...

Of course, the most important point is that it consumes less!

The consumption of this magic is very, very small!

After estimation of the divine nature, only 0.1 divine power is needed to support him in using the "Eye of God" all day!

Moreover, this consumption is calculated based on time, not by number of times. It can be turned off and enabled at any time.

The practicality is simply overwhelming.

"It's so cool!"

Wu Hui jumped up and waved his arm excitedly, wanting to give his wit a thumbs up!

If he hadn't understood every process of creating the magical art, he would probably not have believed that such awesome magical art was created by himself.

Of course, this is also because Wu Hui is too poor.

Poverty is indeed a powerful source of power, otherwise it would be impossible to invent this magical technique that is extremely powerful.

The old god of light is full of divine power, so he will not consider saving a little divine power at all.

Thinking of this, Wu Hui's mood was a little sour.

The poor god really has no dignity.

No matter what~ Since the magic technique has been created, let’s try it out soon.

Wu Hui's soul sat down on the spot and directly displayed the "Eye of God".

The next moment, his eyes flashed and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

It was like in an instant, returning from the desolate, cold and snow-white snow-white snow-capped mountains to the noisy world, the colors in front of Wu Hui suddenly became vivid and bright.

The golden sunshine, mottled stone walls, lush green grass, gorgeous wild flowers blooming on the grass, busy crowds, running and noisy children...

He seemed to be in the sunshine, and everything around him was filled with a noisy and chaotic atmosphere of the world, fresh and bright, so lively that he felt like he was a different world.

Wu Hui was stunned for a moment.

Even if the Kingdom of Light is already a ruin, it is still holy and quiet. The most common color in sight is white. The only sound you can hear in your ears is the prayer of believers. After staying in the Kingdom of God for more than a year, he thought he had become accustomed to it. Now that he suddenly returned to the world, he suddenly realized that he was still so attached to the world.

Even if this world is not that world.

He took a deep breath and greedily breathed the air with the fragrance of flowers and the warm sunshine. He let himself immerse himself in this long-lost emotion. After a while, he came back to his senses little by little.

It's a sense of substitution, it's really a strong sense of substitution.

It feels like I have traveled through time and am in a brand new world.

It's worth it, so many days of hard work are worth returning to the ticket.

Wu Hui's current state is actually quite special.

He could hear, see, smell, but could not touch or touch. After all, the "Eye of God" conveyed only the message, and his soul body was actually still in the kingdom of God and had never moved.

His current perspective should be to stay in the sacred square of the Monastery of St. Lu'an.

Several days have passed since the night of the Gods descending. The battle traces on the square have been cleaned up. Even the most difficult blood stains have been washed away by repeated scrubbing, leaving only a faint trace on the surface of the stones.

In the middle of the square, the towering statue of light no longer had the vast power of the time when the gods descended, but it still exuded a faint majesty. There was no crack in the white surface, full of holy aura.

In front of the statue of God, a diameter pit had been surrounded by a wooden fence, and more than a dozen believers were surrounding the fence, paying homage to the miracles.

"See, this is the holy mark left by the spear of judgment brought down by the great God of Light." A young man in a linen robe pointed to the pit behind the fence and introduced to the newly converted believers, with awe in his eyes, but mixed with inexplicable smugness, "You didn't see that that night, Nico wore a chain mail with such strong defense, and it was instantly blown to pieces..."

The young believers spoke frantically, describing the situation last night vividly, and others were also excited to hear it.

This is the arrival of the true god. How can I not be excited? I just regret that they did not participate in that collective prayer and missed the opportunity.

Otherwise they would have the opportunity to witness the miracle of the great gods coming with their own eyes.

The sun shines, illuminating the annoyance and regret on their faces clearly.

"Haha, this young man is quite versatile." Wu Hui praised inwardly, but he was a worthy object to cultivate.

Then, Wu Hui adjusted the perspective of the Eye of God and wandered around in the Monastery of St. Lu'an.

This immersive feeling is much stronger than the VR experience Wu Hui imagined.

On the edge of the square, there was a group of male believers busy on the wall.

Dozens of believers were bare-handedly carrying stones to repair the walls. Some half-aged children were helping to clean up the collapsed walls and delivering the stones.

In a few days, the smoke-gray stone wall has been repaired for a long period of time, and in a few days, it may be repaired.

On the land beside the courtyard wall, some elderly believers bent down to clean up weeds in the abandoned vegetable fields. Behind them, other young people were busy turning over the soil, sowing seeds, and watering...

The children who were not yet at their waists were screaming and running around the vegetable field, playing the game of knights catching robbers. As a result, before the little "knights" caught the "robbers", they were caught by the working adults and threw them into the square regardless of their struggles.

In the sun, the entire monastery was full of vitality, with smiles on the faces of all believers, full of hope for the future.

Looking at these scenes, Wu Hui felt as if he was filled with something, as if he had an inexplicable sense of mission.

These believers all believe in Wu Hui, the God of Light, and many of them gave up their homes and followed them to the Monastery of the God of Light.

This also made Wu Hui's shoulders more burdens.

At least, let the believers who believe in him live a happier future.

Then, Wu Hui had a thought and raised his perspective.

In an instant, he seemed to fly up from the ground. The ground was getting farther and farther away from him, everything in front of him became smaller and smaller, but his perspective became wider and wider.

He saw that in the courtyard behind the monastery, Langdon was fighting with three other newly transferred Templars, exhausted and panting without stopping. Sweat fell down their cheeks, and shining brightly in the sun.

He saw that in another courtyard further away, the Saint Catherine was taking the intern nun Cathy to preach the teachings, and a group of civilians surrounded her, listening attentively and with great seriousness.

They were dressed in a simple manner, but their expressions were particularly pious, and their bright eyes were filled with strong hope for the future.

Wu Hui stayed here for a while, listening to the saint's voice soft, exuding an extremely pious and infectious speech.

Even if that feeling made Wu Hui, the God of Light, feel a little excited and infected by brainwashing. He can't help but believe in the great God of Light.

Well, Wu Hui admitted that it was very exciting to look at the Saint of Light from this perspective.

She was shrouded in slight holy light, and was filled with an inviolable sense of holiness.

Even Wu Hui was "very knowledgeable" before time traveling, he had never seen a blond woman with a unique temperament, a hot body, and a snow-capped skin like the Saint of Light.

For a moment, Wu Hui was very moved and secretly wondered whether he should come down to take a walk while the Saint of Light was taking a shower at night?
Chapter completed!