Flames, flames, flames everywhere!

When the female priest carefully used the magic shield to protect Atdillen's statue, she turned around and observed the situation and was surprised to find that the church, which was originally shrouded in the formal magic shield, had been swallowed up by the fire.

It is obvious that it is very unusual to have such a terrible attack at the base of the most core religious power of the Fulaila plane. From the sudden arrival, instantly tearing the defense, unstoppable and unimaginable means, it is not difficult to see the terror of this attack - the disaster that is now spreading in various locations of the Broken Church is not broken rocks or sudden enemies, but many strange orange and yellow fireworks that jump between the walls and metal vessels.

These strange flames did not release the rolling smoke and dust or spread wildly. They just jumped on the floor like living creatures. As the rock floor with decorative patterns was quickly cracked and broken in high temperatures, the "naughty" fireworks began to spread and randomly found the believers of the Hurricane God Cult who were still in shock.

Then, a terrifying scene was staged in the once quiet and sacred church!

When they found those priest apprentices who were still stunned, the lively flames suddenly increased their jumping speed. They quickly rushed towards the bodies of several priests like cats that smelled fish. All apprentice-level defense magic and even formal-level blocking methods had no effect in front of the fire. A total of hundreds of palm-sized flames were unprecedented freedom in the smoke and dust. In less than a few seconds, these terrifying little devils from outside found their targets one by one in the church with the largest number of clergy.

Immediately afterwards... like a torch being put into fuel, like a strong liquor being poured into a brazier, the instant flames completely devoured the apprentice pastors who couldn't even fall to the ground and roll!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The poor believers who turned into a human-shaped torch in an instant were undoubtedly very miserable. Although the orange-yellow flame was so weird that it could ignore all the defense methods of all clergy, its temperature and lethality seemed to be too strong. Therefore, the male and female priests who were licked by the fire did not turn into ashes and died of death at the first time. On the contrary, they were still living in the pain of life worse than death.

The violent high temperature turned the believers' skin into coke, and evaporated blood flowed from the cracked eye sockets. The pastors and apprentices who rolled on the ground in pain prayed desperately while trying to use any method to extinguish the fire on their bodies, but their efforts were destined to be futile...

Compared to enduring such torture, perhaps those ordinary nuns who were killed by fragments were considered lucky.

"Ahhhh, it hurts so much, God, it hurts so much! Is this your punishment for coming?"

"No, save me, I don't want to die, the great God of Hurricanes come and save me..."

"Fire! All are fire! The flames will merge into the strong wind, and our souls will be one with the hurricane! Hahaha, the great gods are coming to take us away"!

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Many believers who were burned by fire scratched their skin with their charred fingers, and pieces of carbonized flesh were torn off, and the dark blood continued to burn on the ground like hot oil, while the crazy people rolling all over the ground were using their last bit of will to pray for the salvation of the gods.

In this endless burning pain, the only savior they can count on is At Dylan, the god of hurricane they believe in!

"What... what's going on? What's going on? Why... Who did such a blasphemy act? Who dared to attack the church of a true god with such terrifying means?"

His eyes widened and congested eyes stared at several apprentices who had turned into torches, jumping and rolling like live fish roasted by carbon. The devout female priest almost trembled and used her magic to summon water to try to extinguish the orange-yellow flames.

But unfortunately, her efforts were useless. Even though this formal priest had controlled the water element to cover half of the church hall, the jumping fire was still boiling in the water, and many believers on fire were still struggling and crying in pain...

It was not until a full ten seconds passed that the flesh was burned, the internal organs were penetrated, and the fire that burned the soul finally killed the tortured priests and apprentices who were determined to die.

But at this point... this incredible disaster is far from over.

The believers who had turned into charred corpses were still floating and rolling quietly among the summoned water elements. The next moment, their heads exploded like watermelons. The flowers were not stained with blood, and the clean flames jumped out of their charred bodies.

Immediately afterwards, these flames that swallowed the souls of the "host" were completely killed and the evil ghosts jumped toward the new target of attack, and the female priest who was controlling the water element to form a wall in vain was one of the second batch of selected targets!

"No... this is a sacred church... you can't treat a priest like this."

Looking at a "harmless" and even slightly cute little flame that easily penetrated the water element and jumped towards her, the female priest who blocked the statue of Atdillon could not help but open her eyes wide in fear. You know, she just saw with her own eyes how much pain her apprentices had experienced before they died miserably. Such a way of death was unacceptable to even the crazy believers.

"No... don't come... Great God of Hurricanes, your believers are calling your name of God. The sad blasphemer needs you to bring down God's punishment. Everything that dares to blaspheme the gods will be torn to pieces by the hurricane, and all those who have no faith will... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

laugh!

The female pastor recited the prayer loudly in despair, because at this moment she was looking forward to the appearance of the great god like never before. She also wanted to spread the faith of the true God. She did not want to turn into charcoal and died in pain. She knew that she could no longer defend the majesty of God, and knew that the spread of disaster was unstoppable. At this moment, praying to God has become all the efforts that a small formal priest can make!

But... it's a pity that the devout prayer did not receive a response from the so-called "true God".

In less than a second, the "naughty" flame with a sudden increase in speed slowly stained the believers of the God of Hurricane. Then, accompanied by the sound of matches, a "formal torch" was born under the layers of water elements...

Under the strange firelight, there was no difference between formal professions and apprentice professions. The female priest's body began to be burned into charcoal by the flames. The shrill screams quickly merged into the "new movement" of the church that was wailing everywhere.

It is obvious that the initiator of the disaster attacking the core church of Hurricane Gods really doesn't care about "the wrath of God" at all.
Chapter completed!