Earlier, when Gallo was still changing clothes, the cultists in the farm were gathering together and discussing something.
"Why hasn't the chief priest come back yet? Could something have happened?"
"Isn't it possible? The chief priest is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles... Ordinary clergymen are definitely no match for him."
"But we'd better prepare for the worst, right?"
"Yes, we have already lost a divine envoy. If we lose the chief priest again, our strength will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect the subsequent layout. I suggest that we give up here and hibernate for a while until the next divine envoy appears.
, make another plot!"
"But will this affect Lord Moros's plan?"
"No, as long as we are alive, the plan will not be affected much."
"So, has the candidate for the next divine envoy been selected?"
"certainly!"
A cultist replied, taking a step aside to reveal the three young men behind him.
Each of them looks like a ruthless character with a strong body, fierce eyes, and a sinister face. They are obviously not good at all.
"Very good! Their qualifications are great! They will definitely be more powerful than the previous envoys!"
"I hope they can get my Lord's favor as soon as possible, so that they can get revenge as soon as possible!"
"I really hope Lord Moros can send down the gift earlier so that we can better spread His glory..."
The cultists became more and more excited as they talked, as if a beautiful tomorrow was right in front of them. They all knelt down and chanted the name of the Moros Tree in their mouths, praying for his blessings.
But at this moment, someone suddenly heard a series of strange whistling sounds in the sky. He quickly looked up and saw a shining ball of light whizzing towards here.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone shouted quickly.
These cultists looked well-trained and did not panic at all. Immediately, several of them pulled out daggers with patterns on them and cut their wrists.
The blood flowing out from their wrists fell to the ground, and it quickly gathered together as if it were alive, rushing along the grooves on the ground, quickly drawing a blood-red pattern under everyone's feet.
As the pattern took shape, a dark green barrier appeared above everyone's heads, blocking the path of the light ball.
Seeing the barrier taking shape, the cultists below felt extremely relieved, and even commented with interest:
"Hmph~ Is this some kind of long-distance spell? How dare those hidden mages come to interfere with our affairs?"
"Haha, magic is useless in the face of divine magic. These stupid mages will never remember this lesson."
"Wait until the attack is over, and immediately send people out to hunt down the mage. If you dare to disturb our ceremony, you must pay for it with blood!"
Just as they were talking, the ball of light had already flown above their heads and was about to collide with the barrier.
Because they were close enough, the cultists finally saw clearly what the ball of light was.
It was actually a person, a person whose whole body was wrapped in milky white flames!
And the milky white flame was all too familiar to them. It was the holy flame that they feared and loathed the most. Just smelling the stinking holy breath above made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.
This situation was a little different from what they expected. Some cultists were already fighting with each other and wanted to leave first.
Suddenly someone stood up to calm people's hearts and said loudly:
"Don't panic, this barrier is a magic technique given by Lord Moros personally. It is enough to withstand all attacks! A mere magical spell is just a piece of cake in the face 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 mighty power that could withstand all attacks was completely purified in the blink of an eye.
The figure wrapped in the holy flame was no longer hindered, and it hit the crowd heavily, setting off a wave of air mixed with the holy flame, and blew away several cultists who were closer.
And the few cultists who were blown away by the air waves also ignited with white flames, like oil drums that encountered flames, and instantly turned into human-shaped torches.
But before they had time to howl and scream, their bodies quickly melted away in the holy flames, leaving not even a trace of dust behind.
So powerful! I have never seen such a violent holy flame. Is this really a holy flame? Or is it the anger of an angel?
Some cultists who had fought against the clergy but had not been affected suddenly had a terrible thought in their minds: Is this guy who fell from the sky an angel from some sect?
They quickly looked at the enemy who was covered in flames, trying to see his appearance clearly, but all they saw was a mysterious and strange mosquito coil mask.
The blazing holy flames on his body vaguely formed the shape of a long sword, making him look like a swordsman.
The head is the tip of the sword, which looks a bit high; the body is the sword body, which looks straight and slender; and the waist and hips are the sword grid.
As for the hilt...
Some timid cultists immediately took two steps back.
But some of the more ignorant and brave cultists suddenly shouted:
"Don't be afraid, everyone! He is only one person!"
"Don't be timid, everyone, come together!"
Gallo, who was heavily surrounded by the cult, did not rush to take action. Instead, he looked around first, roughly confirmed his position, and found that the landing point was quite accurate, and then nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he slowly raised his left hand and whispered:
"Let the holy flame purify everything!"
The next second, he clenched his left hand into a fist.
The holy flame wrapped around him suddenly turned into a circular shock wave, with him as the center and spreading out in all directions.
This shock wave composed of flames was extremely fast, and it swept through the entire farm in almost the blink of an eye.
The originally dark sky suddenly lit up, but then returned to darkness immediately.
The flames on Gallo's body disappeared, revealing the red cloud and black robe.
The farm around him also disappeared, and the cultists inside also disappeared, as if they had been erased by an eraser. It was as if the farm had never existed, and only some shiny tiny dust could be seen everywhere.
Floating.
They were all turned into dust by the holy flame in one second.
This is the quasi-eighth-level magic, the power of the Holy Sword of Divine Punishment.
"Ants deserve to return to dust..."
"If you hadn't bullied others too much, I wouldn't have wanted to do this..."
"I really don't like using this trick..."
Gallo sighed in a low voice.
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Thank you **Death Emperor for your generous reward~~