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In this technological plane, Wu Hui has not yet established the gate of heaven and cannot truly connect the two spaces, so he can only collect the power of faith through spokespersons.

"Huh? Those beliefs are so complicated and weak here? Many of the power of faith cannot be absorbed at all~" Wu Hui couldn't help but frown and carefully studied the connection between the statue he made and Angel, as well as her fans.

However, he found that Angel, who had millions of fans, could only barely accept thousands of extremely weak power of faith, and each strand was not as good as a shallow believer.

Wu Hui studied it carefully and pondered it for a moment based on the fragments of memory left by the old God of Light.

"Okay, it seems that I have calculated the wrong form." Wu Hui was quite helpless. The worship of celebrities like fans is a very weak belief, not to mention that it cannot be processed by the divine nature, and most of the power of faith will be dissipated and lost.

Then another ray of light enveloped Angel.

Wu Hui once again made some changes to the statue around her neck.

It is this change that has made the statue have a very small part of the divine character, which is to effectively integrate the scattered channels of faith.

"Eight Thousand Ways!" After integration and sorting, it was finally confirmed that eight thousand faith channels were put on Angel.

Wu Hui sighed, this quantity is really unsatisfactory.

Moreover, each of these eight thousand paths can only be equivalent to the power of faith provided by a shallow believer. With the unchanged foundation, you can only absorb 8 points of faith in a day, and it takes more than 100 days to accumulate 1 point of divine power.

It is nearly a hundred times less than Wu Hui imagined. In fact, this is also the power of faith formed by Wu Hui himself. How can the power of faith formed by worshipping celebrities be compared with the energy generated by believing in the true god?

With Angel's current status, it is already very potential to be able to integrate so many beliefs in the end.

It seems that I have to find a way to make the Saint Angel grow up as soon as possible. Otherwise, this little bit of faith would be a drop in the bucket. Immediately, Wu Hui flicked his finger.

"Hmm?" At this time, Angel was stunned by the series of changes.

It took her a long time to understand the causes and consequences under the explanation of Liu Peng and the blonde little luoli. She was attracted by the great Lord of Light and was granted the title of Saint.

"I have eight thousand real fans now, what's going on?" Angel Doris asked in confusion as he looked through her attribute list.

"His Majesty, we don't have this attribute." Liu Peng studied the system a lot, thought about it for a while and explained, "This should be the system of the Majesty that is different from us. If you look at the task list, the system will guide you to the right path."

"Saint Growth Mission 1, within 24 hours, the number of real fans will exceed 10,000 (As a saint who was granted by Master Guangming, it is embarrassing to have only 8,000 real fans. Go and conquer the world, girl!)

Mission success: Reward contribution value 100 points

Mission failed: Eliminate an apostle at will

When Angel said the mission goal, the twelve apostles also jumped out of the mission.

That is to assist His Highness in completing the mission, otherwise it will be erased randomly!

"Why?" Liu Peng was about to cry suddenly, "His Holy Majesty cannot complete the mission, why should we erase our apostles?"

"Idiots, we are the twelve apostles to assist the saint in completing the mission." The blonde luoli said excitedly, "If you can't even complete the mission, wouldn't it be appropriate to die for His Highness the saint?"

"Go and wake up all the damn guys." Liu Peng's face was solemn, "If anyone doesn't want to be erased, he must help the saint complete the task."

Soon, the little luoli woke up the remaining ten people.

After a quarrel, everyone suddenly understood the current situation. If they could not complete the task, they would be wiped out. Although there was only one-twelve chance to die, who would want to be that one-twelve?

Immediately, the big guy started analyzing it.

It was soon concluded that only fans who truly support Angel and like her very fanatical can be become real fans. The remaining 99% are all fake fans.

Wu Yiran, wearing glasses, pushed the glasses frame and analyzed: "If you want to complete the task within 24 hours, you must find a way among old fans, that is, convert those fake fans into real fans."

