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41. I don't want this either.
Earlier, when Gallo was still changing his clothes, the cults on the farm were getting together and talking about something.
"Why hasn't the chief priests come back yet? Is something wrong? "
"I don't think so? The chief priests are experienced warriors. The ordinary clergy is definitely no match for him. "
"but we'd better prepare for the worst."
"Yes, we have already lost an emissary. If we lose the chief priests again, our strength will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect the layout of the rest. I suggest we give up here and lie dormant for a period of time until the next oracle appears."
"but will this affect Lord Moros's plans?"
"No, as long as we are alive, the plan will not be greatly affected."
"so, have you chosen the next emissary?"
"of course!"
One cult replied, taking a step aside to reveal the three young people behind him.
Each of them looks like a strong, fierce-eyed,flesh-covered ruthless character, obviously not a good one.
"very well! Their qualifications are great! It must be more powerful than the previous dvine envoy! "
"I hope they can get the favor of our Lord as soon as possible, so that they can get revenge as soon as possible!"
"I wish Lord Moros could give us a gift earlier so that we could better spread his glory."
The more the cults said, the more excited they became, as if a better tomorrow was in front of them, and they knelt down one after another, saying the name of the Moros tree and praying for his gift.
But at this time, someone suddenly heard a series of strange whistling sounds in the sky, and hurriedly looked up and saw that a shining ball of light was roaring towards here.
"an enemy attack!"
Someone shouted hurriedly.
The cults looked well-trained and did not panic at all, and immediately several of them pulled out the dagger engraved with patterns and cut themselves on the wrist.
The blood from their wrists fell to the ground, as if alive, quickly gathered together, rushing along the grooves on the ground, quickly drawing a blood-red pattern at the feet of the crowd.
With the formation of the pattern, a dark green barrier appeared on the top of everyone's head, blocking the way to the photosphere.
Seeing the formation of the barrier, the following cults felt extremely at ease, and even commented with interest:
"well, this is some kind of long-range spell, isn't it? Those hidden wizards dare to interfere in our affairs? "
"Oh, magic is useless in front of divine technique, and these stupid wizards will never remember this lesson."
"when the attack is over, immediately send someone out to hunt down the mage, dare to disturb our ceremony, must be repaid with blood!"
As they spoke, the ball of light had reached their heads and was about to collide with the barrier.
Because it was close enough, the cults finally saw what the photosphere was.
It was a man, a man covered with milky fire!
And the milky flame was all the more familiar to them. it was the holy flame they feared and hated most, and it made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable just by smelling the stench of holiness above.
This situation is somewhat different from what they expected. Some cults are already feeling fear and almost want to go first.
Suddenly someone stood up and calmed the heart and said in a loud voice:
"Don't panic, this barrier is hand-given by Lord Moros, and it is enough to withstand all attacks! Divine technique, is nothing but chick in front of Lord Moros's power. "
Before he could finish his words, the ball of light collided with the barrier.
The next second, the deep green on the barrier turned into pure white and disappeared in an instant.
The so-called great power to withstand all attacks is cleansed in the blink of an eye.
The figure wrapped by the holy flame was no longer hindered and hit heavily in the crowd, setting off a wave of anger mixed with the sacred flame, blowing away several cults who were close .
And the cults who were blown away by the waves also lit a white flame on their bodies, just like an oil barrel with flames, which instantly turned into a human-shaped torch.
But before they could cry and scream, their bodies melted quickly in the holy flame, and at last not a trace of dust was left.
How powerful it is! I have never seen such a fierce flame. Is this really the flame? Or the anger of angels?
Some of the cults had a terrible idea in their minds: is this guy who came down from the sky an angel of some sect?
They hurriedly looked at the enemy covered in flames, trying to see his appearance, but all they saw was a mysterious and strange mosquito-repellent ring mask.
And the burning flame on his body faintly formed the shape of a long sword, which made him look like a swordsman.
The head is the tip of the sword, which looks like a little top; the body is the body of the sword, which looks straight and slender; and the waist and hip is the boring of the sword.
As for the hilt.
Some timid cults suddenly took two steps back.
But some of the more ignorant and braver cults immediately shouted:
"Don't be afraid! There's only one of him! "
"Don't be pussy, let's do it together!"
However, Gallo, who was heavily surrounded by cults, was not in a hurry to start, but first looked around, probably confirmed his location, and found that the landing point was quite accurate, so he nodded with satisfaction.
Then he slowly raised his left hand and whispered:
"Let the flame purify everything!"
The next second, he clenched his left hand into a fist.
The flame wrapped around him suddenly turned into a circular shock wave, centered around him and spread around him.
The shock wave made up of flames was so fast that it swept the whole farm almost in the blink of an eye.
The sky, which was originally dark, lit up in an instant, but immediately returned to darkness.
The flame on Gallo disappeared, revealing his red cloud and black robe.
And the farm around him disappeared, and so did all the cults inside, as if it had been wiped off by an eraser, as if the farm had never existed, and only some shiny little dust could be seen floating around.
They were all turned to dust by the sacred flame in a second.
This is the power of the holy sword of quasi-eighth-order divine technique, punishment.
"the ants deserve to return to dust."
"if you hadn't bullyed somebody too much, I wouldn't want to."
"I really don't like it."
Gallo sighed in a low voice.