......

Gondeyar had been drowsy as he listened to the indictment, even though what the false saint had said was true.

But there are many aristocrats in the world who do this.

In the eyes of many nobles, there was no difference between commoners and lowly brutes. Even, a civilian is less important than a horse or a cow.

It wasn't until the word burning at the stake that he was shocked.

This pseudo-saint really intends to judge him, or even kill him, right?!

His heart trembled, his original composure disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he hurriedly wanted to break free from the grip of the believer soldiers, and his voice was so sharp that it broke: "Pseudo-saintess, you dare?!"

Not to mention that Gangdeyar couldn't believe it, everyone under the altar was also a little dizzy by her pronouncement.

Especially those who were originally sure that Catherina would not really judge Gondeyar, it was like someone had smashed a hammer on the head at this time, and they were directly stunned.

Wu Hui swept it away, and saw that those civilians were open one by one, their eyes were straight, and their faces were sluggish, as if they had lost their ability to think.

Even the cavalrymen who stood out from the crowd were shocked at this moment, staring at the big eyes of the copper bells, gasping for air, and their expressions were as if they had seen the undead.

Wu Hui's gaze swept over one by one, and he couldn't help but feel a little dark in his heart.

Hehe, what is it worth in front of the great god of light?

Wait~

There will be more shocking things waiting for them in a while~

Wu Hui sighed slightly, since he crossed over to the Broken God Kingdom, he finally slowly realized the joy of being a god.

Meanwhile.

On the altar, Gondeyar couldn't believe that he would really be judged and punished, and he struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles.

However, his hands and feet were all chained by iron-cast shackles, and even half of his long-abandoned martial arts could not be used, so how could he escape?

With all his might, he managed to break free from the grip of the two soldiers, and two more soldiers came up and dragged him to the stake on the altar like a dead dog.

The soldiers were not at all polite to Gondeyar, and dragged him to the stake, tied his arms and legs behind his back, and chained him, and then retreated.

Some soldiers came up with the firewood that had been prepared long ago, piled the firewood under the stake, and soon built a pyre, and even poured grease to support the combustion.

Immediately afterward, a soldier lit a torch that had been prepared long ago and walked towards Gondeyar step by step.

Looking at the torches that were getting closer and closer, and looking at the light of the fire dancing on the torches, Gangdeyar's pupils constricted, and his already flustered heart suddenly fell into an ice cave.

"No, no, no, no!"

He shook his head frantically, his face turned pale, his fat figure trembled with fear, and even his voice trembled: "False Saint...... No, Your Highness, I am guilty, I should not have made a move against the monastery, I should not have exterminated the clergy, I should not have been disrespectful to you, I repent! Isn't God the most merciful? I repent! I must repent with all my heart! I beg you to let ......me go."

While begging for mercy, he twisted his wrist frantically, desperately hitting the stake behind him, trying to break free from the bondage. His pain was paralyzed by extreme fear, even if the rough chains had ground his skin bloody.

However, Catherine did not seem to hear his plea for mercy at all, and the expression on her face did not waver in the slightest, not even her eyes flickered.

In the midst of extreme fear, time seemed to become extraordinarily long.

Gondeyar watched as the torches got closer and closer, and the movements of the struggle suddenly became more and more frenzied, and the chains that held him were torn and rattled in his struggle.

However, no matter how much he struggled and how crazy he was, it was nothing more than a dying struggle.

Within a few paces, the soldier walked to the edge of the pyre and threw his torch onto it.

With the help of grease, flames soon ignited on the pyre.

The hot flames flew up, licking Gondeyar's body. Almost instantly, the thin clothes on his body were set on fire, and the smell of burnt flesh was suddenly heard in the air.

Gangde Yald suddenly screamed like a pig.

Under the severe pain, all the fear turned into resentment in an instant, his eyes burst out, his bloodshot eyes stared at Catherina, and his expression was hideous and terrifying: "Slut, do you think you won? I tell you, don't be too happy, even if I sacrifice my soul to the devil and become an undead, I will never let it go......"

However, before he could finish his words, the flickering flames had already engulfed his body, and the words he had not yet spoken suddenly turned into a terrible wail, and his expression became more and more hideous in the raging firelight.

Under the idol, Catherina lowered her eyes to look at the dying and struggling Gondeyar, like a mad dog, her eyes were cold, and there was no expression on her face.

The flames completely engulfed Gondeyar.

Gradually, even the screams disappeared.

The smell of burnt paste in the air grew heavier and heavier, gradually spreading from the altar to the entire Gru Square.

In the crowd, the whispering voices gradually faded away, and even the cheers of the believers gradually faded.

Soon, the square fell into a deathly silence, except for the screams of Gondeyar, the crackling of the burning pyre, the hunting as the flags fluttered, and the whirring of the wind.

Wu Hui looked through the eyes of God, and saw that the civilians who were still deceiving themselves just now were all frightened, and their faces were pale and froze in place, not daring to move.

Although the cavalrymen who stood out from the crowd were not frightened, the expressions on their faces were full of disbelief, and they looked stupid as if they were about to stare at each other.

The middle-aged knight led by him was quite calm, but his eyes were also full of astonishment and surprise, obviously the situation in front of him had exceeded his expectations. There was awe, shock, fear, and fanaticism on those faces...... All kinds of expressions change, and all kinds of beings are undoubtedly revealed in this short moment.

"Huh?"

His expression suddenly moved, and he felt that the number of faith passages had inexplicably begun to increase. He immediately decided: "Godhead, show the number of believers." ”

In an instant, a string of data appeared in his consciousness.

Holy Spirit: 0

Holy Believers: 0

Zealotics: 7

Devotional: 527

True believers: 121

Shallow Believers: 546

......

Sure enough, the number of believers began to rise.

In just a short period of time, the number of his shallow believers increased by 143, directly reaching 546.

Moreover, at the time when he was looking at the data, the number of shallow believers was still changing and increasing.

Wu Hui is like drinking a can of cold beer in the summer, and his heart is so refreshed that he doesn't want it.

......