"Nonsense, Sister Angel has only saved more than 8,000 real fans in more than a year since she debuted. "Little Luoli said contemptuously, "Why do you increase your fans by 2,000 within 24 hours?"

"It depends on talent." Wu Yiran said proudly, "Before being selected by the system, I was a music producer who made a living by talent. I will write lyrics and compose a new song for His Highness the Saint, and let her update the demo on Weibo."

Then everyone naturally checked his previous works, and then naturally gave him deep contempt. Just kidding, a music producer who almost starved to death and was abandoned by his girlfriend was simply a scumbag.

"Liu Peng, it's up to you this time." The blonde luoli calculated, "You are the only person with 200 contribution points, and take out a hundred points of music producer skills."

Liu Peng was speechless, but he still took the initiative in the threat of the eyes of the other eleven people and the vaguely anticipated eyes of Angel: "Okay, who made me a real fan of Miss Angel?"

In fact, how valuable is 100 contributions.

As the contribution value disappeared like a flowing stream, he quickly became a music idiot, a junior songwriter, a senior songwriter, and a master songwriter.

Countless inspirations emerged in Liu Peng's mind, and his understanding of music suddenly reached an incredible level. Then he frowned and said, "I heard the music of His Highness of the Saint before, and I felt very good. But now when I think about it carefully, it seems that there are many defects. First of all, the songs of the Saint are too melodious and lack some of the charm that really touches people's hearts. By the way, His Highness of the Saint takes the liberty to ask, what is your singing level?"

"Uh..." Angel blushed suddenly, hesitated for a moment, and said weakly, "The level given by the system is that the intermediate level is higher~"

"That's right. The saint's singing skills are just like that, but they are just packaging their talented voice and appearance. "Liu Peng seemed to have become an extremely high-end musician all of a sudden, talking, "Famous songs tend to be salivating."

With more than a dozen murderous eyes, Liu Peng continued: "Now, His Highness of the Saint has no contribution points and cannot directly improve his singing skills. He can only adjust the connotation of the song to increase his fans as a whole."

"Liu Peng...you..." The blonde luoli was so angry that she was half-hearted that she was about to yell and scold her.

Liu Peng sang it gently. It was an ordinary work by Angel before. It was a work that no one cared about except for some real fans. It was mediocre, boring and boring.

But Liu Peng simply changed the melody, but immediately revealed a different charm.

The boredom suddenly turned into ethereality, and the mediocrity suddenly became deeply rooted in people's hearts. Everyone was attracted by his chanting, although his singing voice was so unpleasant.

"This..." Angel also received professional music training and was completely shocked at once. It was obviously the same melody, but how could it change so much if it changed a little bit?

After a while, Liu Peng stopped singing and said with a serious look: "Due to the singing level of His Holy Majesty, we can only make so many small changes. His Holy Majesty, you can make a demo of the song and post it on Weibo."

More than an hour later.

A simple a cappella demo was thrown on Weibo.

At the beginning, some real fans were just posting messages such as congratulations in scattered ways, but soon, some fans' surprise messages appeared.

Some black fans began to mock Angel for being accused of being accused of being a cold rice. Soon, a big battle broke out between the two sides.

This situation is normal on Weibo and happens every day.

But the situation gradually changed, and more and more praise appeared, and soon buried the black fans.

Angel's real fans are also rising, from dozens to one hundred to two hundred. In just one hour, it has risen by two hundred, and the momentum is still growing.

The mission period is 24 hours, but in less than 6 hours, Angel completed the accumulation of 10,000 real fans and completed the first wave of tasks.

The rewards were issued as promised.

Everyone received some rewards, and the Saint and Liu Peng, who assisted in making meritorious contributions this time, received the most rewards, each with a full 100 points, and they directly made a profit and earned a composing master in vain.

This made everyone's emotions motivate. It turned out that the rewards for helping the saint complete the task were so generous.

Seeing this scene, Wu Hui also pulled away from his main consciousness. He believed that under the dual effects of reward and punishment, Wu Hui would soon earn back his capital.

