They all call me master

Chapter 697 Chaotic Night V

When they heard the footsteps, the priests of the Church of Pain all looked expectant.

However, when the double wooden door was pushed open, everyone was stunned.

Because the people who came were not the high priest and the saint as they imagined.

Instead, they had only met Yura a few times, and a young man they didn't know.

"Yura?"

Many people were surprised.

And those who reacted quickly narrowed their eyes.

Then, the few who reacted the fastest began to move their bodies to try to be covered by others.

As for running away?

Not long ago, they were still evaluating the location of the meeting in front of them as safe and reliable.

But now, facing this kind of "safety and reliability", they have become unable to escape even if they break their wings.

"It's me."

Facing the surprised priests of the Church of Pain, Yura, dressed in a black robe, admitted it openly, but immediately, the lady began to correct her identity-

"Please call me High Priest Yura!"

This impatient attitude made the guys who reacted the fastest shrink even tighter, wishing they could find a place to hide in to hide themselves.

They smelled a crisis far greater than before.

In fact, it was the case.

"Yura, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Yura, who do you think you are?"

"Asshole, you are blaspheming the high priest!"

The priests in the crowd spoke.

Some were polite, and some were impolite.

All of this was within Yura's expectations.

After all, these people were all selected by him personally for this moment.

Yura raised his hand and waved.

Snap!

The unique sound of a whip rang out in the void.

And with such a crisp sound, all the people who had just spoken fell to the ground, and painful wails rang out of their mouths.

Painful whipping!

One of the unique secret arts of the ‘Church of Pain’.

It can attack targets within a certain range and make them sensitive, amplifying the pain tenfold or a hundredfold.

Of course, Yura can’t amplify it a hundredfold.

But tenfold is still possible.

The priests who were hit by this suddenly were caught off guard and all fell into the trap.

Especially the priest who cursed was hung in the air.

The pupils of the priests of the ‘Church of Pain’ who saw this scene couldn’t help but dilate, and even the priests who were wailing just now couldn’t help but cover their mouths.

Because this is also a unique secret art of the ‘Church of Pain’: the difficulty of hanging!

But unlike the secret art of ‘Painful Whipping’ that can be exchanged by merit, the ‘difficulty of hanging’ is a secret art that cannot be exchanged.

Similarly, it is also an extremely profound secret art.

Before, only the two Excellencies, the High Priest and the Saint, mastered it.

“Ah… uh uh uh!”

The screams of the priests who were hung up just sounded and stopped abruptly.

From high pitch to barely audible hissing.

The priest who was hung up was naturally loyal to the high priest and the saint, and was specially selected by Yura.

But at this moment, the priest was extremely terrified.

He didn't know why Yura could master the secrets that only the high priest and the saint could master, but his not-too-stupid brain finally reacted to why Yura came.

Almost subconsciously, the priest looked at the guys in the crowd who were smart and quick in reaction.

When he saw these guys lowering their heads and wanting to put their heads into their crotches, the priest understood it completely and wanted to shout loudly.

But he couldn't shout loudly because he was being hanged.

And the more horrible punishment was still going on -

"Skinning!"

Yura said with a smile.

Immediately, there was a piercing sound.

The skin of the priest who was hung up by the "difficulty of hanging" was torn off all over his body.

Blood flew like flowers, and the minced meat mixed in the blood splashed on the priests around.

Immediately, the faces of these priests turned pale.

Seeing the fear in the eyes of these priests, Yura was very satisfied.

She, of course, did it on purpose.

With her current strength, she can easily peel off the skin without hurting the flesh and blood, and can also magnify the pain tenfold.

But, it is not necessary.

What she needs is awe.

And there is nothing more awe-inspiring than the flesh and blood flying in the blood.

If there is?

Then skin the disrespectful.

If possible, Yura even wants to skin a few more people.

Unfortunately, she needs manpower.

She needs manpower to deal with the people of the "Inner River Church", take over the industries left by the "Inner River Church", and consolidate the industries of her own church.

Yura knows very well that she can't do so much by herself.

Even with Lucius beside her, it won't work.

Lucius is not good at management.

In fact, apart from providing her with some ‘emotional value’, Lucius has always been dispensable and can be discarded at any time.

Yura glanced at Lucius with a reluctant look, and became more and more disdainful in his heart.

An avenger who thinks he is ruthless but always hesitates will never be able to escape the fate of a chess piece from beginning to end.

‘Wait until this incident is over, let him have his own ‘home’!

I will tell him the truth!

I hope he can hold on! ’

Yura imagined Lucius’s pain and despair, and couldn’t help laughing in his heart.

That scene was really something that Yura was looking forward to.

What she was looking forward to more was how much pain power Lucius would provide her at that time?

I don’t know!

But if it was really considerable enough, Yura hoped that she could still ‘repair’ Lucius again, and wait until Lucius was almost recovered.

Then?

Of course, it would happen again.

Death has always been a synonym for mercy in the ‘Church of Pain’.

Torture is the main theme of the ‘Church of Pain’.

Just like the skinned priest, the bloody opponent couldn’t even scream.

And the greater torture had just begun.

A flame appeared on the opponent’s body.

The flame burned from the opponent’s belly button, greedily sucking the fat of the priest.

The flame was only the size of a bean at the beginning, and soon became the size of a fist.

The priest did not scream, but his body trembled more and more violently.

And Yura’s smile became brighter.

The lady stood there and asked with a smile -

"Now, I declare myself the high priest.

Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

There was a question in her words, but in fact, she spoke in an unquestionable tone from beginning to end.

How could these priests, who were carefully selected by Yura, oppose when that troublemaker was killed as a warning to others and was still hanging in the air?

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

The smart guys who had just shrunk stood up at the first time.

They rushed to the front of the crowd and started cheering.

Then everyone chose to obey.

Someone started it, didn't they?

Yura nodded, with satisfaction in his eyes.

Lucius, who was standing next to Yura, looked at the scene in front of him, but his eyes were full of struggle.

No!

Something's wrong!

It shouldn't be like this!