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There was an eerie silence in and around Gruburg, and only the screams of Viscount Connor continued to sound, mournful and mournful.

In the silence, St. Luke spread his wings with a "hula" and flew over Gruburg.

Under the blue sky, his white wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and his body was majestic and vast, and even the stratus clouds in the sky were scattered because of the stirring of his wings.

Everything seems to interpret the fact that he is the angel from above the heavens and overlooking the world, incomparable and incomparable.

Under the pressure of vastness, the entire battlefield seemed to have become his personal domain.

I saw him casually raise the long sword, and the holy white light flowed out from his palm, and the cold holy light long sword suddenly bloomed with an incomparably sharp edge.

Under the coercion of Viscount Connor's already restrained and the volley of the Angel of War.

The small number of soldiers and generals who were still hesitating and did not make up their minds to surrender finally lost their last fighting spirit, discarded their weapons, and knelt on one knee, bowing their heads to represent surrender.

With the last lord knight leading the private soldiers to announce their surrender,

Violent cheers erupted from the Light Cultists' side.

"Whew!We won~!"

"We won!!"

"I knew that with the blessing of our lord, we would win!"

Wave after wave of cheers spread from the front of the castle to the back of the castle, as if they were about to overturn the sky.

In the town of Gru, some civilians faintly heard the cheers, and couldn't help but open the closed doors of their houses and walked out into the street.

Without the door, the cheers from the direction of Gruburg suddenly became clear. Reacting to what happened, the civilians were immediately excited, and a few even lost control of their emotions and directly covered their faces and cried with joy.

Soon, the doors and windows of one civilian household after another were knocked, and the joy of victory quickly spread to the entire town of Gru with a cheer of "We won".

Before they knew it, everyone had spontaneously walked out of the door and saluted in the direction of Gruburg on the hill.

The entire Gelug region was thunderous with joy, "My lord blesses, long live Her Highness the Holy Maiden of Light." ”

The Dark Witch, who was hiding in the shadows and observing this battle, sneered: "Stupid civilians, under the protection and gaze of our lord, how can this battle be lost?"

There was a mockery on her lips, but the slightly upturned corners of her mouth and relaxed body showed that she attached importance to this war.

"Hmph! Let that delicate saint make a great contribution first. The Dark Witch's eyes sparkled, "Looks like I should work hard, and I can't afford to lose to that pretending Saint of Light." ”

As she spoke, she slowly stepped back, and gradually disappeared into the darkness, without a trace.

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On the walls of Gruburg, the Holy Maiden of Light looked cold and calm, as if the end of this war had already been doomed.

Since taking control of the Holy See, she has gradually developed a temperament that is invisible, even if there is a thunderous cheer around her, it only makes her eyelashes tremble slightly.

She methodically arranged her men to collect weapons and control the captives who surrendered, and then she stepped out of the crowd and led the clergy to the top of the city wall, kneeling on one knee towards St. Luke in the sky.

"Thank you, Lord for your protection, and thank you for your support on the battlefield. ”

Her blue eyes were as clear as an abyss, as clear as a rock, and nothing could shake them.

"Today, with the blessing of our Lord, we have escaped a catastrophe. One day, I will make all the places where the power of God can reach be the land of the gods, and the places where the light of the gods will be filled with your followers. ”

"Praise be to my Lord. ”

So saying, she clasped her hands on her breasts and prayed in prayer.

"Praise be to my Lord. ”

The clergy behind her followed, praying devotionally.

Their prayers were not high-pitched or passionate, but under the influence of divine magic, they spread out like waves of water, and gradually, the air around them seemed to become solemn and sacred.

Before I knew it, the deafening cheers slowly stopped.

The soldiers on the city wall, and the civilians in charge of logistics in the castle unconsciously restrained their expressions, knelt down and bowed their heads and prayed softly.

The sound of prayer spread far and wide from the top of the mountain.

Even the solemn prayer could be heard in the town of Grew at the foot of the mountain.

They spontaneously gathered in the sacred square in the center of the town, and around the statue of light in the center of the square knelt down and prayed with gratitude and joy to thank the Lord for bestowing victory and glory on them.

During this time, the believers who had been quietly transferred from other towns also hid in the homes of the civilians of Gru Town, and the total number of believers in the entire Gru Town had exceeded 10,000.

