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The entire inside and outside of Gru Castle were in a strange silence, and the screams of Viscount Connor were still ringing, mournful and lingering.

In the silence, St. Luke spread his wings and flew over Gru Castle with a "hula".

Under the blue sky, his white wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, and his power was majestic and vast. Even the clouds in the sky were gathered and dispersed due to the stirring of his wings.

Everything seems to interpret a fact: he is the angel looking down on the earth from the sky, unparalleled and incomparable.

Under the vast pressure, the entire battlefield seemed to have become his personal domain.

I saw him raise his sword casually, and the holy white light flowed out of his palms, and the cold long sword of holy light suddenly burst out with an extremely sharp edge.

Under the pressure of Viscount Connor's surrender and the pressure of the angel of war.

The small number of soldiers and generals who were still hesitating and did not make up their minds to surrender finally lost their final fighting spirit, discarded their weapons, knelt on one knee on the ground, and lowered their heads to represent surrender.

As the last Lord Knight led the private soldiers to announce their surrender,

A violent cheer burst out from the believers of the Light.

"Ao! We won~!"

"We won!!"

"I knew that with the blessing of my master, we would definitely win!"

The cheers were rising from the front of the castle to the rear of the castle, endlessly and endlessly, as if they were about to overturn the sky.

In Gru Town, civilians heard cheers vaguely, couldn't help but open the closed door and walked to the street.

Without the barrier of the house door, the cheers from the direction of Gruburg suddenly became clear. After reacting to what happened, the civilians were very excited. A few of them even lost control of their emotions and directly covered their faces and cried with joy.

Soon, the doors and windows of civilians were knocked after family, and the joy of victory quickly spread to the entire town of Glu with the cheers of "We won".

Before they knew it, everyone walked out of the door of the house spontaneously and saluted towards the direction of Gru Castle on the mountain.

The entire Gru area was filled with joy, "My Lord bless you, long live the Holy Maiden of Light."

The dark witch who was hiding in the dark and observing the battle sneered: "How could the stupid civilians lose this battle under the protection and gaze of my Lord?"

She mocked her mouth, but her slightly raised corners of her mouth and her relaxed body showed her importance to this war.

"Hmph! Let the delicate saint make great contributions first." The dark witch's eyes surged, "It seems that I should work hard and never lose to the pretending saint of light."

As she said that, she slowly retreated and gradually disappeared into the darkness and disappeared.

...

On the walls of Gru Castle, the Saint of Light looked cold and calm, as if the end of this war had long been destined.

Since she has controlled the Holy See, she has gradually developed a temperament of not showing her emotions. Even if the joy and thunder are around her, it only makes her eyelashes tremble slightly.

She arranged in an orderly manner to confiscate weapons and control the surrendered prisoners. Then she went out and led a group of clergy to the highest point of the city wall and knelt down on one knee to Saint Luke in the sky.

"Thank you for your blessing, and thank you, Your Excellency Angel for supporting the battlefield."

Her blue eyes were as clear as abyss, as solid as a rock, and nothing could shake it.

"Today, I have been blessed by my master, and I have escaped a disaster. One day, I will make the power of God all the divine land and the light all the places you have to cover are your believers."

"Praise my Lord."

As she said that, she held her hands and prayed devoutly.

"Praise my Lord."

The clergy behind her followed closely and prayed with devout prayers.

Their prayers were not loud or excited, but under the influence of the magic, they spread like water waves, and gradually, the air around them seemed to become solemn and sacred.

Before he knew it, the deafening cheers slowly stopped.

The soldiers on the city wall and the civilians in charge of logistics in the castle unconsciously restrained their expressions, knelt down and lowered their heads and prayed softly.

The prayer spread from the top of the mountain and spread from afar.

Even the solemn and solemn prayer was heard in Gru Town at the foot of the mountain.

They gathered spontaneously on the sacred square in the center of the town, and knelt down around the statue of light in the center of the square, praying with gratitude and joy, thanking the Lord for giving them victory and glory.

During this period, believers who were quietly transferred from other towns also hid in the homes of the civilians in Glu Town, and the total number of believers in the entire Glu Town has exceeded 10,000.

For a moment, the entire Holy Square was filled with heads, and the scene was even more spectacular than when Gondeyar was judged.

