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In this technological plane, Wu Hui has not yet established the Gate of Heaven and cannot truly connect the two spaces, so he can only collect the power of faith through spokespersons.

"Huh, those beliefs are so mixed and weak here, and many of the power of faith can't be absorbed at all~" Wu Hui couldn't help frowning, and carefully studied the connection between the statue he made and Angel and her fans.

He found that Angel, who had millions of fans, could only barely accept a few thousand extremely weak wisps of faith, and each wisp could not even be compared to a shallow believer.

Wu Hui studied it carefully, and pondered for a moment in combination with the memory fragments left by the old God of Light.

"Well, it looks like I miscalculated the form. Wu Hui is quite helpless, similar to the worship of celebrities by fans, it is a very weak faith, not to mention that it cannot be processed by the godhead, and most of the power of faith will be dispersed and lost.

Immediately, another ray of light enveloped Angel.

Wu Hui once again made some changes to the statue around her neck.

It was this change that gave the statue a tiny fraction of the role of the Godhead, which was to effectively integrate the scattered channels of faith.

"Eight thousand paths!" After integrating and combing, it was finally determined that there were eight thousand faith channels put on Angel.

Wu Hui sighed, this amount is really unsatisfactory.

Moreover, each of these 8,000 paths can only be comparable to the power of faith provided by a shallow believer. With the foundation unchanged, you can only absorb 8 points of faith power in a day, and it will take more than 100 days to save 1 point of divine power.

It is nearly a hundred times less than Wu Hui imagined. In fact, this is also Wu Hui's own thoughts, how can the power of faith formed by worshipping stars be compared with the energy generated by believing in true gods?

With Angel's current status, it is already very potential to finally integrate so many beliefs.

It seems that we have to find a way to make the Holy Angel grow up as soon as possible. Otherwise, this little bit of faith is purely a drop in the bucket. Immediately, Wu Hui flicked his fingers.

"Hmm?" At this time, Angel was stunned by a series of changes.

It took her a long time to understand the cause and effect under the explanation of Liu Peng and the blonde little Lori. She was favored by the great God of Light and became a saint.

"I now have 8,000 true fans, what's going on?" asked Angel Doris, looking at her list of attributes, confused.

"Your Highness, we don't have this attribute. Liu Peng studied a lot of the system, and after pondering for a while, he explained, "This should be the system of the Holy Maiden is different from ours, you look at the task list, and the system will guide you to the right path." ”

"Holy Maiden Growth Task 1, within 24 hours, the number of true fans will exceed 10,000 (as a holy woman enshrined by the Lord of Light, it is a shame to have only 8,000 real fans, go conquer the world, girl!)

Successful mission: 100 contribution points will be awarded

Mission Failed: Arbitrarily obliterate an apostle

When Angel stated the goal of the mission, the twelve apostles also jumped out of the mission.

That is to assist Her Highness in completing the task, otherwise she will be randomly obliterated!

"Why?" Liu Peng was about to cry all of a sudden, "Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden can't complete the task, why should he wipe out our apostles?"

"Fools, we, as the Twelve Apostles, are here to assist the Holy Maiden in her mission. The blonde little Lori said excitedly, "If you can't even complete the task, isn't it right to die for the Holy Maiden?"

"You go wake up the damn guys. Liu Peng's face was solemn, "If you don't want to be wiped out, you must help the saint complete the task." ”

Soon, little Lori woke up the remaining ten people.

After some noisy noise, everyone suddenly understood the current situation, and if they couldn't complete the task, they would be wiped out, although there was only a one-twelfth chance of dying, but who wanted to be the twelfth?

Immediately, the big guy analyzed it in a gossiping manner.

It soon came to the conclusion that only fans who really support Angel and like it very passionately can be become real fans. The remaining ninety-nine percent are all pseudo-fans.

