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As Wu Hui's incarnation as the right envoy of the Light came to the world, all the believers were suddenly excited. Whether it was the soldiers on Gru Fort or the civilians in Gru Town, they couldn't help but widen their eyes, breathed rapidly and their faces turned red.

However, even so, they still tried to keep quiet, as if even a noise was made at this time, it was a blasphemy to this existence.

On the city wall, the Saint of Light, Horn and others saw the "Right Right Envoy of Light", and they felt their minds tremble and could not come back to their senses for a long time.

Even the surrendered soldiers of the First Guard Regiment of Lu'an City couldn't help but be excited when they saw Wu Hui. They remembered the grand and glorious image of the Guangming Right Envoy that night.

Especially the soldiers who had followed Wu Hui through half a city and watched Wu Hui perform miracles to dispel the plague with their own eyes were even more excited and couldn't help but kneel down like the believers of Gru Castle, and began to pray in a low voice. Their faith level had long reached the level of a devout believer.

At this time, Wu Hui, who was condensed by a ball of pure holy light energy, floated quietly in the air, overlooking the vast number of people.

Including the believers in Gru Town, there were a total of more than 10,000 people. They all knelt on the ground, with pious and solemn expressions.

The shouts of the right envoy of Guangming lingered in his ears and did not dissipate for a long time.

Wu Hui's ten thousand people surrendered and kowtowed devoutly, his mood was also a little excited...

Surprise? Shock? Flirtatious?

All.

But in those eyes looking up at the sky, full of hope and expectation, he felt a deep pressure.

There has never been a moment when he was so clearly aware that the future of all of these people is maintained in him, and their life and death, their honor and disgrace, and their happiness will all depend on his will.

Is this God?

A trace of inexplicable emotion appeared in Wu Hui's heart, and he always felt something was shaking and brewing in his chest, as if it was about to sprout, but for a moment, he was a little confused about what it was.

God and believers are connected and interdependent.

As the God of Light, Wu Hui needs to reap pure power of faith from believers and transform it into divine power for him to develop and grow. Believers also need a powerful god as the support of destiny and the support of the soul.

What Wu Hui could do was to protect them while seeking divine power.

He can only understand it so simply for the time being.

"His honorable, the right envoy of the light."

On the wall, Catherine Nativity, the Holy See of Light, looked up at the sky, and spoke solemnly on behalf of the Holy See: "How do you plan to judge Connor Raymond? Do we need some preparations?"

“No need to be such trouble.”

Wu Hui's voice sounded low and solemn.

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and looked at Viscount Connor who was nailed to the city wall, and suddenly spoke: "Law Reign: Heal."

After the words came, he did not see any other moves. A divine light instantly fell from the sky and landed on Viscount Connor.

The holy white light fell on Viscount Connor and quickly penetrated into his body.

In an instant, Viscount Connor, who had fainted due to excessive blood loss, woke up and the wound on his body completely healed in an instant. Even the scapula pierced by the flame spear had completely healed, and the flame spear grew into the flesh.

The magical arts performed by Wu Hui himself, even the most common healing technique, are by no means comparable to other people.

Viscount Connor opened his eyes blankly, not understanding what was going on for a moment.

Wu Hui ignored him and spoke again: "Lu Ling, develop."

With a wave of his hand, a white light fell from the sky and covered Viscount Connor's head.

In an instant, a mirage-like light and shadow appeared in the sky. Viscount Connor's every move was enlarged and clearly displayed on it. Both the soldiers of Gru Fort and the civilians in Gru Town could see it clearly.

This is a live divine art that Wu Hui made casually. It is somewhat similar to the Eye of God, but the development method is different. With his current mastery of divine art, he is already familiar with it in transforming divine art and can easily use divine art to achieve his goals.

Since it is a public trial, of course everyone must see clearly.

This is Wu Hui who borrowed some trial experience on earth, so that the trial effect can be maximized.

Just a few small magic tricks formed an uproar among the believers and the captives.

Most ordinary soldiers and believers are just outsiders watching the fun. They only think that the right envoy of the Light uses magic to flow and flow, which is very beautiful.

People like level 3 and level 4, or some knowledge, look at each other and are shocked.

The seemingly ordinary magic tricks used by the Right Envoy of Light, but they are so similar to the legendary supreme realm and speak Dharma Sui. Could it be that the Right Envoy of Light has surpassed the strength of the war angel just now, surpassed the holy level, and reached another legendary level?

This is a very likely thing, after all, the angel of war has already existed as a holy rank. The status of the right envoy of the Light is obviously above it.

For a moment, the expressions of those who know the knowledge became more serious, but their hearts were beating wildly.

Wu Hui didn't know that he had already used his magic skills in a low-key manner, but was crazy about it. He just calmly withdrew his hand like he did something trivial, and then began his performance.

He had a golden light, and his mighty eyes stared at Viscount Connor with joy and anger: "Connor Raymond, do you know your guilt?"

He spoke in a low voice, but it seemed to be coming from above the sky, with the majesty of ignoring everything.

In the sky, he stood on the verge of emptiness, emitting a holy light, and his majesty was like the bright sun in the sky. Even if he did not release the pressure specifically, he still felt endless pressure.

For a moment, the entire Gru Fort and the Gru Town suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes unconsciously landed on the mirage in the sky.

