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The flame was pure white in color, with strands of golden light shining through it, emitting suffocating and terrifying waves.
This is the Holy Flame.
The holy flame burns the body and no remains remain.
Looking at the pure white flames getting closer and closer, Viscount Marcus' pupils dilated and his whole body trembled.
Great terror swept over his heart, and his brain went blank. At this moment, let alone pretending to say a few lofty words, he couldn't even utter a single word.
He thought he could face life and death calmly.
However, he now knew that he couldn't do it.
He regretted it! If he had known this earlier, he shouldn't have attacked the Church because of his momentary greed! Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now!
But in the blink of an eye, the holy flame emitting a terrifying aura had already fallen on Viscount Marcus.
A raging flame suddenly ignited.
Viscount Marcus turned into a human-shaped torch almost in the blink of an eye, and his screams stopped abruptly within a few breaths.
The holy flame was so fierce that if it were not for the restraint of divine power, not to mention Viscount Marcus, even the stake would have been burned into molten iron in the flames.
For a moment, the only sound on the entire platform except for the whirring sound of the burning flames and the sound of everyone's unconsciously quickened breathing.
Rolling heat waves spread from the stake, causing the skin on the faces of the people around to feel a slight stinging pain.
Watching this scene, the clergy and knights on the steps felt relaxed and happy.
He deserves it for going against the Vatican and attacking priests!
The nobles in the square had mixed feelings.
Although they were angry that Marcus used them as cannon fodder, as fellow nobles, they actually understood Marcus's thoughts to some extent.
As a noble, who wouldn't want to have a bigger territory and richer land? In the final analysis, Marcus was just too bold and schemed against the wrong people.
However, what was happening before them also made them see one thing clearly.
That is, the Holy See cannot be an enemy!
At this moment, not to mention those nobles who originally stood on the side of the Holy See, even those nobles who originally resisted the Holy See and responded passively, gave up their original ideas and dared not risk angering the Holy See to stop the Holy See from preaching.
Above the heads of the crowd, groups of power of faith surged out, and in the blink of an eye they gathered into one channel of faith after another and sank into the void.
Looking at the new believers in the godhead, Wu Hui curled his lips in a good mood.
Very good, most of the nobles have been converted into believers, so there is no need to worry about encountering obstacles in the subsequent missionary work.
As for those who have not yet converted to believers, Wu Hui did not force them. It didn't matter if they didn't become believers, as long as they didn't hinder his preaching.
but…
"Although the main culprit has been eliminated, the accomplices cannot be let off easily." Wu Hui's mind moved and he spoke again.
His gaze swept across the nobles in the square; his eyes were calm, with a kind of coldness and indifference that seemed to come from the sky.
The nobles were startled by his gaze and became nervous unconsciously.
The old nobleman, who had had several secret talks with Viscount Marcus before, turned pale, with drops of cold sweat unconsciously oozing from his forehead.