lord of Light devoutly, for us The glory of the Lord spreads all over the continent and strives for life. Any heir who violates this will will be regarded as heresy and resolutely eliminated. This will will be supervised by the Popes of the Holy See of Light and the great God Lord His Majesty!"

The words of Emperor Charles were spoken sonorously, forcefully and unwaveringly, as if they were like an irresistible mountain, pressing on everyone's head.

After saying this, Charles suddenly felt that his soul was much more transparent, as if he saw a broad road leading directly to heaven. There was a smile on his old face.

Got it!

Unfortunately, it was too late.

His true spirit, which had already run out of oil, dissipated in that instant.

"Great Emperor! Fallen!"

The concubines and their children and grandchildren all burst into tears, the crying was loud, and the atmosphere of grief permeated the entire palace.

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