I Am A Priest In The Otherworld

Earlier, while Gallo was still changing clothes, the cultists in this farm were gathering together and discussing something.

"Why hasn't the chief priest come back? Could something happen?"

"Probably not? The chief priest is a warrior...ordinary clergy is definitely not his opponent."

"However, we better prepare for the worst?"

"Yes, we have already lost a divine envoy. If we lose the chief priest again, our strength will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect the future layout. I suggest that we give up here and dormant for a while until the next divine envoy appears , Try again!"

"But will this affect Morros-sama's plan?"

"No, as long as we are still alive, the plan will not be affected much."

"Then, have you selected the candidate for the next envoy?"

"of course!"

A cultist replied, and stepped aside, revealing the three young people behind him.

Each of them looks like that kind of strong body, fierce-looking, ruthless character with a full face, obviously they are not good.

"Very good! Their aptitude is great! They must be even stronger than the previous envoy!"

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

"I really hope that Lord Morros can give his gifts earlier so that we can spread his glory better..."

The cultists became more and more excited as they talked about it. It seemed that a beautiful tomorrow was in front of them, and they knelt down, chanting the name of the tree of Morros in their mouths, praying for his gift.

But at this moment, someone suddenly heard a series of strange whistling noises in the sky, and quickly looked up, a ball of shiny light was whizzing towards here.

"Enemy attack!"

Someone hurriedly shouted.

These cultists looked well-trained and didn't panic at all. Immediately, several people drew out the patterned dagger and cut a knife on their wrist.

The blood flowing from their wrists fell to the ground, as if there was life, and quickly gathered together, rushing along the grooves on the ground, quickly drawing a blood-red pattern under everyone's feet.

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

Seeing the formation of the barrier, the following cultists felt extremely relieved, and even commented with interest:

"Huh~ this is some kind of long-distance spell, right? Those mages who hide their heads and show their tails dare to interfere with us?"

"Hehe, spells are useless in front of divine arts. These stupid mages will never remember this lesson."

"When the attack is over, immediately send someone out to hunt down the mage. If you dare to disturb our ceremony, you must pay with blood!"

Just as they were talking, the ball of light had flown over their heads and was about to collide with the barrier.

Because it was already close enough, the cultists finally realized what that ball of light was?

It was actually a person, a person whose whole body was wrapped in milky white flames!

And the milky-white flame made them even more familiar. It was the holy flame they feared and hated the most. Just smelling the foul and holy breath on it made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.

This situation is a little different from what they expected. Some cultists are already fighting in two battles, and they almost want to go first.

Suddenly someone stood up to stabilize the hearts of the people and said loudly:

"Don't panic, this barrier is a technique given by Master Morros himself, and it is sufficient to withstand all attacks! A mere magical technique, in front of the mighty power of Master Morros, it is just a chicken tile..."

Before he could finish his words, 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 mighty force capable of resisting all attacks was completely purified in the blink of an eye.

The figure wrapped in the holy flame was no longer obstructed, and heavily smashed into the crowd, setting off a wave of air mixed with the holy flame, blowing away several cultists who were closer.

And the cultists who were blown away by the air wave lit up with white flames, like oil barrels meeting a flame, and instantly turned into human-shaped torches.

But before they had time to let out howls and screams, their bodies quickly melted in the holy flame, and finally they couldn't even leave a trace of dust.

What a powerful force! I have never seen such a violent holy flame, is this really holy flame? Or the anger of angels?

Some cultists who have fought against the clergy but have not been affected suddenly have a terrible thought in their hearts: Is this guy who fell from the sky an angel of which sect?

They quickly looked at the enemy who was covered in flames, trying to see his appearance, but only saw a mysterious and strange mosquito coil mask.

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

The head is the tip of the sword, which looks a bit crest; the body is the sword body, which looks straight and slender; and the waist and hips are the sword.

As for the hilt...

Some timid cultists took two steps back.

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

"Don't be afraid! He is only one person!"

"Don't persuade everyone, let's go together!"

Gallo, who was heavily surrounded by the cult, didn't rush to do it. Instead, he looked around for a while and probably confirmed his position, and found that the landing point was quite accurate. Then he nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he slowly raised his left hand and said in a low voice:

"Let the holy flame purify everything!"

The next second, his left hand squeezed into a fist.

The holy flame wrapped around him suddenly turned into a circular shock wave, centered on him, spreading around him.

This shock wave composed of flames was so fast that it swept the entire farm in almost the blink of an eye.

The sky that was originally pitch black also lit up in an instant, but immediately returned to darkness.

The flame on Gallo disappeared, revealing the red cloud and black robe.

And the farms around him disappeared, and the cultists inside were gone, as if they had been erased by an eraser, as if this farm had never existed before, only some shiny tiny dust was visible everywhere. Wandering.

They were all turned into dust by the holy flame in one second.

This is the power of the quasi-eighth-order divine technique, the holy sword of punishment.

"The ants should be attributed to the dust..."

"If you weren't deceiving too much, I wouldn't want to be like this..."

"I really don't like using this trick..."

Gallo sighed in a low voice.

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Thank you **dead emperor's generous reward~~