After listening to the old bishop's description, Gallo nodded and asked curiously:
"But isn't it a tree? Why is it the child of Eas again? Did He also give birth to a tree?"
"I remember that Eas is humanoid? Is this guy's father a tree?"
"Wow wow wow, this taste is too strong..."
The old bishop listened to Gallo's nonsense and said helplessly:
"The descendants and reproduction of gods are not what you imagine..."
"Don't use human thinking to speculate on them..."
Gallo nodded repeatedly and sighed:
"It seems that it uses mitosis, the same method as single-cell reproduction, right? Is this the power of the evil god?"
"Huh? Why do I know these two nouns that have no meaning at all?"
As he spoke, he asked again:
"Then what should we do next? Can you use this dagger to divine their lair?"
"Of course this won't work!"
The old bishop waved his hand and said with a serious expression:
"There is the mark of the Moros Tree on it. Divination will only point to it. It is also very dangerous and can easily attract its attention..."
"Then what should we do? We can't just let this matter go, right?"
"Of course it doesn't count. Isn't there another one?"
The old bishop smiled and took out the little purple flower.
Then, he put the divination posture on the table, crushed the small purple flower into crumbs, kept asking questions, and scattered the crumbs randomly on the map.
It was obviously thrown casually, but the debris drew a circle on the edge of the map, marking a location.
It was a farm outside the city.
A kind smile appeared on Gallo's face...
"Get rid of those bodies first."
The old bishop said quickly.
Gallo nodded and returned to the backyard.
Although the other party was a cultist, there was no way to go to the police for this matter, and he didn't even dare to make it public, so he could only quietly destroy the body and eliminate traces.
Fortunately, Gallo does not lack the means to destroy corpses and eliminate traces.
He first drove the little cat and Amiya back to the church, closed the backyard door, and took a few more handprints.
Then, he closed his eyes again and rubbed his face with his hands like a kitten washing its face.
Finally, he whispered the modified prayer:
"My pain is still greater than yours!"
His eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the three corpses.
Balls of milky white flames suddenly appeared on the three corpses, and gradually spread into blazing holy flames, which instantly burned the corpses until no residue was left.
This is the sixth level of punishment magic: Flame of Purification.
Because it is a bit troublesome to activate, and you have to close your eyes, it is difficult to use in actual combat, so Gallo doesn't like to use it very much.
However, when this sacred flame burns, it is smokeless, odorless and dust-free, green, healthy and environmentally friendly, so it is quite suitable to use it at this time.
After finishing, he pretended that nothing happened and started practicing today.
By the afternoon of that day, Gallo had closed the church early, carried a package on his back, got on a donkey cart, and wandered slowly out of the city.
Many people who live outside the city but work in the city will also leave the city to go home at this time. Gallo mingled among them and naturally left the city.
At almost dusk, he arrived at a secret grove outside the farm. After hiding the donkey cart, he climbed up a big tree and used the magic that could make his eyes light up like flashlights:
Insight.
This magical power not only provides lighting at night, but can also detect hidden evil.
In Gallo's field of vision, the farm was completely green, and the people who came to play there all had green heads, as if they wanted to forgive everything.
There are actually all cultists here! There are more than a hundred people!
"How filthy, how evil!"
Gallo couldn't help but curse.
It is not uncommon for entire villages to believe in cults like this. Not only is it easy to spread, but supervision is loose, the villagers can also cover up and supervise each other, so it is difficult to expose, and it is indeed very suitable for cults to take root.
It's just that Gallo didn't expect that what he originally thought he encountered this time was a relatively high-end cult, but in the end it turned out to be a gang of gangsters hiding in the countryside.
"It seems that they must have pleased Nashashashu in some way, and then they developed, right?"
He speculated secretly.
Gallo jumped down from the tree, stretched out his hands, made a picture frame shape, and framed the farm. He kept adjusting the distance until the farm was the right size. It looked like he wanted to take a photo.
generally.
But then he folded another tree branch, drew two straight lines horizontally and vertically on the ground, filled in a few numbers, wrote and calculated next to them for a long time, and then drew a parabola.
Finally, he drew two horizontal lines on the ground, stood there and looked at it for a long time, then nodded and muttered:
"It should be about the same..."
In the remaining time, he went to the woods to find some dry firewood, lit a fire, threw two potatoes in, then set up a simple tent, leaned against Amiya again, and waited patiently for the potatoes to be roasted.
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It wasn't until the sky was completely dark that Gallo stood up, put on the Skull Crusher's outfit, walked to the two horizontal lines drawn earlier, and began to form a complex set of hand seals in his hands, and spoke in his mouth.
Singing a prayer in a low voice:
"I am Sword Bones..."
"Steel is the body, flame is the blood, the heart is like glass, and I can conquer countless battlefields undefeated..."
As he chanted, a shining silver pattern began to appear under his feet, exuding a holy aura.
This is the highest level magic he currently masters, known as the '7.5 level' and 'quasi-eighth level'. It is recognized as the most difficult seventh level magic to master: the Holy Sword of Divine Punishment.
It took Gallo a whole week to learn it, which made him wonder if he had eaten too many potatoes and why his talent was getting worse with practice.
This magical spell is very complex, and the litany is very long. Even if Gallo has modified and optimized it, it is still difficult to read, and it cannot be cast quickly with the help of hand seals, and it must be read for a long time.
Therefore, Gallo doesn't like this magic very much. He hasn't used it since he learned it. He still prefers the kind that is simple, crude and effective in persuading people to do good.
After he finished chanting the prayer, the holy pattern under his feet was completely formed. It looked like a pair of angel wings, and Gallo was standing right in the middle of the wings. If you look down from a high position, it looks a bit like him.
It looks like it has a pair of wings.
Gallo did not rush to start, but waited patiently. When the light of the wing pattern became brighter and brighter, and it seemed as if it was about to burn, he muttered in a low voice:
"It said it's ready to go..."
The next second, his body turned into a cannonball and shot towards the farm.