......

And, of course, most importantly, less consumption!

The consumption of this magic is very, very small!

According to Godhead's calculations, only 0.1 divine power is needed to support him to use the "Vision of God" for a whole day!

And this consumption is calculated by time, not by times, and he can turn it off at any time and enable it at any time.

The practicality is nothing short of spectacular.

"It's cool!"

Wu Hui jumped up and waved his arm excitedly, almost wanting to praise his wit!

If he hadn't known every process of creating divine arts, he probably wouldn't have dared to believe that such an awesome divine technique was actually created by himself.

Of course, this is also because Wu Hui is too poor.

Poverty is indeed a powerful source of power, otherwise it would be impossible to invent this kind of magic that saves divine power with all its might.

The old light god is full of divine power, and he will not think about saving a little divine power at all.

Thinking of this, Wu Hui's mood was a little sour.

Poor gods are indeed undignified.

No matter what~ Now that the magic has been created, let's try it quickly.

Wu Hui's soul sat down on the spot and directly cast the "Eye of God".

The next moment, his eyes flickered, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It was as if in an instant, from the desolate and lonely snow-white snow-white mountain back to the hustle and bustle of the world, the colors in front of Wu Hui's eyes suddenly became vivid and bright.

Golden sunlight, dappled stone walls, verdant green grass, blooming wildflowers on the meadows, busy crowds, running noisy children......

He seemed to be in a sunny place, and everything around him was filled with a noisy and chaotic smell of red dust, fresh and bright, so lively that he felt like he was in a different world.

Wu Hui was stunned for an instant.

Even if the Kingdom of Light is in ruins, it is still holy and quiet, the most color in sight is white, and the only sound that can be heard in the ears is the prayers of believers. After staying in the kingdom of God for more than a year, he thought he was used to it, but now that he suddenly returned to the world, he suddenly realized that he was still so attached to this rolling red dust.

Even if this red dust is not the other red dust.

Taking a deep breath and greedily breathing in the scent of flowers and warm sunshine, he allowed himself to soak up the long-lost emotion, and it took a while for him to come back to his senses.

The sense of substitution is really a strong sense of substitution.

It feels as if you've traveled back in time and are in a whole new world.

It's worth it, so many days of hard work are worth the ticket.

Wu Hui's current state is actually quite special.

He can hear, see, smell, but he can't touch or touch. After all, the "Eye of God" only transmits a message, and his soul body is actually still in the kingdom of God, and he has not moved his nest at all.

His current perspective should have stayed on the sacred square of the Abbey of St. Luan.

Several days had passed since the night of the god's descent, and the traces of the battle in the square had been cleaned up, and even the most difficult blood stains had been washed away under repeated scrubbing, leaving only a faint trace on the surface of the stones.

In the center of the square, the towering statue of the god of light no longer has the vast majesty of the gods, but it still exudes a faint majesty, and the surface of the white jade no longer has a crack, full of holy atmosphere.

In front of the statue, a pit with a diameter has been fenced off with a wooden fence, and more than a dozen believers are surrounding the fence, looking at the miracle with awe.

"See, this is the stigma left by the spear of judgment descended from the great god of light. A young man in a linen robe pointed to the pit behind the fence and introduced it to the newly converted believers, his eyes were in awe, but mixed with inexplicable pride, "Didn't you see, that night, Niko was wearing chain mail with such strong defensive power, and it exploded into pieces with a bang......

The young believers spoke with tears of their brows and vividly described the situation of the previous night, and the others listened with emotion and excitement.

This is the coming of the true God, can you not be excited? I just hate that they didn't participate in that collective prayer and missed the opportunity.

Otherwise, they will have the opportunity to witness the miracles of the great gods.

The sun was shining, shining a light on their faces with chagrin and regret.

"Hehe, this young man is quite eloquent. Wu Hui secretly praised, but it was an object worth cultivating.

Subsequently, Wu Hui adjusted the perspective of the Eye of God. Inside the Abbey of St. Luan, wander around.

This immersive feeling is much stronger than the VR experience imagined by Wu Hui.

At the edge of the square, a group of male believers were busy on the fence.

Dozens of believers, shirtless, were moving rocks to repair the fence, while half-grown children helped clear the collapsed fence and deliver it.

In a few days, the smoky stone wall has been repaired for a long time, and in a few days, it may be repaired.

On the ground next to the courtyard wall, some elderly believers are bending down to clear weeds in a deserted vegetable patch. Behind them, other young people were busy turning the soil, planting seeds, and watering them......

The kids, who were not even around their waists, screamed and ran around the vegetable patches, playing the game of knights catching robbers. As a result, before the little "knights" could catch the "robber", they were grabbed by the working adults and thrown directly into the square despite their struggles.

Under the sun, the whole monastery was alive and well, and all the faithful had smiles on their faces and were full of hope for the future.

Looking at this scene, Wu Hui felt as if his heart was filled with something, as if he had an inexplicable sense of mission.

These believers all believed in Wu Hui, the god of light, and many of them abandoned their homes and followed them to the monastery of the god of light.

This also made Wu Hui have more burden on his shoulders.

At the very least, let the believers who believe in him live happily in the future.

Then, Wu Hui's mind moved, and he raised his perspective.

In an instant, he seemed to be flying up from the ground, the ground was getting farther and farther away from him, everything in front of him was getting smaller and smaller, and his perspective was getting wider and wider.

He saw that in the courtyard behind the monastery, Langdon and three other newly transferred Templars were fighting each other, exhausted and panting. Sweat slid down their cheeks, shining in the sun.

He saw that in another courtyard farther away, St. Catherine was preaching the doctrine with the trainee nun Cathy, and a crowd of civilians gathered around her, listening attentively and with great earnestness.

They were poorly dressed, but their expressions were extraordinarily reverent, and their bright eyes carried a strong hope for the future.

Wu Hui stayed here for a while, listening to the soft voice of the holy woman, revealing an extremely pious and infectious speech.

That feeling made even Wu Hui, the god of light, feel a little blood boiling, and he was infected by brainwashing, and he couldn't help but believe in the great god of light.

Well, Wu Hui admits that looking at the Holy Maiden of Light from this perspective is very emotional.

Shrouded in a faint holy light, she was filled with an inviolable sense of holiness.

Even if Wu Hui was "well-informed" before the crossing, he had never seen a blonde woman with an out-of-this-world temperament, a hot body, and snowy skin like the Holy Maiden of Light.

For a while, Wu Hui's heart was moved, and he secretly wondered if he would take advantage of the light saintess to take a bath at night and then come down for a walk?

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