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Her whole body was shrouded in the solid white holy light, her legs left the battlements of the arrow tower and slowly floated up. A powerful aura was centered on her and spread out in all directions, and even the air crackled.

The aura of pressure displayed was more than twice as powerful as before. Her eyes, which had been closed before, suddenly opened and two rays of energy like lightning.

"O my great Lord of Light, Catherine, your faithful servant, will follow your oracle, spread the power of light to every inch of the continent."

The voice of the Saint of Light Catherine Katherine was even more intense and full of endless infectiousness. Both the enemies and us on the battlefield couldn't help but be inspired by her.

"How is that possible!"

Viscount Connor's pupils shrank, and he looked at the scene in disbelief. The pseudo-Saint of Light actually used the large-scale battlefield magic to praise the light. If that's all, it would be fine.

But her momentum was rising again and again, directly breaking through the 4th level, reaching the powerful aura of a level 5 master.

You should know that even with his Viscount Connor's power, even when facing a level 5 strongman, although he cannot be respectful, he must be cautious and pleased and win over. If he can't offend a level 5 strongman, he will never offend him.

Level 5 powerhouses are so rare that they can search the entire Lu'an area. Except for Father Luke who went to the Holy City to die before, they can never find a second level 5 master. After all, when the strength reaches this level, there is a wider sky waiting for him to soar. There is not much nostalgia for the small Lu'an area.

He never expected that the woman who had always been regarded as a fake saint thug would break through to level 5 on the battlefield.

Suddenly, Viscount Connor felt an extremely annoyed feeling in his heart, all because he was too arrogant and did not take the other person seriously at the beginning.

If he had known that the pseudo-saint Catherine had such potential, he would have made a decision anyway, either strangling the other party to the bud in advance, or trying his best to win over the other party.

How could it be like now? It must be a decisive battle to decide the outcome.

Not only Viscount Connor, but also the 6th-level sub-saint, Edmund, the face of the flamewalker, was unpredictable. Obviously, this scene had already hit his heart strongly.

"It's not simple, it's not simple." Edmund exclaimed, "This pseudo-saint Catherine is so qualified that she has reached level 5 at a young age. I remember when I was as old as her, I was a level 2 boy. Unfortunately, under the current situation, she actually tried to restore the Holy See of Light, which must be a dead end. Otherwise, she would definitely be one of the saint-level powerhouses in the future."

As for the enemy soldiers on the battlefield, they were even more shocked and their morale fell a lot.

"I praise you, my great light."

With the loud chanting of the Saint of Light, a powerful force of holy light surged out of her body and rushed into the sky. In the sky, a ball of light like a scorching sun appeared. The light exploded and turned into countless rains of light and fell down.

The light rain fell on the soldiers of our army and immediately turned into the power of holy light and poured into their bodies, eliminating their fatigue, encouraging their spirits, forgetting their pain, and bursting morale.

Some soldiers who were slightly injured recovered their health at a speed visible to the naked eye, enough to join the battle. Even those soldiers who were seriously injured had a much rosy face and were forced to return from the line of life and death. They just need to wait patiently for the priest to come for rescue to survive.

"For my Lord, for the Saint."

The active soldiers desperately launched a fearless attack on the enemy with their swords, spears, and crossbows. The counterattack was more than twice as strong as before.

The holy rain inspired by the praise of light in the enemy's non-believer soldiers fell on them, not only did not bring them any help, but instead made them even more panic and fearful.

Can they really win if they fight against such enemies?

On the battlefield, the battle is often morale.

With a low morale, no matter how many people are, they are just a group of mobs that can be slaughtered. Although the number of believers and soldiers of the Light with a huge morale is small, they are all fearless and fearless, just like a sharp dagger.

This is why the pride of light is called a large-scale battlefield magic. It has the ability to turn the situation around in times of crisis. Moreover, the saint Catherine was originally only at level 4, but Wu Hui was instilled with divine power and broke through the bottleneck and rose to level 5.

The power of the praise of light has been further strengthened.