In the sky.

A golden light shines, and the magnificent gate of heaven opens again.

The war angel Saint Luke, who has completed all his missions, spread his white wings and slowly flew towards the gate of heaven in the sky.

The light shining from the gate of heaven shines on St. Luke, setting him out with great majesty and power.

Countless people at the scene knelt down toward the gate of heaven. No one dared to stand again, whether it was a believer or a surrendered soldier and general.

The saint of light, who was presiding the ceremony, paused, as if she wanted to say something, but she wanted to say something, but she stopped. Finally, she chose to lower her head and continue singing the ceremony, holy and solemn.

In the sky, St. Luke's figure gradually grew taller.

Just as his figure was about to enter the gate of heaven, a calm and gentle voice sounded gently in the ears of the Saint of Light.

"Child, you are the pride of me, Luke. I am very good in the kingdom of God in heaven. My Lord... Although it is different from what I imagined, He is also very good..."

Before he finished speaking, the door to heaven in the sky had suddenly closed, and the second half of the word "good" was immediately locked in the door.

The body of the Saint of Light trembled slightly, and a layer of mist gradually covered in her blue eyes.

...

At the same time, the Kingdom of Light.

As soon as he passed through the gate of heaven, the holy light surrounding Saint Luke's body disappeared instantly, and the wings on his back also disappeared in an instant.

The "Angel of War" St. Luke, who was still majestic and radiant just now, turned into a wrinkled and energetic little old man, like the old housekeeper of a noble family.

Fortunately, Viscount Connor and others couldn't see this scene, otherwise they would probably be shocked and dropped. The difference between them was too big.

This is not that the body created by the Transformation Pool for Saint Luke is not good, but that he became more and more a housekeeper and old servant in the process of getting along with Wu Hui. He always felt that the young and middle-aged man looked inappropriate and had no sense of ritual, and gradually became like this.

Wu Hui had advised him several times, but the old man Saint Luke was very stubborn and refused to change back to his original state unless he gave a sacred oracle. Over time, Wu Hui had no choice but to let him go.

"My Lord."

When he saw Wu Hui, Saint Luke quickly bowed respectfully, with a humble and pious attitude: "I'm lucky that my old servant will not be humiliated."

“Good job.”

Wu Hui praised him in a good mood.

St. Luke is worthy of being the most capable person under his command. If he hadn't been there, it would not be so easy to end the battle quickly under the circumstances just now.

"With your divine power blessing, and level 7 monster armor and Holy Light Long Sword assist, even if it is not an old servant, the result will be the same if anyone takes action. The old servant really dares not take credit."

St. Luke's expression was calm and restrained, and he was quite calm and composed of no arrogance and no discouragement in victory.

However, after winning the battle, his mood was still much more relaxed than usual, and even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes stretched a little.

The two of them said a few words happily, and Wu Hui habitually called out the divine data to see how much divine power was consumed just now.

Unexpectedly, when Wu Hui saw this, he was stunned.

“10 o’clock?”

He opened his eyes slightly, wondering if he was dazzled.

After careful determination, Wu Hui realized that his divine power had only 6.2 points left after a mess of consumption of his divine power from 24 points before the war.

The biggest consumption is of course St. Luke's 10 points of divine power.

St. Luke was straightforward and did not stay in the lower realm for long just now. He clearly felt that it had not been long, but why did he spend 10 points of divine power?

Impossible, my divine power cannot be spent so fast.

Wu Hui felt heartbroken and felt like he had been stabbed, and blood was flowing down drop by drop.

"My Lord?"

St. Luke looked at Wu Hui who was suddenly stunned in confusion, wondering if he said the wrong words made my Lord unhappy.

"fine."

Wu Hui waved his hand weakly and pulled out a comforting smile.

It's okay ~ it's okay ~

Although the divine power is consumed a little, as long as you win, the territory is larger and the number of believers is larger, the divine power will be earned back soon.

Um.

He doesn't feel sorry for him.

He really didn't feel sorry for him at all.

St. Luke's eyes were full of doubt, but he did not go into it in depth, but mentioned another thing: "Didn't you say you were not passing down an oracle and want to judge Viscount Connor himself? What are you going to do?"
To be continued...