Not to mention, how did Slime Gurumi get along well with her new dragon partner, and come to the Holy City of Light from the perspective.

The distance is closer, and almost all of this building is white, the Silver Moon Capital does have a shocking sense of majesty!

Unfortunately, there is a big eggshell-like light curtain covering it, making the city look like a turtle in a jar, and its power is a little less powerful.

Wang Hui flew to the side of the light curtain and could clearly feel the powerful source energy contained in it.

As he reached closer, wisps of streaming light rose on the surface of the light curtain, as if he was warning the invader!

"Is this burning sensation different from the flame...a so-called light-type spell?"

Wang Hui ignored the warning of the tiny streamers and directly pressed his palm on the light curtain.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

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Bai Qi was everywhere, he felt it expressionlessly for a while, then stopped and looked.

The palms were slightly red, and the instantaneous contact was not as powerful as the [Frost Flame Arrow] of Belmoub's thrust into the attack, and at most it was about the same as the [Ice Breath] of the Deep Sea Dragon.

But the terrifying thing about this kind of light curtain is its sustainability. If it is attached to it for a long time, even Wang Hui's projected body will be injured!

"It is equivalent to the ninth-level spell released continuously for twenty-four hours. This pope is indeed stronger than Belmou and the dragon..."

Wang Hui made a rough judgment, and then it was time to decide on the way to enter.

Knocking friendly to express your visit? The other party probably won't let him in easily.

The easiest way is to use Wang Hui to reach out directly with his body and squeeze out this hindering light curtain eggshell!

If you don't want to get scalded, wear thick gloves to ensure that the eggs are not damaged.

But that was not in line with Wang Hui's low-key plan for this trip. After all, he didn't think about killing the pope with his own hands and taking away his own inherited holy relics.

The remaining wars are still left to the Kingdom of God to fight, and the fierce activities during this period can also bring a lot of qualitative benefits to Wang Hui.

"How can I get in without breaking this thing..."

He pinched his chin and thought for a moment, and suddenly he had an idea.

"Listen to the meaning of the Holy Light Dragon, the Pope relies heavily on the quarter of the inherited holy objects, which is its self-named [Sacred Touch]...

And I already have two parts of the inherited holy objects, the High Priest Sariman's [Heart of the Desert], and the Chief Wizard Belmou's [Desire of Magic].

Can we create a back door by inheriting the sacred relics?”

Thinking of this, Wang Hui closed his eyes halfway and called on the power of the holy object in his body, which was half of the [Eternal Eye].

Gululu—

The eggshell light curtain seems to have some sense, ripples like water!

Wang Hui opened his eyes, flapped his wings and rushed forward, and the light curtain opened the gap, and he flew in without any damage!

“It really works.”

When looking back, the gap in the light curtain closed and returned to its original state, as if he regarded Wang Hui as a friendly army with the same roots as him.

"No matter what names the four legends give to the inherited holy relics, they cannot change the four facts that belong to the [Eternal Eye]. It is just that the forms of the various parts express their power are different."

Wang Hui gathered his light wings and landed in the city.

In the distance in front of you, you can see the magnificent Silver Moon Holy See at a glance, but he did not fly there directly, but walked along the street to see the livelihood of this royal capital.

After all, it won’t take long, and this place will be included in the territory of the gods. It is reasonable to understand the living conditions of the people in advance.

The avenue paved with white bricks is wide and tidy, and the buildings and shops on both sides are square and bright, and the streets and alleys are not as regular as the world...

Both are capitals, and the style here is very different from the lively Storm Capital!

Wang Hui looked as he walked, and several visual spells were concentrated in his eyes, allowing his eyes to see inside through the wall.

“The streets are empty, are the people hiding at home?”

In Wang Hui's sight, the Yinyue people all had pale faces, thin skin, sunken eye sockets, and obviously had long-term malnutrition.

To put it bluntly, even the beggars in the Storm Capital would not be so hungry!

When the Kingdom of God took over the authority of the Kingdom of Storm, it directly solved the problem of uneven food supply, and even beggars could get sufficient rations by helping with work.

Let’s look at the people in the Silver Moon Kingdom?

"The seemingly glorious Holy City of Light cannot guarantee the most basic survival needs of civilians, which is ridiculous..."

Wang Hui was walking, a small black bread rolled to his feet, and then a four- or five-year-old boy ran out and wanted to pick up the bread, but he didn't dare to get close to this side.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry adults! The child didn't mean to dirty the streets, I'll clean it up right away!"

Then, a young couple quickly chased out of the house, knelt on the ground in panic, and used their sleeves to wipe the floor tiles that had been stuck with black bread slags.

The little boy also realized that he had made a mistake, and knelt down like his parents, grabbed the black bread with one hand and hugged it in his arms with the other hand, and tried hard to wipe the stain with his cuffs.

After a while, the floor tiles became white again, and the family of three, whose sleeves became dirty, knelt neatly.

The Holy See's adults did not speak, and they did not dare to go home rashly.

Wang Hui witnessed the whole process silently and felt that this scene was extremely ironic!

"Is this the life you want?"

"certainly!"

The pale young man immediately replied loudly: "The Pope's crown represents the God of Light, which has given us the best life and saved us from suffering like other kingdoms!

The Silver Moon Kingdom is a blessed land protected by the God of Light, and life here is what everyone dreams of!”

The wife next to her also kept nodding and echoing, praising the great deeds of the Pope and King Silver Moon.

Wang Hui shook his head disappointed and walked without saying a word.

The people here have been brainwashed by the Holy See for too long and have lost their normal personality.

Even if you are adopted as a people by the Kingdom of God, it will probably take many years to correct your distorted thinking...

"No...I don't want it!"

At this moment, a tender voice came, Wang Hui stopped and turned to look at the little boy holding the black bread in his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

The young couple was shocked and nervously protected their son and explained tremblingly: "Sir! The child is too young, he is talking nonsense. Don't get angry! We are willing to accept punishment..."

Wang Hui looked at the two of them protecting their son and their frightened faces, but instead smiled.

"Your expressions now look more like human beings than when you sang praises just now."

As he said that, Wang Hui turned his eyes to the little boy and asked with interest: "Tell me, why don't you want this kind of life?"

The little boy looked down at the black bread, his parents and his dirty sleeves, and then looked at the flawless street tiles.
Chapter completed!