Wu Yiran, who wore glasses, pushed the glasses frame and analyzed: "If you want to complete the task within 24 hours, you must find a way among the old fans, that is, to convert those pseudo fans into real fans." ”

"Nonsense, Sister Angel debuted for more than a year and has only saved more than 8,000 true fans. Little Lori said disdainfully, "Why do you increase your fans by 2000 in 24 hours." ”

"It's about talent. Wu Yiran said proudly, "Before I was selected by the system to possess me, I was a music producer who relied on my talent to eat. I'm going to compose a new song for Her Highness the Holy Maiden, and ask her to update the demo on Weibo. ”

Then everyone naturally looked up his previous works, and then naturally gave a deep disdain. Just kidding, a music producer who almost starved to death and was abandoned by his girlfriend is simply scum.

"Liu Peng, it's up to you this time. "You're the only one who has 200 contribution points, and you can use a hundred points to make a music producer." ”

Liu Peng was speechless, but in the threatening eyes of the other eleven people, as well as Angel's faintly expectant eyes, he still let it go: "Okay, who made me a real fan of Miss Angel." ”

In fact, 100 contribution points is very valuable.

With the disappearance of contribution points, he quickly rose from a musical idiot to a junior composer, an intermediate composer, a senior composer, and a master composer.

Countless inspirations surfaced in Liu Peng's mind, and his understanding of music suddenly reached an unbelievable level, and then he frowned and said, "I listened to the music of Her Highness the Holy Maiden before, and it felt very good. But now that I think about it, it seems that there are many flaws. First of all, the songs of the saint are too melodic and lack some of the charm that really touches people's hearts. By the way, Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden took the liberty of asking, what is your singing level?"

"Uh......" Angel blushed suddenly, hesitated, and said weakly, "The level given by the system is, intermediate and upper~"

That's right, the saint's singing skills are average, but she is just attracting fans with her natural voice and appearance. Liu Peng seems to have suddenly become an extremely high-end musician, and said eloquently, "Famous songs tend to be saliva." ”

Under the eyes of more than a dozen murderous eyes, Liu Peng continued: "Now Her Royal Highness the Holy Maiden has no contribution points, and she can't directly improve her singing skills, so she can only increase her fans as a whole by adjusting the connotation of the song." ”

Liu Peng...... You ......" The blonde little Lori was half angry and was about to scold at first.

Liu Peng sang softly, it was an ordinary work by Angel before, a work that no one cared about except for some true fans, mediocre and boring.

But Liu Peng simply changed the melody, but it immediately revealed a different charm.

Boredom suddenly turned ethereal, and mediocrity suddenly turned into deep roots. Everyone was captivated by his singing, even though his voice was terrible.

"This ......" Angel has also received professional music training, and was completely shocked at once, obviously it is a similar melody, how can it change so much if it is changed a little?

After a long time, Liu Peng stopped singing and said with a serious face: "Because of the singing skill level of Her Highness the Holy Maiden, I can only make so many small changes. Your Highness, you get a demo of a cappella and post it on Weibo. ”

More than an hour later.

A simple cappella DEMO was thrown on Weibo.

At first, it was just some real fans who were sporadically commenting on congratulations and the like, but soon, there were some exclamatory messages from fans.

Some black fans began to sarcastically ridicule Angel for frying cold rice. Soon, a big battle broke out on both sides.

This situation is normal on Weibo and happens every day.

But the situation gradually changed, and more and more praise appeared, which soon buried the black fans.

And the number of Angel's true fans is also skyrocketing, from dozens, to hundreds, to two hundred. In just one hour, it has risen by two hundred, and the momentum is still growing.

The mission period is 24 hours, and in less than 6 hours from the beginning, Angel has completed the accumulation of 10,000 true fans and completed the first wave of tasks.

Rewards will be distributed as promised.

Everyone received a little reward, and the saint and Liu Peng, who assisted in meritorious service this time, were rewarded the most, each with a full hundred points, and they directly returned to their original capital, earning a composition master for nothing.

This time, everyone's emotions were mobilized. It turned out that helping the saintess complete the task turned out to be such a generous reward.

Seeing this scene, Wu Hui also withdrew from his main consciousness. It is believed that under the dual effect of rewards and punishments, Wu Hui will soon be able to earn back his capital.