For a time, the entire sacred square was densely packed with human heads, and the scene was even more spectacular than when Gondeyar was judged.

In the sky.

A golden glow, the imposing Gate of Heaven opened again.

St. Luke, the angel of war, who had completed all his missions, spread his white wings and slowly flew towards the gate of heaven in the sky.

The light from the Gates of Heaven shone on St. Luke, setting him off with great majesty and strength.

Countless people at the scene all knelt down towards the gate of heaven, whether it was a believer or a surrendered soldier general, no one dared to stand at this moment.

The Holy Maiden of Light, who was presiding over the ceremony, had a gleam in her eyes, as if she wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking, and finally chose to lower her head and continue to chant the ceremony, which was sacred and solemn.

In the sky, St. Luke's figure grew taller and taller.

At the moment when his figure was about to enter the gate of heaven, a calm and gentle voice sounded softly in the ears of the Holy Maiden of Light.

"Kid, you're the pride of my Luke's life. I'm fine in the kingdom of heaven and God, my lord...... It's not what I expected, but he's a good ......."

Before the words fell, the gate of heaven in the sky had suddenly closed, and the second half of the word "good" was suddenly locked in the door.

The Bright Saintess's body trembled slightly, and her blue eyes gradually covered with a layer of mist.

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At the same time, the Kingdom of Light.

As soon as he passed through the gate of heaven, the light that swirled around St. Luke's body disappeared in an instant, and the wings on his back also dissipated in an instant.

St. Luke, the "Angel of War" who was still majestic and radiant just now, turned into a wrinkled, energetic little old man in the blink of an eye, like the old butler of a noble family.

Fortunately, Viscount Connor and the others couldn't see this scene, otherwise, eighty percent would have been shocked. The difference is really too big.

It's not that the body created by the metamorphosis pool for St. Luke's inadequacy, but that in the process of getting along with Wu Hui, he has become more and more like a housekeeper. I always felt that the appearance of the young man was inappropriate, and there was no sense of ceremony, so I gradually became like this.

Wu Hui had already persuaded him several times, but the old man of St. Luke was very stubborn, and he would not return to his original position unless he issued an oracle. Over time, Wu Hui could only let him go.

"My lord. ”

Seeing Wu Hui, St. Luke hurriedly bowed respectfully, with a humble and pious attitude: "The old servant is fortunate not to be dishonored. ”

"Well done. ”

Wu Hui praised him in a good mood.

St. Luke was the best man at his disposal, and if it weren't for him, it wouldn't have been easy to end the battle quickly in the situation just now.

"With the blessing of your divine power, and the assistance of the Level 7 Demonic Beast Armor and the Holy Light Sword, even if you are not an old servant, the result will be the same if you change anyone's shot. The old servant really didn't dare to take credit. ”

St. Luke's expression was calm and restrained, and he was quite calm and calm without being arrogant or discouraged.

However, after winning the battle, his mood was still much more relaxed than usual, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were stretched a little.

The two of them said a few words happily, and Wu Hui habitually called up the godhead data, wanting to see how much divine power was consumed in the wave just now.

Unexpectedly, Wu Hui was stunned when he saw this.

"Ten o'clock?"

His eyes widened slightly, a little skeptical that he was dazzled.

After careful confirmation, Wu Hui found that his divine power had gone from 24 points of divine power before the war to only 6.2 points left after some chaotic consumption.

The biggest consumption is, of course, St. Luke's 10 points of divine power.

St. Luke fought neatly just now, and he didn't stay in the Nether for long. He obviously felt that it didn't take long, why did he spend 10 points of divine power?

No way, my divine power can't be spent so quickly.

Wu Hui's heart ached, he felt as if he had been stabbed in his heart, and the blood was flowing down drop by drop.

"My lord?"

St. Luke looked at Wu Hui, who was suddenly stunned, suspicious if he had made my lord unhappy by saying the wrong thing.

"It's fine. ”

Wu Hui waved his hand weakly, and pulled out a comforting smile strongly.

It's okay~It's okay~

Although the amount of divine power consumed is a bit much, as long as you win, the territory is bigger, and the number of believers is larger, these divine powers will soon be earned.

Well.

