Divine Civilization

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The flame was pure white, and golden rays of light were transmitted through it, exuding breathtaking terror.

This is the holy flame.

Sheng Yan burned, the bones did not exist.

Watching the near-white flame approaching, Viscount Marcus' pupils dilated, and the whole person shuddered.

The terrible horror swept through his mind, and his brain was completely blank. At this moment, let alone pretending to say a few grand words, he could not even say a word.

He thought he could face life and death calmly.

However, he knew now that he couldn't do it.

He regrets it! I knew that now, he shouldn't have used the Holy See because of temporary greed! Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything today!

But in a flash of kung fu, the holy flame that exuded the horror had already fallen on Viscount Marcus.

The flames ignited instantly.

Viscount Marcus turned into a human torch almost in a blink of an eye, and the scream screamed and stopped abruptly within a few breaths.

The holy flames are fiery. If it is not restrained by divine power, let alone Viscount Marcus, even the fire frame will be burned into molten iron in the flame.

For a time, in addition to the whistling of the flames on the entire platform, there was only the unconsciously accelerated breathing.

The billowing heat wave permeated from the torture rack, and the skin around everyone's face did not feel any slight tingling.

Looking at this scene, the clergy and the knights on the steps only feel physically and mentally comfortable, very happy.

Let him go against the Holy See, let him attack the priest, that's it!

The feelings of the nobles in the square were a bit complicated.

Although Marcus angered them by treating them as cannon fodder, but as nobles, they actually had some understanding of Marcus.

As a nobleman, who doesn't want their territory to be bigger and richer? After all, Marcus was just too brave, and counted on people who shouldn't.

However, the things in front of them also let them see clearly.

That is, the Holy See cannot be the enemy!

At this moment, let alone the nobles who were on the side of the Holy See. Even the nobles who originally opposed the Holy See and reacted negatively gave up their original ideas and did not dare to risk the Holy See to stop the Holy See from preaching .

Over the heads of the crowd, the power of conviction poured out, and in the blink of an eye, one channel after another converged into the void.

Looking at the new believers in the godhead, Wu Hui tickled his lips in a good mood.

Very good, most of the nobles have been converted to believers, and the next missionary need not worry about encountering obstacles.

As for the few who have not yet become believers, Wu Hui is not forcing them. It doesn't matter if you are not a believer, just don't hinder him from preaching.

but……

"Although the first evil is eliminated, the accomplice cannot be lightly forgiven." Wu Hui said with a heart motion.

His eyes glanced at the nobles in the square, his eyes were calm, and there was a kind of indifference from the sky.

A number of aristocrats were taken aback by his eyes and became nervous unconsciously.

The old aristocracy who had talked with Viscount Marcus several times before was even paler, and his forehead unconsciously exuded drops of cold sweat.

Guangming Youshi said so, did he say ... he already knew?

Before everyone could react, Wu Hui had raised his hand and gently touched in the void.

Suddenly, a few white lights fell from the sky like a meteor and fell into the crowd.

Several nobles in the crowd were spotted with white light, and a white mark appeared on the neck instantly. This imprint resembles a twisted thorn, with a slight golden light on the surface, which looks extraordinary.

"This, what is this?"

The nobleman next to him was shocked, and was almost subconsciously farther away from those who had the mark.

The nobles who were imprinted looked at themselves and others, and immediately understood what was happening, and their expressions became panicked.

"Brightness makes the Lord forgive him! Forgive me, my lord! Oldness is merely acting on orders, not voluntary!"

The old aristocrat's knees softened, and he knelt directly on the ground, his face became pale in an instant.

When Viscount Marcus was arrested just now, he had a terrible premonition, and he did not hesitate to be noticed. Unexpectedly, to hide and hide, after all, they still couldn't hide and were taken out.

He cast his body in five bodies, almost lying on the ground, crying and begging for mercy.

Seeing him like this, several other aristocrats who had been imprinted immediately responded and immediately kneeled down for mercy.

For a while, the sound of wailing ceaselessly filled the entire square.

The surrounding nobles slowly reacted, but still shocked.

These people are usually people in their circles, and they chatted with them not long ago, and secretly communicated. How could they be Viscount Marcus?

"Moore, you ... how can you?" A young aristocrat looked at his companion who couldn't believe it incredibly, feeling as if he knew him for the first time.

"Sorry ~ I, my brother is in his hands, and I ... I can't help it ..." My companion was crying and sorrowing, regretful.

