...... The tallest stone pillar in the center of the Kingdom of God has now almost become Wu Hui's stronghold, and every day he
either floats around in the Kingdom of God boringly to inspect the territory, or squats on the top of the stone pillar to count people's heads or floats next to the stone pillar to record data.
If it weren't for the fact that he lacked divine power now and couldn't go, he probably couldn't help but run to the lower realm to personally supervise and guide the actions of the Holy Maiden of Light.
Before you know it, the days are passing day by day.
Time was in a hurry, and another month passed, and the number of Wu Hui's followers also increased by a large margin.
On this day, as usual, he squatted on the top of the stone pillar and counted the number of believers in boredom.
Holy Spirit: 0
Holy Believers: 0
Zealots: 1
Devout Believers: 4
True Believers: 30
Shallow Believers: 356
He looked at it carefully, and found that the number of true believers, who were the broad cornerstones of the gods, had reached 30. With so many believers combined, they have been able to provide him with 2 points of faith power every day.
As of this day, Wu Hui's power of faith that had been consumed by condensing divine power had regained 68 points.
Unfortunately, the number of devout and zealot has never increased.
In fact, what Wu Hui is looking forward to most is that the Holy Maiden of Light can reach the level of a sincere and trustworthy saint. Once at that level, her faith is truly indestructible, providing 10 points of faith power per day.
Moreover, even if a holy believer dies, his soul can fly through the gates of heaven to the kingdom of God and become a holy spirit in the temple of the Holy Spirit of the kingdom of God.
If Wu Hui has divine power and does not skimp on divine power, he can immediately transform that Holy Spirit into an angel of war, and the strength of the angel of war starts at level 7, and the future growth potential is even greater.
In the mortal plane, level 7 can be called saint, the status is extremely noble, even in the face of the emperor of a country, he will be treated with courtesy, and the combat power of the angel can be imagined.
Of course, he just thinks about it.
You must know that the birth of every holy believer requires all kinds of chances, and it is not something that can be obtained simply by consuming divine power. Otherwise, the angels of war would have flooded long ago.
After Wu Hui counted the number of believers, he thought a lot in his mind, and quickly threw away these distracting thoughts and continued to ponder the godhead.
However, this day is destined to be an extraordinary day.
Just when Wu Hui was halfway through his study of Godhead, his faith channel with Catherina, the Holy Maiden of Light, trembled violently.
At the same time, the voice of the Holy Maiden of Light was clearly transmitted "Great Lord of Light, please send down miracles to save those lost lambs."
Save the lost lambs?
Wu Hui's heart was suddenly ecstatic.
As soon as he heard the prayer, he understood that Catherina's plan had succeeded.
Next, it's time to reap the fruits of victory!

Abbey of St. Luan.
This is an ordinary monastery located on the border of the Empire, among the more than 100 monasteries in the Empire of Light, it is just an extremely ordinary and inconspicuous one, and it has produced a Holy Spirit since its establishment.
However, it is precisely because of its remoteness and inconspicuousness, and the efforts of the zealot Father Luke, that it has become the last fortress it once was.
The night was bright, and the moonlight was shining from the sky.
Bathed in moonlight, this centuries-old monastery is full of unspeakable vicissitudes. The smoky stone walls had collapsed in the battle more than a month earlier, leaving only half of the walls that had been corroded by time, and from a distance, they were dilapidated and desolate.
Inside the walls, the collapsed statue of light in the Square of Faith has been re-erected at some point, and even the shattered stumps and severed arms have been glued back to their original positions.
However, after all, time is in a hurry, and the fracture has not had time to be repaired, and at a glance, the statue is full of cracks, which adds a bit of desolation.
Under the idol, the new saint of light, Catherina, kneels on one knee, puts her hands on her heart, and sings the hymn "Praise of Light" in the most reverent gesture.
The ethereal song echoed in the night, and the pure power of light continued to diffuse from her, haunting her and constantly swirling, rising, and looking from afar, holy and majestic.
After more than a month of training, she faded away from her original immaturity, and her clear and firm eyes added a touch of solemnity and depth, and she really had a trace of the demeanor of a saint.
Langdon, the swordsman, and three devout soldiers knelt behind her in turn, bowing their heads with a reverent expression.
In the past month and a half, the four of them have been moving around with Catherina, the Holy Maiden of Light, and they have often been baptized by the blessings of light, and they have experienced a lot of battles and tempering, and their strength has obviously improved a lot.
The aura on the three soldiers has reached the peak of level 1, and Langdon has reached level 2, and there is a touch of killing aura on his body, which is almost the same as before.
Behind them, more than three hundred ordinary believers gathered together and were praying in low voices.
Most of them were ordinary civilians, men, women and children, and only a few dozen men were considered to be able-bodied.
These people were originally believers in the god of light, but because of the great changes that took place in the monastery of St. Luan, the faith collapsed for various reasons. But thanks to the efforts of the Holy Maiden of Light, they regained their faith.
It's just that they haven't experienced the true divine power coming after all, and their inner beliefs are not firm enough, and the vast majority of them are shallow believers at present, and there are only 30 true believers.
Suddenly.
There was a cacophony of footsteps outside the walls of the monastery, and an imperial army rushed out of the darkness and blocked the entrance and exit of the monastery with lightning speed.
Immediately afterwards, the Imperial army parted from the middle, and the group paced out of it on tall horses.
The chestnut-haired middle-aged man led by him was wearing a full set of chain mail, and he had a noble bearing, but the expression on his face was very casual, as if he didn't take these people in front of him in his eyes at all.
Behind him, there were more than a dozen knights of the personal guard. These knights are burly and powerful, and they have a killing aura, and any of them are no weaker than the three soldiers behind Langdon, and they are obviously at least level 1 strength.
These people came with great arrogance and did not hide it at all, and the common believers praying in the courtyard were suddenly alarmed, and suddenly they stirred uneasily.
Several elderly civilians recognized the origin of this army, and their faces turned pale with fright "Patrol, patrol regiment, they are the third patrol regiment!" The full name of the 3rd Patrol Regiment is 'Empire Lu'an Region 3rd Patrol Regiment', with a full strength of 300 people and an actual strength of 197 people, which belongs to the city of St. Luan, is part of the city guard and is controlled by the lord of Lu'an. The usual function is to maintain law and order and fight crime, so the weaponry and combat effectiveness are very ordinary.
However, no matter how ordinary the combat effectiveness is, the army is still an army, and it is much stronger than the unarmed civilian believers.
Among the believers, some people even recognized the chestnut-haired middle-aged man who led the patrol was Niko, the head of the Third Patrol Group, a meritorious knight of the empire, a powerful level 3 knight!
Just with him and a dozen guards behind him, he can crush hundreds of unarmed civilians, not to mention that now the whole regiment of the Third Patrol Group is attacking, just with these hundreds of them, there is no hope at all!
The fear suddenly spread in the courtyard, and the believers in the outer circle did not care about praying, so they got up from the ground and squeezed into it desperately.

Seeing this, Niko couldn't help but laugh, and looked straight at the slender girl under the statue with smug eyes "Catherina, a heretical pseudo-saint! You didn't expect that this heretical gathering you organized, the head of this group had already obtained information in advance. In order to wipe out your group of nasty rats, the head of the regiment has secretly provided me with a lot of help, hahaha." ......