Joe took the appointment of Salian in the Army Department, Ruhr City.

An incredible and magnificent divine power penetrated the sky, and a large hole about a diameter was broken in the dark clouds at a high altitude.

The golden sunshine shines from the cloud pit and shines on the Ruhr Cathedral.

The magnificent and majestic Ruhr Cathedral shines with dazzling white light. On the exterior wall of the church, a statue of a gilded saint in the history of the Golden Oak Church reflects a golden divine light in the sunlight.

Outside the gate of Ruhr Cathedral, under the high steps, and on the huge square, countless believers were creeping densely.

The rich and powerful figures, dressed in bright clothes, respectfully and fearlessly, kneeled at the closest to the steps; those ordinary citizens who were neatly dressed but ordinary fabrics were kneeling in the middle of the square, a distance from the steps of the cathedral.

As for the ragged civilians and even refugees, they could only kneel down on the edge of the square, or even kneel down in nearby streets and alleys. Even the golden sunshine shining in the sky could not fall on them.

St. Attila stood in front of the gate of Ruhr Cathedral, standing on nearly a hundred levels of steps, overlooking the more than 100,000 believers kneeling on the square.

He was wearing a blood robe, and the golden oak statue embroidered with gold threads on his chest and behind him shone brightly.

He opened his arms and murmured softly: "Blessed are you, for the glory of my Lord is enveloping you... Those who believe in my Lord will receive blessings."

Behind Saint Attila, dozens of clergymen wearing blood robes and strong breathing recited Mu's holy name at the same time.

A very rich golden divine light lit up on Saint Attila. When he lit his fingers, countless golden light spots fell in the sky, falling lightly and gracefully on the believers.

If you look carefully, about 90% of the light spots falling in the sky fall on those gorgeously dressed big men.

There was only less than 10% of the light spots slowly dispersed to the believers crawling behind them.

The golden light fell on his body, and a stream of heat filled with incredible power suddenly poured into the bodies of the believers. They all made extremely comfortable moans, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The disease is dissipating.

Disability, in healing.

There are even believers who lose one eye, or even lose one hand, one leg, who grow new eyeballs, new palms and calves.

There are also white-haired believers. Their hair turns black in public, and the wrinkles on their faces are quickly disappearing, and their energy is replenishing their bodies.

The old noble women who were kneeling in front of them, who were already in a state of dissatisfaction, cheered in surprise and ecstasy. In the eyes of everyone, they were over ninety years old, their hair turned black quickly, their wrinkles quickly dissipated, and their skin became white, tender, delicate and shiny. In just a few breaths, they returned to the appearance of a beautiful woman in their thirty years old!

There were also several old nobles who had completely lost their ability to move and could only rely on their families to send here. After taking a few breaths, they spit out thick phlegm and blood clots from their mouths. They regained their vitality and climbed up from the stretcher tremblingly. After moving their arms and legs a few times, they knelt down on the ground very quickly...

Such a miracle.

Such an incredible power.

Countless believers chanted Mu's holy name in unison, and some people were so moved that they kowtowed like pounding garlic. Their foreheads hit the ground heavily, and their heads were so hard that they kowtowed and their blood was flowing, and they fainted.

"You are also guilty."

The voice of Saint Attila echoed in the square: "Of course, among you, some worship the evil gods and approach the heresy, will you be severely punished."

St. Attila's fingers lightly.

In the sky, dense blood-colored fires poured down like rain. The blood-colored fires fell on the believers behind the square. Immediately, thousands of believers made shrill sounds and viscous blood-colored flames ignited all over their bodies.

These believers knelt on the ground stiffly, unable to move, and could only keep screaming, allowing the flames to burn wildly on their bodies, burning their skin to ashes little by little, and then slowly swallowing their muscles, nerves, blood vessels, and bones little by little...

More than a thousand believers were burned to ashes little by little in front of countless believers.

The entire incineration process lasted for half an hour.

Within this half hour, only the shrill sound of howling echoed over the square. Countless believers knelt on the ground, each of them was so scared that they were sweating profusely, and their faces were pale like ghosts.

"Respect my Lord and stay away from heresy... You will be blessed!" When more than a thousand unlucky ghosts were completely turned into ashes and were blown by the cold wind, the ashes flew into the sky. Saint Attila's cold voice resounded through the entire square again, and even half of the people in Ruhr City could hear it clearly.

Outside Ruhr City, in several extremely large military camps, a large number of Imperial Army officers stood high, holding military telescopes, with a cold face, looking towards the direction of Ruhr Cathedral.

