Earlier, while Gallo was still changing his clothes, the cultists in the farm were gathering to discuss something.

"Why hasn't the priest returned? Could it be that something is wrong? ”

"Probably not, right? The Priest is a battle-hardened warrior... Ordinary clergy are certainly not his opponents"

"But we'd better prepare for the worst, right?"

"Yes, we have already lost an oracle, if we lose the chief priest again, the strength will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect the layout in the future, I suggest that we give up here, hibernate for a while, and wait until the next oracle appears, and then make a plan!"

"But will this affect Lord Moros's plans?"

"No, as long as we're alive, the plan won't be affected too much."

"So, have you chosen the next oracle?"

"Of course!"

One of the cultists replied, stepping aside, revealing the three young men behind him.

Each of them looks like a ruthless character with strong bodies, fierce eyes, and a full face, and they are obviously not good at stubble.

"Excellent! Their qualifications are great! Surely you will be even stronger than the previous oracle! ”

"I hope they can get the favor of my lord as soon as possible, so that they can take revenge as soon as possible!"

"I wish Lord Moros would have sent down the gift sooner so that we could better spread His glory..."

The more the cultists talked, the more excited they became, as if a better tomorrow was just around the corner, and they knelt down one after another, chanting the name of the Tree of Moros and asking for his blessings.

But at this time, someone suddenly heard a series of strange whistling sounds in the sky, and hurriedly looked up to see that a shining ball of light was whistling towards here.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone hurriedly shouted.

These cultists looked well-trained and did not panic at all, and immediately a few of them drew out the daggers with the carved patterns and cut them on their wrists.

The blood that flowed from their wrists fell to the ground, and as if it were alive, it quickly gathered together, rushing along the grooves on the ground, and quickly drew a blood-red pattern under the feet of everyone.

As the pattern took shape, a dark green barrier appeared above everyone's heads, blocking the path of the ball of light.

Seeing the barrier formed, the cultists below felt extremely relieved, and even commented with great interest:

"Hmph~ This is some kind of long-range spell, right? Those mages who hide their heads and tails dare to interfere with our affairs? ”

"Hehe, spells are useless in the face of divine magic, and these stupid mages will never remember this lesson."

"When the attack is over, immediately send someone out to hunt down that mage, if you dare to disturb our ritual, you must pay it with blood!"

As they spoke, the orb of light flew above them, about to collide with the barrier.

Because it was close enough, the cultists finally saw what the ball of light was.

It was a person, a man surrounded by milky white flames!

And the milky white flame was all too familiar to them, it was the holy flame they feared and hated the most, and just smelling the foul smell of holiness on it made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

This situation is somewhat different from what they expected, and some cultists are already in a war of war, and they almost want to go first.

Suddenly, someone stood up to stabilize people's hearts and said loudly:

"Don't panic, this barrier is a technique given by Lord Moros himself, and it is enough to resist all attacks! Mere magic is just a chicken tile in front of Lord Moros's might..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the ball of light collided with the barrier.

In the next second, the deep green on the barrier instantly turned into pure white, and disappeared in an instant.

The so-called great power that is enough to resist all attacks has been purified in the blink of an eye.

The figure wrapped in the Holy Flame was no longer hindered, and smashed heavily in the middle of the crowd, setting off a wave of aura mixed with the Holy Flame, blowing away several cultists who were close to each other.

And the few cultists who were blown away by the air wave also ignited white flames on their bodies, like oil drums that met the flames, and instantly turned into human-shaped torches.

But before they could wail and scream, their bodies quickly melted away in the flames, and finally there was not a trace of dust left.

What a power! I've never seen such a ferocious Holy Flame, is this really a Holy Flame? Or the wrath of angels?

Some cultists who had fought with the clergy but were not affected suddenly had a terrible thought in their hearts: Is this guy who fell from the sky an angel of some sect?

They hurriedly looked at the enemy, who was wrapped in flames, trying to see his appearance, but all they saw was a mysterious and strange mosquito coil mask.

And the blazing flame on his body vaguely formed the shape of a long sword, making him look very much like a sword man.

The head is the tip of a sword, which looks a little topped; The body is a sword body, which looks straight and slender; And the waist and crotch are sword grids.

As for the hilt of the sword ...

Some of the timid cultists suddenly took two steps back.

But there were also some more ignorant and brave cultists who suddenly shouted:

"Don't be afraid, everyone! He's only one man! ”

"Don't be cowardly, let's go together!"

And Gallo, who was heavily surrounded by the cult, did not rush to make a move, but first looked around, roughly 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 in his mouth:

"Let the Holy Flame purify everything!"

In the next second, his left hand was clenched into a fist.

The holy flame wrapped around him suddenly turned into a circular shockwave, centered on him, spreading out like all around.

This shockwave of flames was extremely fast, and almost in the blink of an eye, it swept through the entire farm.

And the originally dark sky also lit up in an instant, but immediately returned to darkness.

The flames on Gallo's body vanished, revealing the red cloud and black robe.

The farmstead around him was gone, and the cultists inside were gone, as if they had been erased by an eraser, as if the farmstead had never existed, and only shiny dust could be seen drifting around.

All of them were turned to dust by the Holy Flame in a second.

This is the quasi-eighth-order divine art, the power of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Sword.

"Ants deserve to be dust..."

"If it weren't for the fact that you deceived people too much, I wouldn't want to do this..."

"I really don't like to use this trick..."

Gallo sighed in a low voice.

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Thank you for the generous reward of the Emperor of Death~~