Divine Civilization

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Of course, there is the most important point, which is less consumption!

The consumption of this divine technique is very, very small!

After Godhead's estimation, only 0.1 divine power is needed to support him to use the "God's Eye" for a whole day!

Moreover, the consumption is calculated according to time, not according to the number of times. It can be turned off and turned on at any time.

Practicality is simply off the charts.

"Excellent!"

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

If he hadn't known every process of creating a magic spell, he might not have believed that such a powerful magic skill was 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 such an extremely energy-saving magical technique.

The old Guangming God is full of divine power, so he doesn't think about saving a little bit of divine power at all.

Thinking of this, Wu Hui felt a little sour.

Poor gods really have no dignity.

No matter~ Now that the divine art has been created, let's try it out quickly.

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

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

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

Golden sunshine, mottled stone walls, lush green grass, gorgeous wildflowers blooming on the grass, busy crowd, noisy children running...

He seemed to be in a bright sun, and everything around him was filled with a noisy and chaotic atmosphere of the world of mortals, fresh and bright, so lively that he felt as if he was in another world.

Wu Hui was stunned for a moment.

Even though 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 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 human world, he suddenly realized that he was still so attached to this world of mortals.

Even if, this world of mortals is not that world of mortals.

Taking a deep breath, he greedily breathed in the air with the scent of flowers and warm sunshine. He let himself be immersed in this long-lost emotion, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

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

It feels as if you have traveled through time, and you 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 neither touch nor touch. After all, the "God's Eye" only transmits information, and his soul body is actually still in the Kingdom of God, and has not moved from its nest at all.

His current perspective should be staying on the sacred square of St. Luan Abbey.

It has been several days since the night of God's descent, and the traces of the battle on the square have been cleaned up. Even the most difficult blood stains have been washed away by repeated scrubbing, only on the surface of the stone. A faint trace was left.

In the center of the square, the towering statue of the God of Light no longer had the mighty power it had when the god descended, but it still exuded a faint majesty. There was no trace of crack on the white jade surface, and it was full of holy breath.

In front of the statue, a pit with a diameter of 100 mm has been surrounded by a wooden fence, and a dozen believers are surrounding the fence, admiring the miracle in awe.

"See, this is the stigmata left by the spear of judgment sent down by 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. With inexplicable pride, "Didn't you see that that night, Nico was wearing such a strong defensive chain mail, and it exploded to pieces with just one click..."

The young believers spoke happily, and described the situation last night vividly, and the others also felt their hearts flutter and were very excited.

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

Otherwise, they will also have the opportunity to witness the miracle of the great god descending with their own eyes.

The sun shone down, clearly illuminating the annoyance and regret on their faces.

"Hehe, this young man is quite eloquent." Wu Hui secretly praised him, but he is a person worth cultivating.

Afterwards, Wu Hui adjusted the viewing angle of the Eye of God. Stroll around in the Abbey of Saint-Louan.

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

On the edge of the square, a group of male believers were busily busy by the wall.

Dozens of strong believers, shirtless, were moving stones to repair the wall. Some half-grown children were helping to clean up the collapsed wall and deliver the stones.

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

On the land beside the courtyard wall, some elderly believers were bending over to clear the weeds in the abandoned vegetable field. Behind them, other young people are busy digging the soil, planting seeds, watering...

Children not reaching their waists yelled and ran around in the vegetable field, playing a game of knights and robbers. As a result, before the little "knights" could catch the "robber", they were caught by the working adults and thrown into the square regardless of their struggles.

Under the sun, the entire monastery was full of vitality, and all believers had smiles on their faces, full of hope for the future.

Watching this scene, Wu Hui felt 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 gave up their homes and followed them to the Monastery of the God of Light.

This also puts some burden on Wu Hui's shoulders.

At least, let the believers who believe in him live a happier life in the future.

Then, with a thought, Wu Hui raised his perspective.

In an instant, he seemed to fly up from the ground, the ground was getting farther and farther away from him, everything in front of him was getting smaller and smaller, but the angle of view 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, panting with exhaustion and not stopping. Sweat slid down their cheeks, shining brightly in the sun.

He saw that in another courtyard further away, Saintess Catherine was leading apprentice nun Cathy to preach the doctrine, and a group of civilians surrounded her, listening intently and earnestly.

They wore simple clothes, but their expressions were extremely pious, and their bright eyes carried strong hope for the future.

Wu Hui stayed here for a while, listening to the saintess' soft, pious and contagious speech.

That kind of feeling even made Wu Hui, the God of Light, feel a little excited, infected by brainwashing, and 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 angle is very touching.

She was shrouded in a faint holy light, full of inviolable holiness.

Even Wu Hui, who was "well-informed" before time travel, has never seen a blonde woman with a refined temperament, a hot figure, and snow-like skin like the Holy Maiden of Light.

For a moment, Wu Hui's heart fluttered, wondering if he should come down for a stroll while the Holy Maiden of Light was taking a bath at night?

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