Chapter 670 The Rhythm of Supporting the Game to the End!

Just when Witega climbed onto the high platform with great success, and countless believers cast their eyes with burning adoration, on the third-story roof a hundred meters away from the left side of the church, the small attic door was pushed open from the inside. .

Squeak... Several knights wearing the standard armor of the Temple of Light came out. The leader was a young man with an ordinary face, narrow eyes and slightly narrowed eyes. His demeanor was relaxed, as if he was attending a small gathering among friends.

He glanced left and right, smiled and extended his hand to say hello: "Hi, how about lunch, kids."

In addition to the few knights of light who suddenly arrived, there were other people on the roof, namely a few children of about seven or eight years old who were lying on the eaves fence and looking down.

Naturally, no one wants to miss hearing the gospel of the gods, but in such a crowded situation, adults certainly dare not take their children out. After all, if they get separated, the probability of finding them is very small, so most people choose to lock their children at home. But children are naturally active, and they were extremely curious when looking at the lively scenes outside, so the scene in front of them happened.

After the children heard the sound of the door opening behind them, they probably thought their parents were here. Their little faces turned around were a little frightened, and they stood numbly, not responding to the young man's greeting.

Touching his nose, the young man shook his head and smacked his lips: "Tsk, tsk, what's wrong with kids these days? They're not polite at all."

"Ahem, Don... Well, sir." A middle-aged man behind him coughed twice and said expressionlessly, "It seems that we are not here to discuss children's politeness."

"Ha, Lao Lei, relax a little." The young man shrugged. The corners of his mouth raised slightly. "Remember what I said before? Be more patient. You can taste the greater pleasure of success."

Speaking of which, there is no need to guess, these people are naturally Tang En and others who stayed here for three days.

Although he said to be patient, the roof was only so big. Tang En did not continue to tease Raymond. He walked a few steps quickly and came to the eaves opposite the church. He looked at the dense and crowded crowd below and the statue of the God of Brightness. A lower platform. He couldn't help but narrowed his eyes: "Hey, the formation is quite big! There must be tens of thousands of people? It really makes people want to throw an explosive crystal down..."

"Huh?" Raymond, who had just walked to the eaves, suddenly widened his eyes when he heard this, staring at Tang En's hands. Don't blame him for being so cautious, he really lacks confidence in this guy who often does things unexpectedly.

"Uh, what's your expression... you're just talking, humor, do you understand humor?"

With a slight snort, Raymond didn't care to talk nonsense with Tang En at this time. He shifted his gaze and stared hard at Witega in the distance who was about to reach the top. He seemed to have remembered something, and his face gradually became distorted and ferocious.

Tang En glanced. After thinking about it, he said: "My plan is to let Witega suffer the consequences and die in the hands of his own people in the Temple of Light. But if you want to take revenge personally, I can also think of some ways..."

"No need!" Taking a deep breath, Raymond slowly looked away and lowered his eyes slightly. "According to doctrine, clergy who make mistakes should be tried by the tribunal. Other institutions have no right to interfere... Let him accept the trial. This time he There’s no escape.”

After patting Raymond on the shoulder, Tang En nodded slightly and said nothing. Although he was not interested in Raymond's Puritan rules, everyone had something they insisted on, and he would not interfere in this regard.

Turning sideways, Tang En waved his hand to the member of Gray Space who was holding the props: "First of all, the big show has to be staged... I am!" After a pause of words, Tang En seemed to catch a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, and Tang En's expression suddenly changed. , instantly pulling Raymond down onto the roof.

"Well..." Raymond, who was caught off guard, fell to the ground and couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. Then he ignored the pain and looked up at Tang, who seemed to have always been calm and calm, but now had an undisguised look of shock. Well, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Wiping his forehead in vain, Tang En looked extremely strange. He was stunned for a moment, and then he shook his head speechlessly: "Nothing, I saw an acquaintance... Well, according to the saying in my hometown, this is called enemies on a narrow road!"

Raymond was stunned for a moment, then said nervously: "Won't this affect this plan?"

"Of course not! Well, but I have to make some changes..." Tang En touched his chin and was about to fall into deep thought, but his eyes suddenly lit up after scanning the child not far away, and the corners of his mouth gradually rose, smiling. He waved, like the big bad wolf who kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood, "Kids, come here quickly, my brother will give you a very interesting toy..."

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At noon, the sky is clear and the clouds are drifting.

On a high platform several feet high, even though the biting cold wind kept blowing over him, looking at the ant-like living beings below and feeling the almost substantive admiration and respect, Wittega's heart was filled with heat and he couldn't help but be filled with ambition!

Finally got to this point, finally, succeeded!

The old man's body was trembling slightly. This was not nervousness, but excitement! Strong excitement! Even if he has seen a big scene like him, he can't help but feel half-body numb and his feet fluttering as if he were standing in the clouds.

Taking a deep breath, barely suppressing the joy in his heart, Witega slowly bowed down, and his slightly protracted voice seemed extremely solemn and solemn at this time: "Dear devout believers, I am Witega, and I would like to express my greetings to you all. Greetings from God the Father of Light.”

Wow... Thunderous cheers rang out, and waves of sound continued to roll upwards, like strong winds that caused Wittegar's robe to flutter.

Believers certainly have reason to be excited. You must know that Witega is now the spokesperson of the God of Light walking in the world, and the blessings from his mouth are the real blessings of God!

After enjoying the cheers for about ten seconds, Witega pressed his palms. Then in just a short moment, the sound waves receded from near to far, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seeing this, Witega couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. He really enjoyed this feeling of complete control of turning his hands into clouds and rain. This feeling really fascinated him.

Fortunately, Witega still knew what to do next. After stabilizing his mind, he was about to declare the gospel of God to his believers.

In fact, of course the gods had not conveyed any gospel to him, but so what? He is now the spokesperson of God, so naturally whatever he says is the gospel. As for whether this will offend the gods...

To be honest, Witega really doesn't care. He admits that he is not a pure believer, and he does a lot of evil things. But even so, the gods still cast an idol on him. What does this mean? This shows that the gods do not care about the evil deeds he has done before. In this case, naturally I don't care about the 'little white lie' this time.

Besides, miracles usually only happen once every hundred or even hundreds of years, and Witega thought he wouldn't live that long. So, I won’t care about the flood after I die... This is what Witega is thinking now.

"Ahem..." After clearing his throat, Witega put on a majestic look and was about to raise his hand to speak the gospel of the gods that he had already compiled. But at this moment, suddenly,

Wow...another uproar suddenly sounded from below, because there were too many and too many noises, and in the end it became a low buzzing sound, a cacophony of noise.

Witega's face suddenly darkened when he saw this, and he became a little unhappy. I am just about to declare the gospel of God. What is your attitude? Just as he was about to speak out, the densely packed figures in his sight were like waves, rising and falling, spreading into the distance until the end of his sight. The scene was spectacular for a moment!

Everyone actually knelt down and worshiped at the same time... What was going on?

Witega was stunned. He didn't think that he now had such energy that he could easily make tens of thousands of people kneel down. And why is this scene so familiar...

Subconsciously raising his head, Witega's expression suddenly became dull, and he slowly opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded!

In mid-air, a huge and majestic figure slowly emerged from the void, holding a torch and half-covered in sackcloth... The shocking scene above the small town was staged again!

His legs weakened, and Witega was the closest. Looking at the huge statue that seemed to be within reach, he couldn't help but kneel down and worship. My mind is full of confusing thoughts...fuck! Father God, you are too generous. This is the rhythm that you vow to support me to the end...

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