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Large-scale sacrifice and prayer!

Even during the heyday of the God of Light, only some archbishops organized such sacrificial prayers on festivals. However, the effects of those sacrificial prayers may not be as powerful as today.

Under the oppression of life, when grief and anger reach its peak, under the guidance of the saints and senior believers, the hearts of shallow believers burst out with their unprecedented power.

This power turned into a continuous stream of faith and poured into the Kingdom of God.

Wu Hui, who was about to descend in the Kingdom of God, was about to descend but before he could arrive, suddenly felt the powerful channel of faith. This channel of faith formed by unity is so strong and powerful.

Before this, among the faith channels connected with Wu Hui, the faith channel belonging to Saint Catherine was the most powerful and strong. But even Catherine's faith channel was not as good as this one.

The pure power of faith flows into the divine nature through the channel of faith.

In Wu Hui's information panel, the number of the power of faith kept jumping, and in the blink of an eye it jumped from the original 68 point to 100 point. That's not counting, the number is still rising, and it soon reached 300 points and 600 points...

Getting rich is the rhythm of getting rich overnight~

This was the first time Wu Hui saw the power of faith growing wildly at such a terrifying speed, and his heart was about to pop out of his chest with excitement.

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At the same time, in the Monastery of St. Luke, the praise of light still echoed in the sky, the rain of light was still falling, and hundreds of believers united as if they had gathered a wall of light.

The soldiers were slower and slower, and their faces were all shocked and suspicious.

Could it be that the miracle has really come?

They are not like those believers, the rain of light and rain brings only fear. Because this shows that the enemy they are facing is most likely a god.

A real, living god!

The soldiers of the Third Patrol Regiment of Luke City were just the most ordinary soldiers in the empire. They were trained, equipped with ordinary equipment, and their willpower was even more common. During the period of being affiliated with the Empire of Light, one-tenth of these ordinary soldiers belonged to shallow believers, and the rest were either without faith or false believers.

Of course, they are full of courage to slaughter unarmed civilians. But if they fight with a god, how can they have the courage?

For a moment, most of the soldiers in the patrol regiment were shaken, and some soldiers even stopped and their queues became chaotic.

"Idiot, idiot!"

The regiment commander Nico roared angrily: "Don't bewitched by that pseudo-saint, that's just a move of 'Praise of Light', it's a battlefield magic, it's just a battlefield magic! Kill, everyone follows you!"

As he said that, he rushed towards the crowd first.

Nico was well-informed and recognized this move as a "Praise of Light". But he never expected that the rumor that only the archbishop-level rumored could be used in the hands of the pseudo-saint Catherine, and suddenly turned the situation around.

But now he cannot be tolerated. Only by taking the lead in charge and dispersing the group of believers in light holding hands can he save the situation.

This is his plan to the city lord. Once the mission fails, his fate can be imagined.

Nico's dozen personal guards were his loyal subordinates, but after hesitating for a moment, he rushed out with Nico.

More than a dozen horses hit the big rocky road, making dull and murderous thunder sounds, rushing towards the believers like a storm.

The charge of more than a dozen cavalry actually rushed out of the momentum of thousands of troops, with a shocking momentum!

If they were ahead of them a group of small bandits with scattered disciplines, they might have collapsed directly under such momentum. However, at this moment, in front of Nico, there were a group of believers who were praying on a large scale and their faith condensed into a huge rope.

They will also be afraid and afraid, but in adversity, their hearts become purer and their faith becomes stronger.

The collective emotional gathering is extremely powerful. At this moment, every believer is a firm martyr!

"Sprint, sprint!"

Nico screamed wildly, the sword in his hands had already been covered with the light of fighting spirit. He firmly believed that he would break through those unarmed believers of the God of Light.

Once the believers are disintegrated, the myth of the God of Light will be broken, and the group of soldiers under his command will no longer be afraid.

"kill!"

Swordsman Landon and four other devotees stood in front at some point and aimed the swords and spears in their hands at the dozen or so cavalry that were rushing towards them.

Four infantry against more than a dozen cavalry, including full-body mail, Knight Niko, who has a level 3 strength.

There is no doubt that this is in the mantis arm to chariot.

However, in their extremely pious eyes, not only did they not see any fear, but they were filled with fanaticism. Yes, fanaticism, similar to the emotions of crazy believers, was reflected in them.

This is a natural change. Under the influence of collective will, those shallow believers have developed the sentiment of martyrdom. As pious believers, how could they not have any change?

If the four of them survive, growing into crazy believers is the inevitable result.

But, can they really survive?

The cavalry's sprint was very fast, and it rushed to them in just a few breaths. Nico's mouth showed a grim smile, and the sword with both hands was ready to go. He was confident that by using the rushing momentum, he could kill Langdon away with one sword.

At this critical moment, something happened suddenly!

The seven or eight meters high and broken statue of the God of Light suddenly burst out with dazzling light.

The light was like a fire-filled sun, reflecting the entire Monastery of St. Luke like daylight, making people unable to open their eyes.

Sighing~

More than a dozen war horses seemed to be greatly frightened, and the horse's hooves were tightly held on the ground and refused to step forward. The cavalry, who had been fighting on the horse's back, was almost knocked off the horse under the action of huge inertia.

"What's going on?!"

Nico and the cavalry looked ugly and felt a little scared.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the statue of the God of Light that had undergone a huge change.

Changes are still continuing.

The statue of the God of Light, which was barely erected and covered with cracks, had not only burst out with a brilliant light, but the cracked and broken surfaces actually healed magically in the light.

The surface of the statue is as bright as white jade, exuding vitality.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the statue of the god came alive.

That's right, it's just living.

The eyes of the statue were originally slightly drooping, half closed and half closed, with compassionate eyes, but they opened slowly, their eyes were like thunder and lightning, staring at the invading enemy high above.

The first to be hit was Nico, the commander of the Third Patrol Regiment of Luke City, and more than a dozen personal guards under his command.

Under the majestic gaze of the statue, they instantly felt like they were in trouble. The fear in their hearts almost rushed out of their chests, which made them dizzy and their limbs weak, and they almost fell off their horses.

The power of the divine is as powerful as a prison, and they even dare not even have the idea of ​​resisting.
Chapter completed!