Wu Hui, whose consciousness returned to the Kingdom of God, did not know that he regarded it as a forbidden technological plane, and a special existence quietly came.

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Technology plane!

A trace of spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared on the crowded streets.

Immediately afterwards, a small space passage appeared out of thin air, and several figures in black hooded robes squeezed out from the not-wide space passage and landed on the street.

The middle-aged man in the head had a pale face and a majestic temperament. His eyes seemed to be hidden deep in the entire night sky, and there was a slender bone dragon carved from white jade on his shoulders, which was the Lord of the Dead.

"Hmm? This plane..."

Looking at the magnetic levitation vehicles whizzing around, the colorful holographic advertisements on both sides of the road, and the crowds coming and going around, the expression on the pale face of the Dead Lord was a bit strange.

As the master of the Sleeping Land and the god who created the undead lineage, he thought he had enough knowledge, but this alien plane still refreshed his cognition.

Instead of going out, he sat on an alchemy item like an iron can. The pedestrians on the road looked similar to the light plane, but even if he was a god and did not have a language barrier, he still couldn't understand what they were saying. What was the "C position" and "Niu P", what was the same as what?

Moreover, people in this world are too weak, right?

The Lord of the Undead glanced around and instantly determined that the average strength of the humans here was less than level 1, not to mention that most of them were only level 0, and their mental and health conditions were not good.

With such strength, in the light plane, only slaves who can’t even eat enough, right?

But there are really many people ~

In this small area around him, there were people everywhere. If this plane could be taken down, no matter the number of believers or the number of undead, it would probably reach a terrifying number.

If this is the case, my injury may be recovering soon.

It may not take long to rekindle the divine fire.

When I thought of this, the undead Lord felt a little better, and even the affliction and boredom caused by being forced to flee in the panic disappeared a lot.

"My Lord, the natives here are like pigs and beasts everywhere." Priest Nelson obviously discovered the situation here, and was excited with his scepter. "Also, these natives are still so weak. This is the will of the universe that favors you~ It is indeed correct to choose to leave from the plane of light. Lord, let us summon the undead natural disaster and turn this plane into something in your pocket~"

"No hurry."

The Lord of the Dead waved his hand, his tone was not anxious or impatient: "The more you have the advantage, the more you should be cautious. Find a place to stay first, find a way to find out the strength of this anointed plane, and then decide on the next plan."

While speaking, a magnetic levitation vehicle was whistling towards several people.

Because the Dead Lord and the others were carrying hidden magic, the radar system of the magnetic levitation vehicle did not notice the existence of the few people at all. The magnetic levitation vehicle crashed towards the Dead Lord without slowing down at all.

In the car, the middle-aged car owner with a greasy face was unaware of anything and was still flirting with female netizens with headphones.

"Bang~"

A deafening roar suddenly rang.

Before the magnetic levitation vehicle could touch the corner of the undead Lord's clothes, it hit his head on his protective divine shield. The divine shield was fine, but the steel-made magnetic levitation vehicle body was instantly twisted and deformed and turned upside down.

"ah!"

“Cruff!”

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~"

In an instant, the middle-aged car owner screamed in pain, the harsh brakes, and the sharp alarm sounded on the streets, and the originally orderly traffic suddenly fell into chaos.

Even the traffic police in the booth received an alarm from the electronic patrol robot, rushed to the patrol mecha and rushed to the scene.

But the undead lord, the initiator of all this, did not care about this at all. The force of the magnetic levitation vehicle hit him was too weak for him, so weak that it was not worth his attention. After saying that, he led a few subordinates away and disappeared at the end of the street.

There was no one on the street, and no surveillance cameras knew who had been here, only a chaotic street, and the traffic police who were confused after checking the surveillance cameras remembered what had happened here.

Until many years later, this incident was still an unsolved mystery. Because the incident happened strangely, it was talked about by many people.

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Chapter completed!