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Wu Hui was so excited that his soul felt a little dizzy.
I never expected that burning Gondeyar to death could actually bring him believers. It can only be said that Gondeyar usually did too many evil things, and these civilians dared not say it, but they wished him dead in their hearts, so after his death, he could gain so many believers.
Of course, the faith of these believers may also be out of fear. However, awe and reverence contain both respect and fear, which is normal. God's grace is vast and God's power is like a prison, which is not false.
He doesn't care what the purpose of these believers is, he just wants the number of believers to increase.
143 believers is not a small number. Back then, when he had the least believers, the number once dropped below 60. Even now, after some efforts, the number of believers has increased by leaps and bounds, and the total number is just over 1,000.
143 believers, in terms of proportion, already exceeds 10%, which is definitely not a small number.
Besides, this is just the beginning~
There are so many people in the square below, all of them are his potential believers. It would be great if he could accept all of them as believers~
As Wu Hui thought about it, he couldn't help but start imagining the future.
It would be best if there were tens of millions of believers one day. How much divine power could be accumulated every day? Oops, I didn't learn math well. How come I can't calculate it
Hehehe~
Just as Wu Hui was showing off, the people in Gru Square finally came back to their senses from the incomparable shock.
"Oh my god, she actually got a fever..."
The civilians covered their faces, pressed their chests, and murmured in disbelief. The expressions on their faces were a mixture of shock, fear, and a bit of suppressed excitement.
How could they not have hatred in their hearts after living under the persecution and oppression of Gandiyar for so many years
It’s just that they dare not think about it, let alone do it, so they can only suppress their emotions.
Now, Gondeyal's death seemed to have broken some kind of shackles, causing the vague hope buried deep in their hearts to surge and almost break out.
Compared to them, the believers were much more direct.
Alia hugged Abron and jumped up and down in his arms excitedly: "Gundyal is dead! Dead! Did you see it? He is dead! Her Highness the Saint has made the decision for us civilians! I knew that our Lord would definitely look after His people!"
"Yes~Gundyal is dead..."
Abram subconsciously half-hooked her waist, fearing that she would fall while dancing, but the expression on his face was a little dazed, and there was excitement, joy, and a bit of disbelief in his eyes.
If it weren't for the warmth of his wife in his arms being so real, he would almost doubt whether he had just had a beautiful dream. If it weren't in a dream, how could such a thing as evil being punished happen to a noble lord like Gondeyal
Edge of the square.
After being shocked, the eyes of several escort cavalrymen who were mixed in with the civilians suddenly lit up.
"What courage! What courage!"
One of the cavalrymen couldn't help but slap his thigh. There was no embarrassment on his face for guessing wrong, only surprise and admiration.
Although the other cavalrymen didn't say anything, they couldn't help but nodded in agreement.