...

No, no, I just pretended that I didn't hear anything and knew nothing, otherwise I might be killed and silenced.

Fortunately, Wu Hui did not read his mind, otherwise, he would have really silenced the pope, and his mind was full of messy thoughts.

"Oh, Stuart, I didn't expect you to know me." Wu Hui looked at him with a smile, "We haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years. In the blink of an eye, why did your hair and beard turn white, and your face is full of wrinkles like an old man? Thinking about the beginning, Stuart was a handsome young man, and countless little girls cried and shouted to marry you."

It's heart-killing!

Stuart's heart was as painful as if it had been stabbed countless times. After a few steps back, can he scream in a blink of an eye for more than a hundred years? I am now 170 or 80 years old. Isn't it normal for me to be old and weak?

It's better than the silly boy Charles.

However, at this time, the Son of God Wu Hui was indeed still young and handsome, almost exactly the same as when he met him.

For a moment, both Stuart and Charles were filled with jealousy that was extremely strong. Their lifelong achievements were already well-known enough to be kept in history, and they were usually quite proud. Compared with Wu Hui, it seemed that nothing was wrong, and he had taken over all good things.

The scenes of the magic holy land that year appeared before each of them, clearly as if yesterday.

In the bedroom, there was silence and embarrassment.

"Husband." Catherine gently grabbed Wu Hui's hand and said softly, "Emperor Charles has made great contributions to our Holy See. If he can save him, he should save him. If it really doesn't work, make an exception to introduce his soul into the Kingdom of God in heaven and use the Pool of Transformation to reshape the sacred body."

"Oh~" Wu Hui looked at Charles and sighed deeply, "Charles, Charles, I always thought you were a smart person."

Emperor Charles's eyes showed a hint of hope, but his heart skipped a beat. Could it be His Highness the Son of God...

"Husband, is there something wrong with the Emperor?" Catherine's eyes were slightly confused. "Although he has been overly pursuing secular power over the years, his yearning for light is still very firm. Although he is far from reaching the level of a saint believer, he can still count it, right?" She did not have Wu Hui's divine character, and could not see through Charles's feet at first sight.

"Your Highness, Son of God, I, I..." Emperor Charles was like a child who did something wrong, and did not dare to look at Wu Hui and Catherine.

"Katherina, you don't know anything." Wu Hui sighed regretfully, "When I used my divine power to help Charles recover his body, I discovered that his faith in light had long collapsed."

"Impossible?" At this moment, even the face of the contemporary Pope Saint Trivicon changed. "Although Emperor Charles has a strong personality and is a bit arbitrary and self-righteous, he is still very loyal to my Lord. Could it be that... his performance over the years has been disguised?"

Fake believer!

Generally speaking, only Wu Hui's divine nature can tell who is a true false believer.

That's right, that boy Charles' belief had long collapsed, and he pretended to be a false believer.

However, Wu Hui is now a big family and has countless believers. Except for some senior officials of the Holy See who occasionally pay attention to it, he is too lazy to care about the rest.

"Haven, Your Highness." Emperor Charles said in a trembling terror, "I, I admit my faith. But, but I really didn't think about betrayal!"

"Oh~ I don't blame you for this." Wu Hui also sighed, "You were originally a magician, and the magician believed in the truth and would resist the instinct of a god without reservation. And you are a great emperor and enjoy unparalleled honor in the mortal world. Over time, you cannot maintain your inner self in sacrifice and dedication to the God of Light. The fall and collapse of faith is reasonable."

"Your Highness, Son of God." Stuart hesitated for a moment and asked for mercy, "Although Charles's faith collapsed is guilty, he will give him a chance in view of his achievements for the Holy See and Lord of God over the past hundred and decades."

Catherine, who was standing beside him, also advised: "Husband, for Charles' merits are greater than his faults, let's create a sacred body for him."

Wu Hui looked at the eagerly anticipated eyes of everyone, and his expression was helpless: "Don't think I'm a ruthless old-fashioned guy. Although I had all kinds of entanglements with that boy Charles in the Magic Holy Land, I also had affection for each other. If I could open my arms and reshape him a body, I would be willing to pay some price. Charles, you old guy, alas~ you are really putting the cart before the horse! If you can enjoy the world and have a little more awe of gods, even if it's just a shallow believer-level faith, I will never reach this point today."

"Ah..." The blush on Charles's face faded away in an instant due to treatment.

"What do you think faith is?" Wu Hui's expression was a little solemn and serious, and his eyes swept in all directions. Everyone was crawling on the ground, not daring to breathe.

"Faith is dedication, selfless dedication to the gods."

"Faith is a hard temper, a hard temper for the soul."

"Faith is practice, it is the repetition of oneself."

"Only by just a little bit of tempering faith, strengthening faith, and constantly grinding the soul with suffering and will, the soul can continue to condense and transform, and eventually turn into a cocoon into a butterfly and become a holy spirit."

"Life is short, and the soul will be destroyed. Only the little true spirit deep in the soul is eternal. Only when the soul is pure and free of impurities can nourish the true spirit and gradually make the true spirit reach the point of eternity and immortality."

Wu Hui's voice was like a hammer, constantly pounding and questioning the hearts of everyone on the scene: "Most of the people in the world are full of selfish desires, and the qualities of the soul are mixed, and the true spirit deep in the soul will only continue to wither. The true spirit of Emperor Charles has been constantly withering, but he used various treasures and holy light to delay the withering and death of the body. Until it was exposed at this time, the true spirit was already exhausted and could not be saved."

"Husband, there is really no hope?" Catherine sighed.

"If he had been exposed ten years ago, his true spirit would not have been exhausted now. I would have paid a price to save him and let him live a hundred years more." Wu Hui sighed, "But even if he took out the origin of life in the universe, he would be powerless to turn the world back. If the true spirit is destroyed, no one can save it."

"Ah..." Emperor Charles's face looked shocked and fearful, but more annoyed. He was powerful for a lifetime, and he could determine the world with one word, and was full of energy. The longer he sat at the peak of power, the more he lacked the due awe of the gods.
Chapter completed!