After listening to the old bishop's description, Gallo nodded, and asked with some curiosity:

"But isn't it a tree? Why is it the child of Eaz again? Did He bring forth a tree? ”

"I remember that Earas was in human form, huh? Could it be that the father of this thing is a tree? ”

"Wow wow, this taste is too strong..."

The old bishop listened to Gallo's nonsense, and said helplessly:

"The children and reproduction of the gods are not what you think..."

"Don't speculate about them with the human mind..."

Gallo nodded again and again, and sighed again:

"It seems that it uses the same method of mitosis and single-cell reproduction, right? Is this the power of the evil gods? ”

"Huh? Why do I know these two terms that I don't understand at all? ”

As he spoke, he asked again:

"So what's next? Can you use this dagger to deter their lair? ”

"Of course not!"

The old bishop waved his hand and said with a stern expression:

"It has the sigil of the Tree of Moros on it, and divination only points to it, and it is very dangerous, and it is easy to attract its attention..."

"So what to do? You can't forget it, can you? ”

"Of course it can't be counted, isn't there this?"

The old bishop smiled and took out the little purple flower.

Then, he set up a divination posture on the table, crushed the little purple flower into crumbs, and kept asking questions, scattering the crumbs on the map.

It was obviously scattered very randomly, 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...

"Let's get rid of those bodies first."

The old bishop hurriedly spoke.

Gallo nodded, and headed back in the backyard.

Although the other party is a cultist, there is no way to find the sheriff for this matter, and he doesn't even dare to make a noise, so he can only quietly destroy the corpse.

Fortunately, Gallo did not lack the means to destroy corpses.

He drove the kitten and Amiya back to the church, closed the backyard door, and pinched a few more handprints.

Then, he closed his eyes again, and rubbed his hands on his face like a kitten washing his face.

Finally, he whispered the revised prayer:

"My pain is still above you!"

His eyes snapped open to the three corpses.

Milky white flames suddenly rose from the three corpses, and gradually spread into a raging holy flame, burning the corpses to the point of slag in an instant.

This is the sixth-order punishment magic: the Flame of Sin-Purifying.

Because it's a bit troublesome to launch, and you have to close your eyes, it's hard to use it in actual combat, so Gallo doesn't like to use it very much.

However, this holy flame burns, smokeless, tasteless, dustless, green, healthy and environmentally friendly, and it is quite suitable for use at such a time.

After finishing his work, he acted as if nothing had happened and began today's cultivation.

By the afternoon of the same day, Gallo had closed the church early, carried a package on his back, got into a donkey cart, and swayed slowly out of the city.

Many people whose homes are outside the city, but who work in the city, will also go out of the city to go home at this time, and Gallo will mix in and go out of the city naturally.

Almost dusk, he arrived at a hidden grove outside the farmstead, and after hiding the donkey cart, he climbed up a large tree and performed the magic that would turn his eyes into flashlights: insight.

This magic is not only to illuminate at night, but also to discover the hidden evils.

In Gallo's field of vision, the whole farm was green, and the people who came to play in it were all green above their heads, as if they wanted to forgive everything.

It's full of cultists! There are more than 100 people!

"What filth, how wicked!"

Gallo couldn't help but curse.

This kind of thing of an entire village believing in a cult together is not uncommon in this world, and this is not only convenient for dissemination and lax supervision, but also allows the villagers to cover up and supervise each other, so it is very difficult to expose it, and it is indeed very suitable for the cult to take root.

It's just that Gallo didn't expect that he originally thought that he would encounter the kind of cult that was quite high-end this time, but in the end it was still a group of Xiaoxiao who hid in the countryside.

"Looks like they must have somehow pleased that tree, and that's how it developed, right?"

He speculated to himself.

Gallo jumped down from the tree, stretched out his hands, framed the farmstead in the shape of a picture frame, and kept adjusting the distance until the farm was the right size, as if he wanted to take a picture.

But then he broke another branch, took two straight lines on the ground, filled in a few numbers, wrote and calculated for a long time, and then took a parabola.

Finally, he drew two horizontal lines on the ground, and stood there for a long time, before he nodded and muttered:

"It should be about the same..."

The rest of the time he went to the woods to find some dry wood, lit a fire, threw two potatoes into it, set up a simple tent, and leaned on Amiya, waiting patiently for the potatoes to be baked.

It was not until it was completely dark that Gallo got up, changed into the skull-crusher's outfit, and walked to the two horizontal lines that had been drawn earlier, and began to form an intricate set of mudras in his hands, and whispered prayers in his mouth:

"I'm the sword bone..."

"Steel is the body, flame is blood, the heart is like glass, and it is undefeated on countless battlefields..."

As he chanted, a silver glittering and holy image began to emerge from his feet.

This is the highest level divine art he has mastered so far, known as the '7.5th Order' and 'Quasi-Eighth Order', and it is recognized as the most difficult seventh-order divine technique to master: the Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword.

It took Gallo a whole week to learn, which made him wonder if he had eaten too many potatoes, why did his talent get worse and worse the more he practiced?

This magic is very complicated, and even the prayers are very long, even if Gallo himself modifies and optimizes them, it is still difficult to read, and he cannot rely on the assistance of the mudra to perform it quickly, and he must read the strip for a long time.

Therefore, Gallo doesn't like this magic very much, and he hasn't used it since he learned it, he still prefers the kind of simple, crude and effective way to persuade people to do good.

When he had finished chanting the prayer, the holy pattern under his feet was fully formed, which looked like a pair of angelic wings, and Gallo stood right in the middle of the wings, and if he looked down condescendingly, it looked a little like he had a pair of wings.

Gallo did not rush to start, but waited patiently until the light of the wing pattern grew brighter and brighter, and it seemed as if it was about to burn, and then he muttered in a low voice:

"It said, it's okay..."

In the next second, his figure turned into a cannonball, and it shot towards the farm.