At this time, not far from the battlefield, Judy, the dark witch, who was shrouded in a black and purple robe, was emitting a mysterious and strange atmosphere, watched this scene from afar and stared at the battlefield.

The only place she exposed was her eyes. There was a strong sense of jealousy in those eyes. She murmured to herself: "The abominable Holy Maiden of Light, who looks holy and awe-inspiring on the battlefield, secretly pleased the great Lord of Light on the battlefield, and received the Lord's grace in public. It was so shameless."

She was very dissatisfied.

Why can she represent the great Lord of Our Lord walk on earth? Why can she command everything to fight against the enemy? Why can she get so favored by our Lord?

But she could only be ordered by my Lord to hide in the darkness, not to appear on the battlefield, and not to take any actions without an oracle?

Everyone is as pious and loyal to my Lord, why?

"Great Lord, my Lord." The Dark Witch prayed with trembling all over his body, "Your faithful servant Judy, ask to fight. My plague is extremely poisonous, and I will definitely keep the armor of the Lu'an army who dares to oppose my Lord."

At the same time, in the Kingdom of Light, Wu Hui was admiring the holy, beautiful and noble temperament of the Saint of Light, which was used to show the praise of light, and the holy, beautiful and noble temperament of the battlefield.

The 6.6 divine power he spent just raised her to level 5 was indeed not in vain.

The only thing that made Wu Hui feel a little painful was that although the saint's qualifications were already very good, the divine power consumed from level 4 to level 5 was still a lot more than upgrading Saint Luke to level 5.

The reason is also very simple. When St. Luke ascended to heaven, he was just a pure soul, and his body was a life form of light element produced through the metamorphosis pool.

This is the body that is most suitable for the attributes of light, so it is most appropriate to use the divine power of light to improve his strength. However, the Saint of Light is still a physical body, so it would cost more to directly use divine power to upgrade her.

Wu Hui thought about it carefully and it was reasonable. If both sides consumed as much divine power, then why did God of Light develop a profession like the angel of war?

Just simply increase the level and strength of some loyal believers in the mortal world. What other Holy Spirit is needed to transform the Angel of Light?

After figuring this out, Wu Hui felt calm.

At this moment, I heard the prayer of the Dark Witch. As I listened, my chest felt depressed.

This dark witch is really unwilling to give up. What does it mean to use the poison of the plague to fight?

Your plague is extremely poisonous, indeed a very powerful biological and chemical weapon of mass destruction, but once it appears on the battlefield.

First, it is inconsistent with the noble attributes of the Light Camp. Second, everyone will suspect that the two plagues were a scene directed and acted by the Holy See of Light.

At that time, the reputation of the light lineage that has just risen will be greatly affected.

"No!"

Wu Hui's oracle fell into her soul.

However, Wu Huinian was loyal to her after all, and she was currently loyal. Although the plague was reckless, it also brought him great gains. Immediately, he comforted a voice with a majestic and kind voice: "Judy, you, like Catherine, are my most loyal believers, and each has their own uses."

After soothing the dark witch, Wu Hui ignored her and continued to watch the changes in the battlefield.

Netherworld.

After praying, the witch Judy, who received the oracle, was disappointed when she heard the word "Notification".

But Wu Hui's casual comforting words made her think wildly. Her eyes changed unpredictably, gradually becoming clear and firm, but at the same time, they were full of hot madness. She laughed strangely: "I understand, I understand."

"The back of the light is darkness, and where there is light, there must be shadows." The witch Judy murmured in a daze, "Light belongs to Catherine, and my mission is to embrace the darkness and become a sharp knife for my Lord in the darkness, and to cut off any enemy who dares to oppose my Lord."

"My Lord, your faithful servant Judy, will follow the oracle carefully, and will overcome all obstacles in the darkness and die without regrets. The evil dark side of your heart will be realized by Judy for you."

Unfortunately, Wu Hui has disconnected the prayer link with her. Otherwise, when he heard this sentence, he would definitely spit out an old blood. Who, you, a lunatic, has an evil dark side in your heart?
Chapter completed!