Wu Hui, whose consciousness has returned to the kingdom of God, does not know that a special existence has quietly arrived in the scientific and technological plane that he regards as a forbidden realm.

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The Tech Plane!

On the crowded streets, there was suddenly a trace of spatial fluctuations silently.

Immediately afterwards, a small spatial passage appeared out of thin air, and several figures in black hooded robes squeezed out of the not wide spatial passage and landed on the street.

The middle-aged man led by him had a pale face and a majestic temperament, a pair of eyes seemed to hide the entire night sky, and on his shoulders was a slender bone dragon carved from white jade, which was the undead lord.

"Huh......?

Looking at the maglev cars whizzing around, the colorful holographic advertisements on both sides of the road, and the crowds of people coming and going around him, the expression on the pale face of the undead lord was a little strange.

As the master of the Slumbering Lands, the god who created the line of the undead, he thought he had seen enough, but this alien plane refreshed his knowledge.

Instead of riding in a carriage, he sat on alchemy items like iron cans, and the pedestrians on the road looked similar to those on the light plane, but even though he was a god and there was no language barrier, he still couldn't understand what they were saying. What is the "C position", what is the "bull P", what is this?

Moreover, the strength of the people in this world is too weak, right?

The Undead Lord Monarch glanced around, and instantly judged that the average strength of the human beings here was not even level 1, and most of them were only level zero, not to mention that their mental condition and health were not good.

This kind of strength, in the light plane, is only available to slaves who can't even eat enough, right?

However, there are really a lot of people~

The small area around him was densely packed with people. If you can take down this face in its entirety, whether it is the number of believers or the number of undead, I am afraid it will reach a terrifying number.

If this is the case, he may be able to recover from his injuries soon.

It may not take long to rekindle the divine fire.

As soon as he thought of this, the mood of the Undead Lord Monarch improved a little, and even the grievances and boredom caused by being forced to flee in the wilderness dissipated a lot.

"My lord, the natives here are like pigs and beasts. The priest of Nelson obviously also noticed the situation here, waving his scepter and excited, "Moreover, the strength of these natives is still so weak, this is the will of the great universe favoring you~ You chose to leave from the plane of light, and it was indeed right." My lord, let's summon the undead scourge and turn this xenomorph into your bag~"

"There's no hurry. ”

The Undead Lord Monarch waved his hand, and his tone was not impatient: "The more you have the advantage, the more cautious you must be. Find a place to settle down first, find a way to find out the strength of this heteroplane, and then decide on the next step. ”

As he spoke, a maglev truck was whizzing in the direction of several people.

Because the undead lord and several people were wearing concealment magic, the radar system of the maglev car did not detect the existence of several people at all, and the maglev car crashed towards the undead lord without slowing down at all.

In the car, the middle-aged car owner with a greasy face was unaware, and he was still flirting with female netizens with headphones.

"Bang~"

A deafening roar suddenly rang out.

Before the maglev car could touch the corner of the undead lord's clothes, it hit his talisman divine shield, and the divine shield was fine, but the maglev body made of steel was instantly twisted and deformed, and it flipped out upside down.

"Ah~~!"

"Crunch ——!"

"Woo mile ~ woo mile ~ woo mile ~"

In an instant, the screams of the middle-aged car owner were deformed in pain, the sound of screeching brakes, and the sharp sirens sounded on the streets, and the originally orderly traffic fell into chaos.

Even the traffic police in the sentry box received the alarm from the electronic patrol robot, rushed to the patrol mecha and rushed to the scene of the incident.

And the undead lord who caused all this didn't care about it in the slightest. The force with which the maglev car crashed was too weak for him, so weak that it was not worth his attention at all. With that, he took a few of his men and walked away, disappearing at the end of the street.

On the streets, no one, and no surveillance cameras knew who had been here, only a chaotic street, and the confused traffic cops who had checked the surveillance remembered what had happened here.

Until many, many years later, this incident is still an unsolved mystery, and it is talked about by many people because of its strangeness.

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