In order to better control his subordinates, he had long endured the pain of cutting flesh and went to the church to offer a large amount of "hard-earned money".

Under the auspices of the church's middle-ranking priest, he forced all his subordinates to drink the blood wine in the golden cup of the sacrificial ceremony, and all believed in Tomda, the god of loyalty and courage.

In this way, if his subordinates dare to rebel against him, it is tantamount to violating the dogma of loyalty and blaspheming Tomda's faith, then it is not = automatic apostasy~~~

Any clergy of a theological religion and a member of the Inquisition, even a devout member of this god, who sees an apostate killed at will, is killed in vain, because they can be said to be cleaning the portal, and no one can say a word.

This is similar to the notorious villain in martial arts, it can be said that everyone in the martial arts shouts and fights.

Even some apostate in the middle and high-level professions who used to have unique skills.

When this kind of person is not profitable, other people's people will also consider the risk of disability faced by their own "justice", and they can regard such apostates and blasphemers as transparent people in society.

But this kind of person with a bad reputation, as long as he has some interests, others can call friends to "eliminate demons and defend the way" and "uphold justice".

It was precisely because of the merits of developing believers that Gregory was able to obtain his first-order priesthood and spell-casting ability, and his own fourth-order thief's strength made him like a fish in water in the street melee.

Although this identity only has the ability of the lowest-level first-order spellcaster, with his limited knowledge, he can only use a limited number of low-level tricks such as [Light Technique], [Healing Minor Injuries], and [Toxin Detection].

But being able to use the influence of the church to protect him is a talisman of his identity that survived years of land grabbing on the streets and streets.

If he really gave up supporting his subordinates at this time, he would definitely be sensed by the gods that his thoughts were clearly contrary to the doctrine, and he would be stripped of his status as a low-level priest who was not pious in the first place.

The Tomda Church, the god of loyalty and courage, has a large sphere of influence in this country.

Its main believers are concentrated in the city security corps, the city port guards, the soldiers of the kingdom, and even among the officers and a very small number of civilian officials, and even among the important ministers around the king of AIDS, but the church in the country is second only to the great three goddesses of destiny and has the second most influence in the country, and is absolutely valued by the king.

Even the kingdom's academy of scholars is run by this church to ensure that officials are baptized (xi) nao with sufficient loyalty.

After all~

Where is there more reassuring to the king than the Pastor Tomda, who believes in "foolish loyalty"~~~

The thought in Gregory's mind at this time was only a flash, in fact, he didn't even waste 2 seconds, he briefly glanced at Chen Xuyuan, and was about to make a gesture to let his subordinates rush up, take advantage of the chaos to stab each other a few times, and earn some face for his gang.

All of a sudden.

He felt something wasn't quite right under his feet.

Look down.

Hiss......!!!

I saw seven or eight transparent python-like monsters that were difficult to see with the naked eye, already wrapped around his and his men's ankles, and if it weren't for the bright light from various angles in the tavern, the light reflected in the air like a glass tube, and the ghost knew what crawled onto him. All the thieves felt like their legs were knotted, and they couldn't even take a step. And this feeling of being threatened by an unknown stick-like creature in the crotch can't help but make them chrysanthemum tight.

Transparent tentacles? Not black tentacles.

Could it be the stealth multi-headed basilisk summoned by the Otherworldly Oath, or the silent sixth-order spell [Ghost Touch]?

What level of high-level spellcaster is this, is Lao Tzu so unlucky! I happened to meet a big man with a hidden identity who came to the black market to do business?!!

A series of speculations jumped out of the gangster's mind like lightning, and the more people on the low-level violent food chain, the more they understood the horror of high-level spellcasters.

The smarter the person, the easier it is to rely on imagination to scare themselves.

The more he thought about it, the more nervous he became, for fear that a fireball would turn them all to the ground. The momentum of the street fighting and the breathing speed of the body, which were still aggressive just now, couldn't help but stagnate suddenly, like a leaky ball.

The sophisticated gangster leader's face was distorted, and a few words quickly burst out of his mouth in great panic: "Wait... Wait, sir, don't ...... Do it...... I'm uh......"

But he wasn't done yet.

Chen had already raised his hand to make a Star Wars world of the characteristic move - a long-range "Force" choking his neck, causing Gregory to shut up immediately, and then he was behind him, waving his arms in a rapid tossing motion.

The street gang had already seen a change in their eyes, and they were all flying upside down like clouds and clouds, and they all flew towards the half-open bar door, like a bowling pin that had been smashed into a grand slam.

Smack!!poof!!

At the door, a pair of non-mainstream men and women with hot rape and several nose and lip rings were rubbing their hips tightly against the "valley stream" - the two were squeezed in the corner of the wall like arhats, ready to come directly from the wet gap of the vacuum under the skirt, and the wild mandarin ducks who were prostituting themselves during the day, and others were startled by the loud sound of the wooden door colliding with the door frame.

The words of "male mandarin duck" suddenly softened.

The pill merchants and wild mandarin ducks around were startled by the several humanoid objects that suddenly flew out of the bar.

But soon.

After those people saw the faces of Gregory and his men, they all casually showed mockery, and some members of other gangs laughed loudly: "The three-legged old wild dog hunting, today was also turned into a mourning dog by the wild goose on the ground, hahahaha!"

Ignoring the severe pain in his body and the bloody forehead, Grigory quickly got up and gritted his teeth and looked around, roaring viciously like a defeated dog: "You know a fart. ! That's ...... Today is Lao Tzu's bad luck......"

Before he finished speaking, he keenly felt a cold gaze projected from behind him.

I couldn't help but look bitter.

In an instant, he realized that the gangster leader who was standing under the dangerous wall didn't have time to get the filth of unknown composition on his clothes, so he took his subordinates with different degrees of injury, and helped each other to crawl out of the [Tumbling Alley], for fear that the wizard behind him would really throw a [Flame Burst] over.

"You~ said it's late...... Ahh Lao Chen finished his words slowly.

He knew that in the slums and around the red light district, these hooligans would always be more active, so if they really encountered it, they could only directly use thunder tactics to deter the snakes, insects, rats and ants here, and also make a stepping stone for themselves to find the connector of the trend dealers.

Of course.

If it weren't for the fact that killing people might cause too much attention, these people obviously had malicious brains, he wouldn't be so soft-hearted, after all, this is not an Earth plane where self-defense and fear of being sentenced.

At the very least, he had to cut off a few of the fingers of these scoundrels with weapons, so that they could no longer do evil.

This is the same as a vicious beast that has eaten human flesh or a stray dog in the city that has bitten people, and must be killed as soon as possible.

Eating human flesh and drinking human blood is like tasting food, and it is also a matter of eating the marrow and knowing the taste, or taking it for granted.

Even if there are who think that these depraved teenagers still have the opportunity to abandon evil and turn to good, but when they are released before they abandon evil and turn to good, how many people will have to be harmed?

That's the difference between true compassion and false compassion.

False Virgins will certainly not bear this follow-up responsibility, they only need mercy and fame before men. For example, Master Chen has heard of certain donors on Earth who like to release poisonous snakes and scorpions.

Lao Chen has always felt that he is not responsible for doing things to the end, in fact, he can only be called a social giant baby with precocious physical characteristics, and he cannot be regarded as an adult citizen at all.

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