Divine Civilization

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Gundiyar was drowsy after listening to the reading of the crime, although what the false saint said was true.

But there are many nobles who do this in the world.

In the eyes of many nobles, there is no difference between a commoner and a lowly beast. Even a commoner is not as important as a horse or a cow.

It wasn't until the word "burning" that he was suddenly shocked.

Does this false saint really intend to judge him, or even kill him? !

His heart trembled, and his original composure disappeared without a trace in an instant. He immediately wanted to break free from the grip of the believer soldiers, and his voice was so sharp that it broke: "False saint, how dare you?!"

Not to mention that Gund Yar couldn't believe it, everyone under the altar was also a little dizzy by her sentence.

Especially those who were sure that Katharina would not really judge Gundial, now it was as if they had been hit on the head with a hammer, and they were directly stunned.

Wu Hui glanced over and saw those civilians with their mouths open, their eyes staring straight, their faces dull, as if they had lost the ability to think.

Even the retinue cavalry, who stood out from the crowd, were shocked at the moment, staring at their eyes as big as copper bells, gasping for air, as if they saw the undead.

Wu Hui's eyes swept over one by one, and he couldn't help but feel a little dark.

Hey, are you pretending to be a real god? What is a mere nobleman worthless in front of the great God of Light?

wait~

There will be more shocking things waiting for them in a while~

Wu Hui started to shriek a little. After traveling to the God-breaking Kingdom, he finally realized the joy of being a god.

at the same time.

On the altar, Gundjar couldn't believe that he would really be judged and sanctioned, and Yuzi was struggling desperately, trying to get rid of the restraint.

However, his hands and feet were all locked by iron shackles, and he couldn't even use half of the martial arts that had been abandoned for a long time, so how could he escape?

He tried his best to break free from the grip of the two soldiers, and two more soldiers came up, and together with the original two soldiers, they dragged him to the altar like a dead dog. column.

These soldiers were not polite to Gundiyar at all. They dragged him tightly, tied his arms and legs behind his back and fixed him on the stake, chained him up, and then retreated. go down.

Soldiers came up with the firewood they had prepared long ago, piled the firewood under the stake, and quickly built a firewood pile, and even poured combustion-supporting grease on it.

Immediately afterwards, some soldiers lit the torches they had prepared long ago, and walked towards Gund Yar step by step.

Looking at the torch that was getting closer and closer, looking at the flames dancing on the torch, Gundial's pupils constricted for a while, and his flustered heart suddenly fell into a cave of ice.

"No no no no!"

He shook his head crazily, his face was pale, his fat body was trembling with fear, and even his voice was trembling: "False saints... no, Your Highness, I am guilty, I should not have shot at the monastery, I should not Killing the clergy, I shouldn’t be disrespectful to you, I repent! Isn’t God the most merciful? I repent! I must repent sincerely! Please let me go..."

While begging for mercy, he frantically twisted his wrist and hit the stake behind him desperately, trying to break free from the bondage. Under the extreme fear, his sense of pain has been numb, even if the rough iron chains grind his skin to the point of bleeding, he still doesn't feel it.

However, Catherine didn't seem to hear his begging for mercy at all, the expression on her face didn't waver at all, and even her eyes didn't waver.

Under the extreme fear, time seemed to become extremely long.

Gundial watched the torch getting closer and closer, and his struggling movements suddenly became more and more crazy, and the iron chains that locked him were ripped apart during his struggle.

However, no matter how he struggled and how crazy he was, it was just a dying struggle.

Only a few steps away, the soldier walked to the edge of the woodpile and threw the torch onto the woodpile suddenly.

With the help of the fat, the fire quickly ignited on the pyre.

Hot flames rushed up, licking Gundial's body. Almost in an instant, the thin clothes on his body were ignited, and there was a smell of burnt flesh in the air.

Gunde Yarton screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Under the severe pain, all the fears turned into hatred in an instant. His eyes were bulging and bloodshot, staring at Katharina with a horrifying expression: "Bitch, do you think you won? ? Let me tell you, don’t be too happy, even if I sacrifice my soul to the devil and turn into an undead, I will never let it go..."

However, before he could finish his words, the dancing flames had already engulfed his body. Before he could speak, his words suddenly turned into tragic wailing, and his expression became more ferocious in the raging flames.

Under the statue, Katharina looked down at Gundial who was struggling like a mad dog, her eyes were cold and her face was expressionless.

The fire completely engulfed Gundial.

Gradually, even the screams disappeared.

The burnt smell in the air became heavier and heavier, and gradually spread from the altar to the entire Gelu Square.

In the crowd, the whispering voices gradually disappeared, and even the cheers of the believers gradually weakened.

Soon, the square fell into a deadly silence, except for the screams of Gundjar, the crackling of the burning pyre, the hunting of flags fluttering, and the whirring of the wind, there was no other sound. the sound of.

Wu Hui looked through the eyes of God, and saw that the civilians who were still deceiving themselves and others just now were all frightened, their faces were pale and froze in place, not daring to move.

Although the outstanding cavalry were not frightened, the expressions on their faces were full of disbelief, as if their eyes were going to pop out of their eyes.

The middle-aged knight who was the leader was still calm, but his eyes were full of astonishment and astonishment. It was obvious that the situation in front of him had exceeded his expectations. There was awe, shock, fear, and fanaticism on those faces... All kinds of expressions changed, and the various states of beings were revealed in this short moment.

"Um?"

He suddenly changed his expression, and felt that the number of belief channels began to increase inexplicably. He made a decisive decision: "The godhead shows the number of believers."

In an instant, a string of data appeared in his consciousness.

Holy Spirit: 0

Saints: 0

Zealots: 7

Devotees: 527

True believers: 121

Shallow believers: 546

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Sure enough, the number of believers began to increase.

In just that short time, the number of his shallow followers unexpectedly increased by 143, directly reaching 546.

Moreover, at the time when he checked the data, the number of shallow believers was still changing and increasing.

Wu Hui is like drinking a can of cold beer in the summer, and he feels so refreshed that he doesn't want it.

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