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After leaving the garden villa, Wu Hui took a tour around the kingdom of God as usual.
During this period of time, one third of the ruins in the Kingdom of God have been cleared, and the progress is gratifying.
In Kanda, the newly grown wheat seedlings are very healthy and growing well. From a distance, you can see the vigorous vitality emanating from the wheat fields.
In the Divine Weapon Hall, Jerome and his two assistants became more and more skilled, and the speed of making spear tips was much faster than before. It was estimated that after this batch of spear tips were delivered, all the standard spears of the Knights Templar and the Holy Maiden Guards would be replaced with this kind of spear tips.
After inspecting various places, Wu Hui was about to go back, but Saint Luke, who was counting the inventory in the temporary warehouse next to the Divine Weapon Hall, suddenly ran over.
"My Lord, we don't have many iron ingots in stock. We can only cast 20 more gun heads before they are all used up." Saint Luke had a worried look on his face.
"Got it, I'll take care of this."
Wu Hui nodded. Although he said it simply, he felt a headache secretly.
The world's iron ore production is already very low, and productivity is also very low. In addition, the underworld is now in a situation where war may break out at any time, and pig iron materials have been strictly controlled.
In order to provide the Kingdom of God with pig iron to make weapons and equipment, the Holy Lady of Light tried every possible means. The believers even donated iron pots and some farm tools, and usually several families shared one pot.
But even so, it cannot meet the consumption of the Divine Weapon Hall in the Divine Kingdom.
And without the support of mortal pig iron, the metal ingots smelted from the garbage dumps in the kingdom of God would not be enough to arm two hundred soldiers.
If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.
The number of the two knights of the Holy See was already small. If their equipment was not as good, how could they fight against Viscount Connor's army of thousands of people? Once the war started, the casualty rate would definitely be terrifyingly high.
Although Wu Hui really needs the gods and people to rebuild his kingdom of God, he does not want those devout believers to sacrifice in vain.
Headache.
The endgame left by the old God of Light was too difficult, it was simply a trap for him.
Back in the villa, Wu Hui lay on the bed, looking at the rippling waves in the pond outside the window, rubbing his temples and falling into deep thought.
Suddenly.
A channel of faith connected to his consciousness trembled violently, and the will to pray to the gods continued to come: "Great Lord, I humble myself pray that you will come and save your believers."
"Well?"
Is this a believer asking for help? And judging by the solidity of the faith channel, he is a fanatic.
Because the Holy Lady of Light presided over everything in the mortal world, few believers would directly ask Wu Hui for help. The prayers of ordinary shallow believers, devout believers, and even true believers basically did not arouse Wu Hui's response, unless they learned from Catherine and prayed for help with the holy artifact in desperate situations.
Of course, Wu Hui will definitely have a strong reaction to the fanatic's prayers.
After all, every fanatical believer is Wu Hui’s most precious treasure, and he would feel sad if he lost any one of them.
Following that channel of faith, Wu Hui discovered that the person seeking help was actually the fanatic Harry, a pastor he personally ordained.