Joe was at the Army Department when he took over the appointment of Salian to the Ruhr City.

An inconceivably magnificent divine power pierced through the sky, and in the dark clouds high in the sky, a large hole with a diameter of several miles was broken.

The golden sun shines through the cloud pit and shines on the Ruhr Cathedral.

The majestic Ruhr Cathedral is full of dazzling white light, and on the façade of the church, a gilded saint statue from the history of the Golden Oak Church reflects the golden glow in the sunlight.

Outside the gates of the Ruhr Cathedral, under the high steps, on the huge square, countless believers are crawling.

The rich and powerful people, they were brightly dressed, and knelt down closest to the steps with respect and fear; The ordinary citizens, neatly dressed but plainly clothed, knelt in the middle of the square, some distance from the steps of the cathedral.

As for the ragged civilians, and even the homeless, they could only bow down on the edge of the square, or even in the nearby streets. Not much of the golden sunlight from the sky could fall on them.

St. Attila stands in front of the gates of the Ruhr Cathedral, standing on nearly 100 steps and looking down on the more than 100,000 worshippers in the square.

He was dressed in a bloody robe, and on his chest and back, a golden oak icon embroidered with gold thread shone brightly.

He opened his arms and whispered in a solemn voice, "Blessed are you, for the glory of my Lord is hanging over you...... Whoever believes in our Lord will be blessed. ”

Behind St. Attila, dozens of clergy dressed in bloody robes and with a strong aura chanted Mu's holy name at the same time.

On Saint Attila's body, an incomparably rich golden divine light lit up, and with a light touch of his finger, countless golden points of light fell from the sky, falling lightly and gracefully on the bodies of those believers.

Looking carefully, about ninety percent of the points of light falling in the air fell on those gorgeously dressed people.

There were only less than one percent of the points of light, and they were slowly scattered to the prostrate believers in the rear.

The golden light fell on their bodies, and streams of heat filled with incredible power suddenly poured into the bodies of the believers, and they let out extremely comfortable moans one by one, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Disease, in dissipation.

Disability, in healing.

There are even believers who have lost an eye, or even a hand, or a leg, and they have grown new eyes, new palms, and lower legs.

There are even gray-haired believers, their hair is darkened in public, and the wrinkles on their faces are disappearing rapidly, and their bodies are refilled with abundant energy.

Kneeling at the forefront, several goosebumps, old aristocratic women who were too old to look good, let out a cry of surprise and joy—in front of everyone's eyes, they were over ninety years old, their hair quickly turned black, their wrinkles quickly dissipated, their skin became white, delicate and shiny, and in just a few breaths, they returned to the appearance of beautiful women of thirty years old!

There are a few old nobles who are lying on the stretcher, they have completely lost their mobility, and can only rely on their families to send here, after they take a few breaths, they spit out thick phlegm and blood clots from their mouths, they regained their vitality, got up from the stretcher tremblingly, and after moving their arms and legs a few times, they fell to the ground very quickly......

Such a miracle.

Such an incredible power.

Countless believers chanted Mu's holy name in unison, and some people were so moved that they kowtowed like pounding garlic, and their heads hit the ground heavily, until their heads broke and blood flowed, and the whole person fainted.

"You are also guilty."

The voice of St. Attila echoed through the square: "If any of you worships evil gods and approaches heresy, you will be severely punished. ”

Saint Attila's finger tapped again.

High in the sky, dense blood-colored fires poured down like a torrential rain, and the blood-colored fires fell on the believers in the back of the square, and immediately thousands of believers let out a terrible howl, and their bodies were full of viscous blood-colored flames.

These believers fell to their knees stiffly, unable to move, only to keep howling, letting the flames burn wildly on their bodies, burning their skin into ashes little by little, and then slowly devouring their muscles, nerves, blood vessels, and bones......

More than 1,000 believers were burned to ashes little by little in front of countless believers.

The entire incineration process lasted a full half an hour.

In the past half an hour, only the terrible screams echoed over the square, and countless believers knelt on the ground, one by one sweating profusely with fright, and their faces were pale like ghosts.

"Honor my Lord and turn away from heresy...... You will be blessed! When more than a thousand unfortunate ghosts were completely reduced to ashes, and the ashes were blown by the cold wind, and the ashes swirled into the sky, the indifferent voice of Santa Attila resounded throughout the square again, and it was even heard far away by the wind, and even half of the people of Ruhr could hear it clearly.

Outside the Ruhr city, in several large military camps, a large number of Imperial Army officers stood on a high place, holding military binoculars, with cold faces, looking in the direction of the Ruhr Cathedral.

In the field army headquarters in charge of the Ruhr City, several Imperial Army generals looked at the map of Ruhr City hanging on the wall with their hands behind their backs, and their faces were gloomy - at the location of the Ruhr Cathedral, there were staff officers who circled it heavily with blood-colored ink.