Viscount Connor then reacted in a daze.

Looking at the figure in the sky and the mirage showing his expression and movements.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and then he laughed: "Is it a public judgment? It seems that your pseudo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo-Guo

Viscount Connor was also a power scheming man, and he instantly guessed Wu Hui's thoughts and routines.

“Bold!”

Landon, the Templar, drew his sword and said angrily, "Connor, how dare you disrespect the right envoy of Light?" The Templars, including the ones behind him, drew their swords and looked at each other with their eyes raging.

Wu Hui raised his hand to stop them, but he didn't care about Connor's attitude. What kind of identity he is, how could he be concerned about a dying person?

What's more, in a sense, Wu Hui agrees with Connor's words.

The holding of this trial conference was just to use his waste and win over the hearts of the people. This is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad, and the same is true in the power scheming in other worlds.

"Oh, I want to hear what arguments you can say." Wu Hui said calmly, "Our Light Church advocates fairness, justice, and openness. If you are guilty, you will not let you go, and if you are guilty, you will not wrongly accuse you."

"I'm not guilty." Perhaps because he knew that begging for mercy was useless, Connor let go of his fear and was too lazy to pretend. He spoke sharply and harshly without any cover. "It is the order of the emperor of the empire, and the king's handwriting. I am just a small executor. There has never been only one of the nobles who strangled the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the remnants of the other territories have long been strangled. If you have the ability, you go and judge the counts, dukes, kings, and judge Emperor Carl. What is the majesty of being a little viscount like me?"

He sneered, with a sarcastic look on his face.

The believers were in an uproar, and they all angrily scolded Viscount Connor for his arrogant and shamelessness.

Wu Hui was not happy or angry, but said coldly and majestic: "Connor's crimes, your accusation has been recorded. Looking back, I will go to carefully verify it. As long as the evidence of the crime is conclusive, whether it is a civilian or a duke or an emperor, I will handle it impartially and judge one by one. Anyone who owes my blood debt to the believers of light will be liquidated and judged! No one can be out of the matter!"

As soon as his words were spoken, all the believers of light were silent, but their eyes were full of excitement and fanaticism.

This is what the right envoy of Guangming said in person. As long as you owe the blood debts of the believers of Guangming, no matter who you are, you will pay the price. How heavy is this sentence?

Even the clergy in the Holy See were so excited by this sentence. The right envoy of Light represents the meaning of Light, my Lord. With the Lord, no matter how hard it is, what's not worth?

Viscount Connor was also suffocated. Unexpectedly, the right envoy of the Light spoke so domineeringly, and wanted to settle it on the emperor one by one, but for a moment he was speechless.

"Since you are unwilling to speak, the right envoy will help you. Your sins must be revealed by yourself." Wu Hui's energy-forming mouth raised slightly, and he spoke in the mouth, "Lu Ling·Mantra."

Saying the truth is as follows.

A divine light fell on Viscount Connor instantly.

Viscount Connor trembled all over and suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart, as if there were a lot of jokes in his throat, and he wouldn't be happy if he didn't vomit.

He felt a terrified in his heart and instantly had a bad premonition.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to wake up.

"Connor, why don't you reveal your crime quickly?" Wu Hui's powerful voice exploded in his ears like thunder.

Viscount Connor immediately could not control his words and spoke out his sins one by one when he was completely awake.

This magic technique is so terrible. As long as the sins he could think of in his mind would be told, he would involuntarily tell them. From childhood, he peeked at someone taking a bath, to hurting people with sweet mouths and swords, to levying heavy taxes in his territory, etc.

Most importantly, he revealed the truth about the destruction of the Monastery of St. Lu'an.

The monastery has accumulated countless years of wealth, which has long attracted the covetousness of Viscount Connor.

But at first he was afraid of Father Luke's level 5 strongman and did not dare to act rashly.

After hearing that Father Luke died in the Holy City, Viscount Connor could no longer control his attack on the fat sheep in Lu'an Monastery.

Although the main force who led troops to encircle and suppress the Monastery of Saint Luan was Gondeal, the other two barons also participated, and no one was innocent.

Although Viscount Connor did not send troops, he ordered it.

Moreover, as the actual controller of Lu'an City, he also gained the most benefits.

The original industries of the monastery, except for the land and antique oil paintings, were all left with the most valuable industries, including the manor and the chamber of commerce, into Viscount Connor's pocket. Even the St. Lu'an Cathedral, originally located next to Lu'anburg, fell into Viscount Connor's hands.

Everything was spit out of his mouth.

The anger of countless believers grew deeper and deeper. Unexpectedly, Viscount Connor was so greedy and despicable that he was the mastermind behind everything.

"So you are the messenger behind the scenes!"

The Saint of Light, who had always been calm, was also invisible. Unexpectedly, Baron Gundyar was just an actor, and the biggest evildoer was still at large.

She trembled all over, suppressing her anger and impulse, and knelt down on one knee and said earnestly: "Saint Catherine, please ask the right envoy of Light to preside over justice for the brothers and sisters who died tragically in St. Lu'an's Monastery, and give Connor the stolen fire."

"I beg you to support justice and give Connor the stolen fire." The clergy of the Holy See also kneeled down and asked, with his expression full of righteous indignation.
To be continued...