God Level Civilization

Chapter 287: Come! Son of God

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Aesop's technological plane!

In a top luxury villa by the sea.

The curtains have been drawn all around the living room, making it airtight.

In the center of the huge living room, Angel Doris, the new queen-level soul singer and the first super-popular idol with more than 300 million fans on Weibo, changed into a flawless white dress, her skin was as white as snow, and she was shrouded in a faint holy light.

In front of her was a sacred altar with a jade slab more than two meters long in front of it and candles lit all around the altar.

Angel knelt before the altar with great piety, chanting holy hymns that touched his soul.

The twelve apostles, who had usually dispersed to develop on their own, also gathered together, kneeling on one knee behind the saint, their expressions extremely solemn and dignified, but in their eyes, there was an endless enthusiasm, as if they were expecting something.

Today is a big day.

It has been nearly half a month since Saint Angel received the oracle of the coming of the Son of God. The Saint and the twelve apostles have been planning for such a big event as the coming of the Son of God for a long time.

The faith of the twelve apostles converged with Angel's holy voice, condensing into an invisible yet tangible force that soared into the sky.

Just as the saint's hymn reached its climax, suddenly, a sacred light fell from the sky. In an instant, it seemed as if the entire hotel was illuminated by the great light.

Everyone in this hotel seemed to be bathed in the warm sunshine. Their souls and bodies felt as if they had just taken a hot spring bath after being tired for a long time. They felt extremely comfortable, and their eyes were filled with light and hope.

Such a wonderful miracle only lasted for a moment.

The holy light quickly converged and gathered in front of the altar on the top floor like a tide. The highly concentrated holy light was like the hottest sun.

Angel Doris's expression lit up with joy, and she quickly chanted, "Angel leads the twelve apostles to welcome His Majesty the Son of God to the mortal world."

"Twelve Apostles, respectfully welcome His Majesty the Son of God to the mortal world."

The twelve apostles shouted in unison, their eyes filled with passion and excitement.

It's no wonder that the seeds of light that Wu Hui casually refined came with a system. The system was not only to assist them in their growth, but also to give them psychological hints and brainwashing all the time as the task progressed and developed.

In just a few months, they have achieved what they could never achieve in their entire lives, and their destiny has been completely changed. At the same time, their faith in the God of Light has become extremely firm and fanatical.

If the faith channel between the two sides could not be established temporarily, these twelve apostles, including the Saint, would definitely be thirteen fanatics. Even the Saint and Liu Peng were exceptionally outstanding and had the best resources. Their soul levels were constantly changing, and they were faintly showing signs of developing into saints.

Even among the millions of believers in the bright plane, there are no more than 10 whose faith has reached their level, and they are all the seeds of future holy believers.

Under the strong expectations of the Saint and the apostles, the statue of the God of Light worn by the Saint emitted a blazing light, and the pure power of faith was continuously transmitted to the altar.