Through the signs on the map, it can be seen that in several key locations around the Ruhr Cathedral, the field regiment in charge of the Ruhr city has deployed hundreds of large-caliber field guns...... If anything happens, or if there is an order from the upper echelons of the Empire, the entire Ruhr Cathedral will be wiped out entirely.

A cold voice echoed softly in the command: "St. Attila...... Oh, God's punishment...... The only contemporary saint of the Golden Oak Church...... You say, how many pieces of artillery do you need to kill him? ”

The headquarters was silent, and no one said a word.

"Abide by your duty and worship my Lord with all sincerity, and you will be blessed with infinite blessings." On Saint Attila's cold, wrinkled face, a smile of indifference appeared with difficulty.

"May the glory of our Lord shine forever on the Deren Empire...... May the followers of our Lord live forever and eternally in peace and contentment and enjoy eternal blessings in the fertile soil given by our Lord. ”

'Ding, ding, ding'!

A special priest rang a chime made of pure gold.

Saint Attila sighed, turned around, walked down the steps in front of the door, walked to the square, and then, supported by several blood-robed priests, got into an open-top four-wheeled carriage.

"O saint, where are you going?" An old nobleman who had just risen from the stretcher, and had recovered from the appearance of a terrible old man in his eighties and nineties, to a young man in his forties, stretched out his hands, wailed loudly, and uttered his most pious questions in a hoarse voice, like an orphan who had lost his parents.

"There's still darkness in Hydrderabad...... I will go and bring the glory of my Lord to Hyderabad, and save the lost lambs. Sant'Attila didn't look back, his voice echoed throughout the square.

"Great sage...... A group of old nobles and old rich people who had just gained infinite benefits from St. Attila's powerful divine arts, wept hoarsely and wept bitterly, and lay on the ground in great pain and cried.

The corners of Saint's mouth twitched, and with a blank expression, he sat upright in the seat of the carriage.

Dozens of priests in golden robes, lit incense, struck golden chimes, held up various religious ritual vessels, lined up in a line of two, walked in front of the open-top carriage, chanted Mu's holy name, and slowly walked forward.

St. Attila sat steadily in the carriage, and on all sides were the arms of the believers stretched out to him like a forest.

A large crowd of knights of the Church, dressed in gold, silver, and bronze armor, and wearing long blood-colored cloaks, rode tall horses and crowded around the carriage, separating the faithful from St. Attila.

Heavily armored knights of the Church walked in front of the carriage, separating the believers who wanted to stand in the way and pray for St. Attila's blessings.

Countless worshippers in the square stood up one after another, and together with the worshippers in the nearby alleys, they followed Saint-Attila's procession like a mighty ocean in the direction of the Ruhr train station.

Out of sight of these believers.

A large number of elite soldiers of the Imperial Army in civilian clothes were like vigilant hounds, dotted with St. Attila's ranks in the distance.

There are also Hydra guards wearing various cloaks and long coats, and they are extremely vigilant and mixed in with the crowd. They were not only monitoring St. Attila's ranks, but also the ranks of believers, many men and women who were secretive and unknown.

After several hours, and when it was getting dark, Saint-Attila's party finally arrived at the Ruhr train station.

Amid the shouts of countless believers, St. Attila got out of the carriage and walked step by step to the door of his special train.

Vigrar, who was a little haggard, waited on the platform with a group of Inspectors who had come from the port of Tulun, as well as Imperial officials who wore Inspector uniforms but had nothing to do with the Ministry of Inspection.

"You've done a great job...... You're ready to go, right? Vigrar was mechanical, squeezing out a smile towards Santtila.

"We're waiting, we can go." St. Attila stood in front of Vigrar and said in a cold tone, "There is an escort all the way...... When you get to Hyderabad, you'll be at ease, right? ”

"Perhaps?" Vigrar gasped and shook his head gently, "Maybe?" ”

After a slight pause, Vigrar put his hands behind his back and looked at Santtila very seriously: "I have been pondering a question along the way...... With your current status, why don't you go to the Church of Daba, but come to the Deren Empire? ”

Santa Attila also looked at Vigrar very seriously: "Here are lost children, here are dark beings...... I bring the glory of my Lord, call back the lost Lamb, and dispel the darkness that deceives people. ”

"You must be kidding...... The empire is bathed in the glory of Her Majesty the Empress, and the future is bright and cloudless. Vigrar's eyes were like knives, and he stared at Saint-Attila.

"Perhaps?" Saint Attila pursed her lips and smiled: "Your Majesty Margrethe III, she is only human...... Her glory could not envelop such a vast empire...... Only the infinite glory of our Lord can shine on Medeland. ”

Vigrar flattened his mouth.

As calm as he was, he wanted to draw his sword at the moment and give St. Attila a few blows in the stomach.