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"The Order of the Holy Cross can shelter only one person. A cold glint flashed in Viscount Connor's eyes, and he dropped his saber and immediately put the medal on his chest.

A slight amount of fighting qi is urged and activated.

In an instant, the Holy Cross shone brightly.

The holy white light bloomed from the medallion, and in an instant, it dispersed the black qi in his chest, and quickly spread along his chest to the surroundings, enveloping his entire body.

The terrifying poisonous "Elemental Abyss", which can be weakened even by level 7 creatures, encountered the Holy Light, as if it had encountered a natural enemy, and under the impact of the Holy Light, it was defeated and retreated, constantly retreating, and constantly collapsing.

Soon, most of the black qi that permeated Viscount Connor's body dissipated, and even the pale and atrophied muscles were gradually recovering.

However, right on his chest, the black qi not only did not dissipate, but became darker and more viscous.

Because of the expulsion of the Holy Light, all the remaining black gas toxins gathered here, and the rich and viscous black Qi was stunned to resist the invasion of the Holy Light.

For a while, the two lights, one black and one white, were helpless and fell into a stalemate.

The smile on Viscount Connor's face suddenly froze, and his expression suddenly became very ugly: "Even the Holy Cross Medal can't be completely dispelled?"

He originally thought that the Elemental Abyss was famous, but the Dark Witch Judy was only level 4 after all, even if she barely refined the Elemental Abyss, it must be the kind of defective product with a greatly reduced effect, and the Light Purification Technique on the Holy Cross was performed by a cardinal-level monk, and it could be dispelled no matter what.

Unexpectedly, it couldn't be dispelled!

This is a big problem!

After pacing in place twice, Viscount Connor's face was extremely gloomy, and he said to the old butler: "Pass the order, immediately gather all the troops and attack Gru Town." Also, give me a bounty, whoever it is, as long as I can capture the false saint and the dark witch alive, I will have a reward. ”

"Yes, sir. ”

The old butler immediately answered, and hurried down to convey the order.

Viscount Connor looked down at the black gas that had shrunk into a ball in his chest, and a touch of cruelty suddenly crossed his gray-green eyes.

No matter how powerful this poison is, as long as he catches the Dark Witch, he has ten thousand ways to force her to come up with an antidote. No matter how bad it is, there will always be one or two holy weapons in the hands of the pseudo-saint, which can also suppress the poison.

Now, even if you have to sacrifice some more soldiers, you can only sacrifice.

The true nobility that has been passed down from generation to generation is like this, selfish and selfish, and can sell everything for their lives.

At this time, suddenly.

A somewhat snarky male voice came from the courtyard outside the study.

"Yo~ I haven't seen you for many years, why did Master Connor make such a mess of himself?"

"Who?"

Viscount Connor was startled, and turned his head sharply to look through the window, but saw a figure next to the stone carving in the courtyard.

The figure sat leaning on the stone carving, looking at Viscount Connor with a smile.

He had chestnut hair, a beard on his face, he looked quite old, but his body was still thin and powerful, and he was dressed in a well-made dark red leather armor with a red glow flowing on it, which did not look like an ordinary product.

However, the most striking thing about him was the extremely exaggerated red spear on his back.

The body of the gun was the length of two people, the head of the gun was longer than the arm, and the body of the gun was carved with incomparably exquisite patterns, and every inch of the body exuded a terrifying and dangerous aura, which made people feel frightened.

Even if he just sat casually and didn't let out any momentum, as long as anyone who saw him would understand, this person was definitely not easy to mess with.

Seeing this person, a deep jealousy crossed Viscount Connor's eyes, but a relaxed smile appeared on his face as if his face had changed: "Uncle Edmund, you are here." ”

The so-called "Uncle Edmund", whose full name was Edmund Ilves, was one of the trusted confidants of his father, Count Raymond, and one of the viscounts under his command.

Of course, the vast majority of people are probably more familiar with his other name than his title as a viscount - "Edmund the Flamewalker".

He is one of the few sub-saint-level powerhouses in the country, with a great reputation, and his strength is only one level worse than that of a level 7 saint.

When Viscount Connor first became suspicious of the Dark Witch, he had already written to Edmund, inviting him to help.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Edmund Ilves owed him a small favor a long time ago, with his status and status, he might not be able to invite a person of this level.

And even if there was a favor, he spent a lot of money to get Edmund to agree to make a move.

Thinking of those costs, Viscount Connor still feels heartache, but he has to pay again.

