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Gondeyar was drowsy when he heard the crime read before, although the pseudo-saint said the truth.

But there are so many nobles in the world who do this.

In the eyes of many nobles, there is no difference between civilians and lowly beasts. Even a civilian is not as important as a horse and a cow.

It was not until the word "stolen" that he was suddenly shocked.

Could this pseudo-saint really plan to judge him or even kill him?

His mind trembled, and his original calmness disappeared without a trace. He quickly wanted to break free from the clamps of the believers and soldiers. His voice was so sharp that it broke the sound: "Pseudo-saint, do you dare?!"

Not to mention that Gondeyar could not believe it, everyone under the altar was also shocked by her verdict.

Especially those who were sure that Catherine would not really judge Gundyar, now it seemed like someone had a hammer on his head and was stunned.

Wu Hui glanced at him and saw the civilians with their mouths open and their eyes were straight, their faces were dull, as if they had lost their ability to think.

Even the entourage cavalry who stood out among the crowd were shocked at this moment, staring at the eyes of the bronze bells, gasping for air conditioning, and their expressions seemed to have seen the dead.

Wu Hui's eyes swept over one by one, and he couldn't help feeling a little confused.

Hehe, do you think this god is fake? Just a mere nobleman who is full of conscience, what is worth in front of the great God of Light?

Wait ~

There are even more shocking things waiting for them later ~

Wu Hui became proud of himself. Since he traveled to the Kingdom of Destruction, he finally gradually realized the pleasure of being a god.

at the same time.

On the altar, Gondeyar could not believe that he would be judged and sanctioned, and was still struggling desperately, trying to get rid of the clampdown.

However, his hands and feet were locked in iron shackles. His long-devoted martial arts could not even be used in half of Chengdu. How could he escape?

He tried his best and finally broke free from the two soldiers' control. Then two more soldiers walked up and dragged him to the stake on the altar like a dead dog.

The soldiers were not polite to Gondeyar at all. They grabbed him tightly, tied his arms and legs against the stake and locked them up with iron chains, then retreated.

A soldier came up with the firewood that had been prepared long ago, piled the firewood under the stolen rack, and soon built a firewood pile, and even poured it on the fuel-enhancing grease.

Immediately afterwards, some soldiers lit the torch that had been prepared long ago and walked towards Gondeyar step by step.

Looking at the torch that was getting closer and closer, and looking at the beating fire on the torch, Gondeal's pupils tightened, and his already panic heart suddenly felt like he fell into an ice cave.

"No, no no no!"

He shook his head frantically, his face pale, his fat body trembled due to fear, and even his voice was trembling: "Fake Saint... No, His Highness, I am guilty. I shouldn't attack the monastery, I shouldn't kill all the clergy, I shouldn't be disrespectful to you, I repent! Isn't God the most merciful? I repent! I must repent with devout repent! Please let me go..."

While begging for mercy, he twisted his wrist frantically, hitting the stake behind him desperately, trying to break free from the bondage. Under extreme fear, his pain was paralyzed, and even the rough iron chains grind his skin to the point of blood, it seemed as if he hadn't felt it.

However, Catherine seemed to have not heard his begging for mercy at all, and her expression on her face did not shake at all, and her eyes did not shake.

Under extreme fear, time seemed to have become particularly long.

Gondeyar watched the torch get closer and closer, and his struggle suddenly becomes more and more crazy, and the iron chains locked in him are being pulled in a rustling sound during his struggle.

However, no matter how hard he struggled or how crazy he was, he was just a desperate struggle.

After a few steps, the soldiers walked to the edge of the firewood pile and threw the torch onto the firewood pile.

With the help of grease, flames quickly ignited on the firewood pile.

The hot flames rushed up and licked Gondeyar's body. Almost in a moment, the thin clothes on his body were ignited, and a burnt smell of flesh and blood suddenly came from the air.

Gondeal screamed like a pig slaughter.

Under the severe pain, all the fear turned into resentment in an instant. His eyes burst out, and his blood-shot eyes stared at Catherine, with a hideous and terrifying expression: "Bitch, do you think you won, right? I tell you, don't be happy too early. Even if I sacrifice my soul to the devil and turn into a dead soul, I will never let it go..."

However, before he finished speaking, the leaping fire had already swallowed his body. Before he could say anything, he suddenly turned into a tragic wail, and his expression became more and more ferocious in the blazing fire.

Under the statue of God, Catherine looked down at Gondeyar, who was struggling with death, like a mad dog, with cold eyes and no expression on her face.

The flames completely swallowed Gondeyar.

Gradually, even the screams disappeared.

The burnt smell in the air became heavier and heavier, gradually spreading from the altar and spreading to the entire Gru Square.

In the crowd, the whispers gradually disappeared, and even the cheers of believers gradually weakened.

Soon, the square fell into death silence, and there was no other sound except the screams of Gondeyar, the crackling of firewood burning, the sound of flags fluttering, and the whistling of the wind.

Wu Hui looked through the eyes of God and saw that all the civilians who were still deceiving themselves were frightened, and their faces were pale and froze in place, not daring to move.

Although the entourage and cavalrymen who stood out from the crowd were not scared, their expressions were full of disbelief, and they looked stupid as if they were even staring out their eyes.

The middle-aged knight in the lead was still calm, but his eyes were filled with astonishment and surprise. It was obvious that the situation in front of him was beyond his expectations. The faces were awe, shock, fear, and fanatic... all kinds of expressions changed, and all kinds of sentient beings were revealed in this short moment.

"Um?"

He suddenly looked moved and felt that the number of channels of faith began to increase inexplicably. He made a quick decision: "The divine nature shows the number of believers."

In an instant, a string of data appeared in his consciousness.

Holy Spirit: 0

Holy Believer: 0

Crazy Believer: 7

Devout: 527

True believers: 121

Believer: 546

...

Sure enough, the number of believers began to rise.

In just a short while, the number of his shallow believers increased by 143, reaching as many as 546.

Moreover, at the time he was checking the data, the number of shallow believers was still changing and increasing.

Wu Hui was like drinking a can of ice beer in the summer, and he felt very happy.
Chapter completed!