The power of faith is similar to universal energy, which can be transformed and constructed into specific postures and shapes corresponding to the godhead.

Wang He has actually used it in unknowable fields.

Wang He can instantly extract the power of faith from the godhead through the guidance of his consciousness and complete the reconstruction.

This means that even if he is not proficient in bows and arrows, he can still create skills similar to magical arrow rain.

Creation and imagination are the ever-changing core of the power of faith.

Wang He can even construct his countless attack skills in many game worlds.

Regrettably, just like pouring clean water into a bucket coated with red dye, the water taken out will also be dyed red. The attributes of the power of faith drawn from the Godhead are the same as the power of law that the Godhead performs.

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Wang He cannot create flames or rivers at will like in the mysterious realm. He can only mobilize the same attribute energy as the Book of Atonement.

At the same time, the power of faith that can be extracted and invoked in the godhead is limited.

The energy arrow that Wang He had just unleashed with all his strength consumed nearly 200 of his faith power.

This is the limit of what he can mobilize currently.

As for how to increase the maximum output value of the power of faith, Wang He didn't know yet and could only guess that it had something to do with the priesthood.

Jotting down the data roughly, Wang He did not hear the system prompts for the deaths of several players.

He knocked down Mielikki's followers without taking any Faith penalty.

I'm afraid that the actions of these "killer players" have already been known to the gods.

Wang He was not wrong.

The white light after the death of the leading player was instantly sucked away by the red vortex that suddenly appeared, and he fell into the abyss.

Wang He had seen this scene before. He was the guy who bet his soul with him.

Finally, you can't help but jump out of loneliness?

Or do you have other plans?

While he was thinking, Sierra suddenly said: "The way you killed the little bitch is quite interesting!"

"Not like a believer in a good god."

After several players turned into white light and were eliminated, Serra, the barbarian, put away his murderous intent and turned his head to praise Wang He.

Killing seemed to her worthy of praise.

Wang He looked into her eyes and emphasized: "I just inflicted a small punishment. There is no real death for 'outsiders' in this world."

Players and NPCs are different entities, and Sera, a former high-level executive, should not know this information.

After listening to Wang He's words, Sera showed an indifferent and cruel attitude: "When the enemy is trampled down by me, spurts out blood, and completely disappears from my eyes, it means their death."

"Even if you come back a few times, trash is still trash! You have to remember that there is no difference between trash and dead people."

"I hope you're not a loser."

She looked at Wang He provocatively.

Barron's transformed White Eagle Eye suddenly exuded murderous intent.

To insult Wang He is to slander his faith.

It is Wang He's only believer at the moment.

In a state of extraordinary perception, Wang He quickly sensed something strange about Barron.

He patted Barron gently to signal it not to be excited, then turned his head and said in a deep voice:

"Sela, don't be too proud."

"Our common enemy is the god of destruction. In front of it, who can survive to the end, you or those outsiders? Please tell me."

Wang He's words made Sera choke for a long time and she couldn't hold back a single word.

What about legends?

In front of gods, they are not even as good as players who can be resurrected infinitely.

When Wang He saw that she was silent, he continued: "In my eyes, they are excellent chess pieces that can fight against gods in the future."

"But if you need to use them, you must first understand them."

"Stop your unnecessary dignity, what we need are practical results."

"If you want to experience firsthand the role of outsiders, just follow me."

Wang He smiled mysteriously, and then he directly used the racial skill, Divine Wings, in front of Sera.

Infused with the power of faith, two huge wings of light grew on both sides of Wang He's back.

Very similar to Barron in the form of a bone dragon, the light wings are pure white and untainted, exuding a moving light.

Coupled with Wang He's strange white hair, Sera, a warrior crawling around in the field of life and death, was a little dazzled.

His rules for mobilizing divine power are the same as the previous broken book, which has an innate ability to attract and restrain evil.

Sierra put away her contempt.

She had seen Wang He's changes during the war between the gods.

Wings constructed using divine power are the symbol of the divine descendants.

Unlike those descendants of gods who died under her hands who were not too powerful, Wang He did not chant the name of the gods or chant complicated prayers.

He was as relaxed as if he wanted to eat and drink, simply mobilizing a lot of divine power.

Not far away, Barron seemed to have noticed something, and quickly left Wang He, fluttering his wings and flying into the sky first.

And Wang He followed closely behind.

I saw him flapping his wings, and with him as the center of the circle, a large amount of dust was pushed outwards and suddenly spread out.

Wang He used this power to instantly fly into the sky.

It is different from flying relying on the support of bone dragon.

At this moment, Wang He was suspended high in the sky, and there was no place under him to stand.

The huge light wings are like living creatures. As long as they still have the idea of ​​flying, the light wings will autonomously adjust their balance and flapping amplitude.

A certain pure idea is faintly revealed in the brilliance of the power of faith.

In a daze, Wang He felt as if there were countless believers kneeling in front of him, praying together, and wishing him the best:

"Fly!"

So, he really started to fly.

The magic of the power of faith surprised him a little.

Whether it's accelerating, turning, or decelerating, he can do it all with just one thought.

He couldn't help but sigh, the difference between divine power and mortal power was so huge!

However, he still could not understand what the principle was.

He stood in the air, looking down at this seemingly small city.

The originally huge egg-shaped visitor headquarters building is now only the size of a fist.

And those one hundred and eight huge stone pillars faintly formed an exquisite pattern.

Wang He was thoughtful, and he quickly recorded and took screenshots.

The stone pillars are the most complete remains of the Arena of Gods from ancient times to the present day.

They must have some special meaning.

After all preparations were completed, Wang He once again used the power of faith to construct a floating ball of light in his hand the size of a head.

I saw him raising his hand and throwing the ball of light in the distance, in the direction of Melika Theological Seminary.

The moment the ball of light left his arm, he used his mind to impact it with the power of faith.

The light ball seemed to have been hit and was thrown out at an extremely fast speed!

Wang He flapped his light wings and followed it closely.

Far away on the ground, Sera saw the light.

She instantly understood what Wang He meant.

She sneered, her muscles and veins bulged, and she started running as fast as she could.

Although she can no longer draw on the power of the God of Storms, she has mastered the talent of thunder and lightning elements and has a strong body. She believes that she will not lose to anyone in her footsteps.

With the reverse thrust of the electric current, her speed far exceeds that of other legendary heroes.

However, the increasingly distant Wang He and the light ball like a guide light in the sky made her feel a little frustrated.

Savages and birdmen are incomparable.
To be continued...