After a few words of greeting with Viscount Connor, Edmund also knew the whole story from his mouth.

"It's just a group of people who rebelled in the name of the God of Light, and it's worth your enthusiasm for such a rebellion?" he smiled contemptuously, his tone nonchalant, "Don't worry, leave it to me." I will use my strength to make them understand that the authority of the nobility cannot be blasphemed, and that those who disobey will pay the price of blood. ”

"Then the rest is up to Uncle Edmund. ”

Viscount Connor complimented Edmund with a bit of flattery, and his mood quickly calmed down, and he was no longer manic.

With the "Flame Walker" here, what if there is a level 6 powerhouse next to the pseudo-saint?

With thousands of troops in hand, and Edmund the Flame Walker to help, he didn't believe that a small pseudo-light saintess could still climb to the sky!

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"Huh?" Wu Hui, whose consciousness had already returned to the Bright God Kingdom, arranged everything, and was about to sit back and wait for the show to begin, suddenly sensed some strong fluctuations.

Those fluctuations come from the faith channel of believers.

Those faith channels are not very strong, most of them are shallow believers, a few are true believers, and only a very small number of devout believers are mixed with them.

But there were many of them, starting with just over a hundred and soon growing to hundreds.

That number is still soaring.

If a single shallow believer prayed to Wu Hui, unless he held the holy relic in his hand and the prayer emotion was very intense, it would be difficult for Wu Hui to sense the faint to extreme fluctuations.

Even in the Godhead, it is possible to filter and isolate the prayers of this part of the believer.

If the dignified God of Light had to sense and take care of even the ordinary prayers of the shallow believers, then Wu Hui didn't have to do anything all day long, and he would be a nanny for all the believers.

However, at the same time period, when there are a large number of shallow believers in the same area to pray collectively, the fluctuations will be larger, and the more believers pray, the more fluctuations Wu Hui can sense.

When thousands of shallow believers pray collectively, the fluctuation of reminders to Wu Hui will be no less than that of individual holy believers.

"Is this in Lu'an City?" Wu Hui paid a little attention and sensed that those believers were from Lu'an City, and even Connor Castle in Lu'an City.

"What's going on?" Wu Hui frowned secretly, a little confused.

Lu'an City has always been the enemy's stronghold, and it has been strictly guarded against the infiltration of the Holy See of Light, and it has spared no effort to eliminate the clergy. Therefore, although there are many believers in Luan City and Connor Castle, the proportion is not high compared to the total population.

But just a few believers actually prayed to him Wu Hui at the same time? Could it be that what disaster happened?

"Godhead, listen to the prayers of the believers. Wu Hui commanded solemnly.

Believers are the foundation of Wu Hui's development and growth, and he can't afford not to pay attention to it.

Suddenly!

A large amount of mixed and weak information poured into Wu Hui's consciousness.

"Great God of Light, help me. ”

"My lord, I pray that you will save my mother. ”

"Come down to earth, O God, and suppress the plague. ”

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Wait, countless messages impacted Wu Hui's consciousness, making him suddenly have a headache, and hurriedly cut off the torrent of information.

He rubbed his temples and frowned, no wonder the old god of light would block out the prayer messages of most of the low-level believers. If you have hundreds of millions of shallow believers, all of them can take care of it, even if they are incarnated in thousands, they can't handle it.

Moreover, the benefit of a single shallow believer to the gods is too small, and no god is willing to deal with a single shallow believer.

Not to mention that he looked like the old God of Light when he was at his peak, Wu Hui, who now only has one or two thousand believers, is not very willing to take care of the prayers of ordinary believers.

However, the believer's mixed prayer messages also alarmed Wu Hui: "Plague?"

Could it be that there is a catastrophic plague in the city of Luan?

Wu Hui was stunned in his heart, and said secretly, it won't be ......

At this moment, a strong fluctuation of faith trembled in Wu Hui's consciousness, which was a prayer belonging to the level of a fanatic.

"Judy, the Dark Witch?"

Wu Hui listened to her prayers without hesitation.

"My lord!" the dark witch's hoarse and excited voice sounded in Wu Hui's consciousness, "Enlighten my lord, those stupid nobles, the army, the foolish people who dare to offend you, your most faithful servants have already punished them for you. May the light of our Lord shine on every inch. ”

Disciplinary?

Wu Hui's eyes darkened, and he suddenly couldn't laugh or cry, aren't you a madwoman? My oracle is just to let you retreat quickly, which one wants you to make waves in Lu'an City?

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