I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

After hearing the description of the old bishop, Gallo nodded, and then asked curiously:

"But isn't it a tree? Why is it a child of Eas again? Did he give birth to a tree?"

"I remember Eas is a human figure? Is this guy's father a tree?"

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

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

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

"Don't use human thinking to speculate about them..."

Gallo nodded repeatedly and said with emotion:

"It seems to use the same methods as mitosis and single cell reproduction? Is this the power of Cthulhu?"

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

After speaking, he asked again:

"Then what should I do next? Can you use this dagger to fortune out their lair?"

"Of course not!"

The old bishop waved his hand and said grimly:

"There is the mark of the tree of Morros on this, and divination will only point to it, and it is very dangerous, and it is easy to attract its attention..."

"What should I do then? I can't forget about this, right?"

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

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

Then, he set up a divination posture on the table, crushed the purple flower into scraps, kept asking questions in his mouth, and scattered the scraps randomly on the map.

Obviously it was thrown at random, but the debris drew a circle on the edge of the map, marking a location.

That is a farm outside the city.

A kind smile appeared on Gallo's face...

"Dispose of those corpses first."

The old bishop said quickly.

Gallo nodded, then returned to the backyard.

Although the other party was a cultist, there was no way to find a sheriff for this matter, and he didn't even dare to speak up, so he could only quietly destroy the body.

Fortunately, Gallo does not lack the means to destroy the dead.

He first drove the little milk cat and Amia back to the church, closed the backyard door, and pinched a few handprints.

Then, he closed his eyes again, rubbing 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 opened suddenly, looking at the three bodies.

A group of milky-white flames suddenly appeared on these three corpses, which gradually spread into a blazing holy flame, instantly burning the corpses with no residue left.

This is the sixth-order punishment magic: the flame of cleansing.

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

But this holy flame burns, smokeless, tasteless, dustless, green, healthy and environmentally friendly. It is quite suitable for use at this time.

After he was done, he assumed that nothing had happened again and began his practice today.

By the end of the afternoon, Gallo closed the church early, carrying a package, and riding in a donkey cart, slowly swaying towards the outside of the city.

Many people whose homes are outside the city but are working in the city will also go out of the city and go home at this time. Gallo mixed in among them and naturally left the city.

At about dusk, he arrived in a secret grove outside the farm. After hiding the donkey cart, he climbed up a big tree and performed the magical technique that could make his eyes shine like a flashlight: Insight.

This magical technique can not only illuminate at night, but also discover the hidden evils.

In Gallo's field of vision, the entire farmhouse was completely green, and all the people who came to play inside were also covered in green, as if to forgive everything.

There are all cultists in it! There are more than a hundred people!

"How filthy and evil!"

Gallo couldn't help but cursed.

It’s not uncommon for the whole village to believe in a cult together in this world. This is not only convenient for spreading, but also loose supervision. Villagers can cover up and supervise each other, so it is difficult to expose, and it is indeed very suitable for cults to take root.

It's just that Gallo didn't expect that he originally thought that he was encountering a kind of high-end cult this time, but in the end they were still a group of Xiaoxiao hiding in the countryside.

"It seems that they should have pleased the tree in some way. This has just developed, right?"

He speculated to himself again.

Gallo jumped down from the tree, stretched out his hands, compared the shape of a picture frame, framed the farmhouse, and kept adjusting the distance until the farmhouse was the right size, looking like he wanted to take a photo. general.

But then he folded another tree branch, spent two straight lines on the ground, filled in a few more numbers, and wrote the calculations next to him for a long time, followed by another parabola.

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

"It should be almost..."

For the rest of the time, he went to the woods to find some dry wood, raised a fire, lost two potatoes in, and set up a simple tent, leaned on Amia, patiently waiting for the potatoes to be baked. .

Until the sky was completely dark, Gallo stood up, changed into the skullcrusher's outfit, and walked to the two horizontal lines previously drawn. A set of complicated handprints began to form in his hands and his mouth was Chanting a prayer in a low voice:

"I am a sword bone..."

"Steel is the body, the flame is the blood, and the heart is like glaze. It is undefeated across countless battlefields..."

As he chanted, a pattern of silver shining and holy breath began to emerge under his feet.

This is the highest level divine art he currently masters, known as the ‘7.5-level’ and the ‘quasi-eighth level’, and is recognized as the most difficult seventh-level divine technique to master: the Holy Sword of Heaven’s Punishment.

It took Gallo a whole week to learn it at first, making him wonder if he had eaten too much potatoes. How could his talent become worse as he trained?

This magical technique is very complicated, and even the prayers are extremely lengthy. Even if Gallo has modified and optimized it himself, it is still difficult to recite, and he cannot rely on the aid of the mudra to perform it quickly. It must be read for a long time.

So Gallo didn't like this magical technique very much. He hadn't used it after learning it. He still liked the simple and rude and effective way to persuade people to do good.

When he finished singing the prayers, the holy pattern under his feet was fully formed. It looked like a pair of angel wings, and Gallo was standing right in the middle of the wings. If he looked down and looked down, it looked a bit like him. It looks like a pair of wings.

Gallo did not rush to start, but waited patiently, until the light of the wing pattern became brighter and brighter, and it seemed as if it was about to burn, he murmured:

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

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