I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

The sudden fragmentation of this set of sacred objects caused everyone on the scene to fall into a sluggish state, without knowing what to do for a while.

But before everyone slowed down, the broken shields and broken blades had new changes.

These fragments were filled with wisps of materials that looked like light spots and smoke, light and fluttering, slowly condensing a phantom in the air.

The phantom looked barely personal, but it was tattered and very pale, and seemed to disappear at any time.

There is a faint wing-shaped outline behind the phantom, but it is already very light, even the outline is only faint, and you can't find it if you look closely.

But what is a little frightening is that this dilapidated phantom body exudes an invisible coercion?

It’s not the Cthulhu’s substantive coercion that makes people suffocate and tremble or even worship, but is relatively calm and gentle, just to the extent that people look up and admire, but it is more obvious than the coercion of the demigod. Much clearer.

However, the scope of this coercion is quite small, and only people in the church can feel it.

Under everyone's gaze, this phantom made a hug with spreading hands, floated towards Gallo, and then passed directly through him, looking like he gave him a hug.

Gallo's divine art was not activated because of this, and he himself did not evade, allowing the phantom to pass through him.

At the moment he touched the phantom, he felt a particularly complex emotion coming from the other party.

Rejoicing like a restless life...

There is a sorrow like all thoughts...

Relief like physical and mental relief...

Finally, there is some comfort like a long time no reunion...

To sum up, it is like a dying old man who feels like seeing a familiar old friend when he is dead.

After passing through Gallo, the phantom floated straight toward the mosaic goddess statue in the center of the church, and finally turned into wisps of light and dust in front of the statue, floating around and falling on everyone present.

Everyone was stunned, feeling that something had suddenly appeared in their minds, and they had learned a certain kind of knowledge...

It's a bit like the feeling of admiring miracles and learning knowledge from them.

A temple suddenly exclaimed:

"I... I seem to have learned a magical technique? This is actually a magical technique of war: Psionic Storm?"

"This magic can create a lightning storm in an area, destroying all enemies inside..."

"But this magical technique seems difficult to release..."

Another temple followed:

"I also learned a divine art of war, but it's called a mind burst. It sounds very powerful..."

"Ha! The divine art of war I learned is very powerful. It's called the Pillar of Healing. It can create a pillar for treating trauma out of thin air..."

"Huh? Why are the requirements of this magical technique so weird? It actually requires the physical quality of a seventh-order master warrior to perform it? Why does a healing magical technique require the strength of the sword saint?"

For a while, the churches forgot the bad news that their holy relics were destroyed, and they discussed them.

They all learned a divine art, and they are all powerful war divine art!

Moreover, it is the war magic that Gallo is quite familiar with. He remembers that they are in the underground library. It seems that they should be relatively common war magic in the past...

Although these divine arts are powerful, they are demanding of all kinds, and can even be said to be weird. These temples are just learning, and there is still a long distance between mastery and actual use.

And even if you master it, I'm afraid it can't be used. The magic of war has long been banned.

But this was so, and it was enough to excite them. The magic of war is not that easy to learn. It is not easy to learn just to learn, but they seem to have picked it up for nothing. How can they be unhappy?

"What about you? What have you learned?"

Gallo asked the old bishop and Misseran again.

"I learned some special plant cultivation methods..."

The old bishop said dubiously.

"I learned a divine art, the seventh-order confession divine art: atonement with death..."

Misseran also replied, with some surprises and regrets in her big eyes.

The surprise was naturally because he was just a bishop, but suddenly learned the seventh-order divine art that the cardinal can touch.

Regrettably, it was because she had seen the old bishop perform this magical technique. At first, the old bishop used this magical technique to make a group of cultists kneel and confess, and then headshot and die. The scene is very **** and curious...

She feels that this magical technique is not very suitable for her, if she can choose, she would like to learn the simple and rude style of the hammer of punishment.

Because Gallo likes that style...

Gallo likes the hammer of sanctions, I learned the hammer of sanctions, Gallo likes me...

Probably this is the idea, right?

Finally, the old bishop and Misseran looked at Gallo together again and asked:

"What about you? What have you learned?"

"Oh... the knowledge that feels useless has increased..."

Gallo sighed, then demonstrated what he had learned live.

He released the power of faith from his body, touched the shield fragment and the broken sword on the ground, lifted it into the air, and floated in front of him.

Then, he used the method he had just learned.

I saw those fragments melted suddenly? !

But instead of melting into water, it melted into a ball of light like liquid.

Gallo let the ball of light fuse together, forming a big ball of light, which looked like a shiny dough.

He then put his hands into the light dough and kneaded it.

The temples on the side also woke up from the joy of acquiring the magic arts, and watched him perform, without stepping forward to stop them.

Anyway, the holy thing has been shattered...

After some kneading, Gallo divided the light dough into two lumps and held them in his left and right hands.

Finally, the light ball in his hand gradually solidified and formed, and the light gradually dissipated, revealing the small shield and small sword lying quietly in his palm.

It seemed to be exactly the same as when the leader first gave it to him, and even the sacred breath on it was exactly the same.

Is it even stronger?

"It should be fixed, right?"

Gallo wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered to himself.

The few times he kneaded the dough just now consumed a lot of his physical strength and power of faith, making his brain a little dizzy, his stomach still hungry, and even a little unstable.

He has never been tired like this...

It is estimated that a full meal and a good night's sleep can be used to recover.

"Besides, I have added some new features, let me show you a brief demonstration..."

Gallo held back his exhaustion and continued.

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Thank you keyudou for your generous rewards!

and many more...

He was not rewarding me, but the little milk cat!

Meow meow meow? !