In the field army command center responsible for military control of Ruhr City, several Imperial generals looked at the map of Ruhr City hanging on the wall with their hands behind their backs. At the location of Ruhr Cathedral, a staff officer circled a circle with blood ink.

Through the signs on the map, you can see that at several key locations around the Ruhr Cathedral, the military-controlled field army has arranged hundreds of large-caliber field artillery... If there is any change, or as long as the imperial senior management gives the order, the entire Ruhr Cathedral will be completely erased immediately.

A deserted voice echoed gently in the command center: "Saint Attila... Haha, God's punishment... the only saint in the contemporary era of the Golden Oak Church... How many cannons do you think you need to blow him to death?"

The command center was quiet and no one said anything.

"Abide by your duty and respect our Lord devoutly, you will receive endless blessings." Saint Attila's cold and wrinkled face showed a very difficult smile.

"May the glory of my Lord shine on the Delun Empire forever... May the believers of my Lord be able to live and live in the fertile soil given by my Lord forever, live and work in peace and happiness forever!"

‘Ding, Ding Ding’!

A special priest rang a small chime made of pure gold.

St. Attila sighed, turned around, walked down the stairs in front of the door, and walked to the square, and then, with the help of several blood-robed priests, got on a convertible four-wheeled carriage.

"Sage, where are you going?" An old nobleman who had just risen from a stretcher and had returned to a young and strong appearance in his forties from an old man in his eighties and nineties, was like an orphan who had lost his parents. He stretched out his hands, cried loudly, and shouted out his most pious question at the top of his lungs.

"There is still darkness in Fort Hydera... I will take the glory of my Lord to Fort Hydera and save the lost lambs." Saint Attila did not look back, and his voice resounded throughout the square.

"Great saints..." A group of old nobles and wealthy people who had just gained infinite benefits from the powerful magic of Saint Attila, all of them were crying bitterly, and lay on the ground in great pain and cried loudly.

St. Attila pulled the corner of her mouth, and she sat upright on the seat of the carriage with a expressionless face.

Dozens of priests in golden robes lit the divine incense, knocked on the golden chime, raised various religious ritual instruments, lined up in a row of two people, walked in front of the convertible carriage, shouted Mu's holy name, and slowly moved forward.

St. Attila sat steadily in the carriage, from all directions, with the arms stretched out to him by believers, like Malin.

A large group of church knights wearing golden armor, silver armor, bronze armor, and long blood-colored cloaks rode high-headed horses and surrounded by carriages, separating the believers from St. Attila.

There were even heavy armored church knights walking in front of the carriage and separated the believers who wanted to block the way and pray for the blessing of Saint Attila.

Countless believers in the square stood up one after another. They followed Saint Attila's team like a vast ocean, heading towards the Ruhr Railway Station.

In places that believers cannot reach.

A large number of elite soldiers in the Imperial Army wearing casual clothes were like vigilant hunting dogs, with Saint Attila's team being embellished from afar.

There were also Hydra Secret Guards wearing various cloaks and coats, mixed in with great vigilance. They were not only monitoring St. Attila's team, but also alerting the believers to many mysterious men and women who were not sure where they came from.

After several hours and when it was getting dark, Saint Attila's team finally arrived at the Ruhr City Railway Station.

Amid the shouts of countless believers, Saint Attire pulled out of the carriage and walked step by step to the door of his special train carriage.

Viglar, with a somewhat haggard face, was waiting on the platform with a group of inspectors who came from Tulum Port and officials in the uniform of the imperial officer who had no relationship with the Supervision Department.

"Thank you for your hard work... can you go?" Viglar was very mechanized and squeezed a smile at Saint Attila.

"We can set off if you have time to wait." St. Attila stood in front of Viglar and said in a cold tone: "All you can escort it all the way... when you arrive in Heida Fort, you can relax, right?"

"Maybe?" Viglar took a breath and shook his head gently: "Maybe?"

After pausing slightly, Viglar looked at St. Attila with his hands behind his back and seriously: "I have been thinking about a question along the way... In your current identity, why don't you go to the Holy Church of the Dabouke Church, but come to the Delun Empire?"

St. Attila looked at Viglar very seriously: "There are lost children here, and there is darkness here... I brought the glory of my Lord, recalling the lost Lamb, and dispelling the confusing darkness."

"You must be kidding... The Empire is bathed in the glory of Her Majesty the Queen, with a bright future and a cloudless cloud." Viglar's eyes were like a knife, staring at Saint Attila tightly.

"Maybe?" St. Attila smiled pursed her lips: "His Majesty Margaret III, she is just a human... Her glory cannot cover such a huge empire... Only the infinite glory of my Lord can shine on Medland."

Viglar flattened his mouth.
Chapter completed!