"Ali, you ... why?" A middle-aged aristocrat looked at his companion distressedly, with a hatred of iron.

"I'm sorry ~ I was fascinated by the undead and my head was confused ..."

Similar conversations have taken place in different places.

The Holy See sneered at the sight of everyone on the steps.

Why didn't you regret the secret layout of the Holy See? When the priest was attacked and found that the situation became serious, why did he not warn or report? Now that the Holy See is in control, what's the point of saying this?

Now that the choice has been made, the corresponding price must be borne.

"If you weep a few words and you can be forgiven for a few confession, what is the code?" Wu Hui glanced impatiently at the group, his voice was cold. On the clear day, the mark will disappear. "

After all, he flung his sleeves wide and disappeared.

"Virgin, I will leave the following matters to you."

"Follow the right."

The bright maiden kneeled on one knee, respectfully commanded, and when she stood up, her eyes suddenly became sharp: "Come, press these people into prison, and consider the crime one by one according to the severity of the plot."

"Yes, Her Royal Highness."

The knights of the Holy See greeted their orders, and quickly separated a group of people, and went down to detain the marked nobles.

In the kingdom of God, Wu Hui opened his eyes and sat up slowly from the teacher's chair, unable to help twisting his neck.

He is now becoming more and more proficient, and almost instantly enters the state. Before you change, you have to think about it.

Sure enough, pretending to do this kind of thing, pretending to be accustomed.

Thinking of the nobles of the Nether World, Wu Hui was speechless again.

Speaking of which, he was able to find Viscount Marcus, thanks to these "friends."

Bright God is not truly omnipotent, but he can use more than ordinary humans. Not to mention anything else, just the eye of God can help him collect information that ordinary people cannot imagine.

After all, who can guarantee that there are few followers of the God of Light among his servants?

Especially in the thorn collar that the Holy See preached, Wu Hui ’s eye of God could almost cover the entire thorn collar. Even though there are many places that are still sporadic, there are so many servants under almost every nobleman's hands.

Those nobles thought that they would be foolproof if they blocked the news, but they did not know that Wu Hui could only extract what they wanted from the vast amount of information, and they had long been exposed.

The servants in Viscount Marcus's house were more thoroughly supervised. He could not detect it at first, but it was only through the mouths of the nobles.

I do n’t know, what's going on with the maiden?

Thinking so, he opened the eye of God again.

On the light curtain, a table has been placed at the foot of the Bright Deity. The clergy of the Holy See are putting up a stack of contracts, and placing quill pens and ink beside them.

"This is a contract." The Bright Lady stood with a scepter and explained. "The content of the contract is about the Holy See preaching in your territory. If you have no doubt, please sign the contract. By the way, remind you. "

The bright lady said, turning slowly, and a sharp light suddenly shot in her blue eyes: "This contract has my owner's certification, and once signed, it must not be violated. Otherwise, the consequences are at your own risk!"

Hearing this, UU reading www.uukanshu.com The hearts of the nobles who had blocked the mission of the Holy See were shocked.

With the precedent of Viscount Marcus and several other accomplices before them, no one can doubt the Holy See's ability. At the same time, I also understand that after signing the contract, it is definitely impossible to do the same small actions as before.

Some aristocrats were unwilling to test carefully: "What if you don't sign a contract?"

"It's fine not to sign."

The Bright Lady glanced at him, and before he was happy, she continued: "However, from now on, the Holy See's merit points will be closed to you, and St. Mai's exchange channels will be the same. Not only you , Everyone in your territory is included. Are you sure not to sign? "

The aristocrat's face changed, and his face became faster than flipping through the book: "Sign! Of course, you must sign! How can you not sign ?! I just ask ~ Just ask ~ ha ha ha ..."

Although Saint Mai is precious, as a nobleman in the thorn collar, he has secretly exchanged for Saint Mai long ago, and has been paying attention to the system of merit points, and has even accumulated some merit points by various means, waiting for merit points To redeem what he wants and attributes ~

What happens if the redemption channel is closed?

Not to mention this includes everyone in his territory. He dares to pack tickets, he dare not sign, and in a few days the professionals in his territory must have run out, and even the civilians have to drag home and sneak away.

He cannot afford the consequences.

The faces of the other nobles also changed, and they swarmed to the table, signing them one by one.

Seeing this, Wu Hui completely relieved her heart, closed the eyes of God, and lay back in the teacher's chair again.

After such a smashing of a town, the nobles in the thorn collar must not be able to turn the waves, and he should think about the kingdom of God.

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