He doesn't feel distressed.

He really didn't feel distressed at all.

St. Luke's eyes were full of doubt, but he didn't delve into it, but mentioned another thing: "Didn't you say that you didn't pass down an oracle to judge Viscount Connor yourself?"

"I have my own plans for this. ”

Wu Hui secretly sneered, blaming himself for picking the door attribute, and almost neglected the business.

He immediately collected his emotions, his mind moved, and he immediately preached the oracle to the Holy Maiden of Light.

At the same time, I secretly thought in my heart, Connor, Connor, you and I have been hostile for so long, you must fight a little, cooperate with me well, and help me make up for the huge expenditure of divine power.

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At the same time, the plane of light.

After receiving the oracle, the Holy Maiden of Light, who had just stood up and was about to send someone to clean up the battlefield, immediately stopped the clergy who were about to disperse, and announced loudly: "My lord has an edict that Connor Raymond will strangle the believers with the intention of overthrowing our religion, and he will send the right messenger of light to judge him and purify Connor Raymond with holy fire." ”

Her voice was solemn and solemn, and it instantly spread throughout the entire battlefield under the effect of divine magic.

When the words fell, all the believers were suddenly refreshed and excited. The soldiers of Lu'an City, who had just surrendered, also stirred up, exchanged heads and talked about each other.

Soon, the Holy Maiden of Light organized people to prepare the ceremony to welcome the oracle, knelt down to the sky, and bowed devoutly: "The Holy Maiden of Light, Catherina, together with all the clergy of the Holy See, welcomes the arrival of the right envoy of light. ”

Behind her, a group of clergy suddenly knelt on the ground, throwing themselves to the ground, extremely religious.

"Greetings to the Right Messenger of Light. ”

The solemn and solemn atmosphere quickly spread around them, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

On the city wall, the soldiers who were still talking excitedly just now unconsciously knelt down and bowed their heads deeply.

Outside the city walls, the soldiers in charge of guarding and monitoring the captives were also infected by this atmosphere and slowly knelt down.

Even the believers who were in charge of logistics put down their work and fell to their knees reverently, offering the highest respect to the coming oracle.

"Greetings to the Right Messenger of Light. ”

"Greetings to the Right Messenger of Light. ”

"Welcome ......"

The sound of greeting spread from inside and out of Gruburg, and for a moment, the whole heaven and earth seemed to be filled with this sound, and even the air seemed to become solemn and sacred.

Even in the town of Gru at the foot of the mountain, the believers gathered at the foot of the Statue of Light seemed to have a premonition and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Up and down the mountain, everyone was looking forward to it, looking forward to the arrival of the right messenger of light.

In the limelight.

The sky lit up.

A little golden light suddenly appeared in the blue sky, rapidly expanding and expanding, turning into a milky white light cluster that emitted golden light.

The next moment.

The light cluster was golden and bright, and a figure slowly walked out of the light.

This figure was tall and of great temperament, shrouded in the haunting of holy light, and his bearing was like that of an archangel holding the sword of judgment on the dome of the church, and it was indescribably sacred.

With his appearance, an incomparably sacred, incomparably majestic aura suddenly spread out, turning into a heavenly coercion that swept the entire sky.

In an instant, the already extraordinary figure instantly became even taller and more majestic.

Even the angel St. Luke, who came down through the gate of heaven before, was completely reduced to a foil compared to him.

This figure is naturally Wu Hui disguised as the "Right Messenger of Light".

Wu Hui, who had disguised this identity before, felt that the light right made this incarnation quite toneful.

It can meet him to personally go down to the mortal world to do something, take a break or something, it's very useful.

After all, it is too formal to descend to the mortal world in the name of the god of light, and the number of times is too much, it will inevitably give people the impression that this god of light is not stable enough, and he will go down to the mortal world to wander around when he has nothing to do.

In order to maintain the majesty of the God of Light, it is better to keep that identity at a distance from the mortal world, and have a more sense of mystery.

This feeling is like the ancient emperor, who always liked private visits and the like.

At this time, Wu Hui's image is great. But his ultimate goal is to earn back the divine power of blood loss, at least, to earn back a little bit.

Your Excellency Viscount Connor, you must hold on a little longer, and it is up to you whether you can get back to your roots.

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