"heresy!"
Within the Hess Church, an almost hysterical roar came out: "This is the power of the evil god!"
"grown ups!"
The expressions of the knights kneeling on the ground changed drastically: "We can swear that our faith in Hess has never wavered at all!"
They were on the front line fighting demons, and were naturally infected by the demonic disease. When they discovered something strange about them, they immediately reported it to the church.
What he got was this kind of treatment.
Suddenly, a slight feeling of unwillingness spread in my heart.
"Purify them!"
A man who looked like a bishop wearing a black robe of a griffon said.
Next to them, many church warriors immediately stepped forward, tied up the knight, and pushed him outside.
Not long after, screams came.
"May your souls return to the kingdom of our Lord and find rest there, instead of being snatched away by the evil Lord of Nine Purgatory..."
Looking at this scene, the bishop murmured a prayer gesture.
Purgatory took root in the underworld and even competed with the God of Death for souls. Naturally, he immediately became Hess's mortal enemy!
Even if the opponent was severely damaged when the ninth level of purgatory was completed, before falling into a deep sleep, he still issued an oracle to all the priests to stop the ninth level of purgatory at all costs!
After the "purification" was completed, the bishop's face was as cold as an iceberg: "Inform other churches that this demonic disease is the pollution of demons! People who gain power from demons are heretics and should be burned alive!"
In the spread of faith, violence and the suppression of heretics are always indispensable.
The Inquisition is a must for every church. Of course, it may not be called this name, but the responsibilities of the holy warriors are the same.
"I believe that other churches will definitely agree with this approach!"
The bishop said deeply: "After all... the devil is the enemy of our entire world!"
Of course, necessary protective measures and treatment methods must also be developed as soon as possible, but there is no need to talk about this yet.
It is a pity that the bishop does not know the speed of contamination of the devil's power and its ineradicable characteristics, which will bring him despair.
…
Out of the need to curb purgatory, the Purification Order received the acquiescence of many churches and was immediately implemented.
Among them, the craziest one is naturally the Church of Death!
As for the supreme sun god? He rarely sends down oracles, and does not seem to need the power of faith in the main world. Therefore, the church's power in the main continent is very small, just a stronghold.
However, even if there is only one Death Church, the consequences will be terrible.
Those soldiers who fought on the front line, after experiencing a bloody battle with demons, just came off the battlefield. What greeted them was not flowers and applause, but prisons and fire racks!
…
On a battlefield.
Jay wore armor and waved a fighting spirit.
Bah!
The strong fighting spirit was like a sword running through a demon.
Immediately, there was a feeling of fullness, which made him know that his strength had strengthened again. The clearly visible changes made people indulge in it unconsciously.
"The more I kill, the stronger my strength becomes. Soon, I will be able to break through the bottleneck of fighting spirit and enter the realm of a high-level professional!"
Jay clenched his fists, his eyes full of excitement.
What does it mean to be a high-level professional? … Wealth, power, status and beauty at your fingertips.
For an ordinary professional, this is a dream and everything!
However, he has some tricks up his sleeve and has been secretly hiding his strength without telling anyone, just to prepare for a blockbuster!
"Change defense!"
After another day passed, the reinforcements finally arrived belatedly.
Seeing this scene, even Jay couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief and relaxed.
Even he couldn't withstand such a high-intensity battle.
"Come... line up one by one and receive treatment from the priest!"
After the defense line was lowered, a group of military judges came over and spoke in a stern voice.
"When did the country become so luxurious? Even ordinary soldiers can enjoy the treatment of priests?"
Jay blinked, suddenly feeling something was wrong.
Seeing the soldiers lining up and passing through a circle of light in an orderly manner, he thought of some kind of examination, not treatment.
"Could it be..."
A bad possibility suddenly spread in his heart, making his hands and feet feel cold.
"Next!"
It's a pity that professionals like them have special priests to keep an eye on them, so they can't escape at all.
Jay bit the bullet and came to the priest.
He glanced at it and found that the other person was wearing a black robe with the image of a griffon embroidered on it. He was a priest of the God of Death.
"Detect halo!"
The priest raised his hand and cast a magical spell.
Just asking for identification is much easier than healing, and the corresponding magical skills were quickly developed.
At this time, the aperture came to Jay, but suddenly turned purple.
"Huh? Fighter Jay, you need treatment, please come with me!"
Jay clearly noticed the coldness at the bottom of the other person's eyes, and couldn't help but trembled: "I... what can happen to me? I'm very good... "
"Haha... This is a unique method of the devil, using covert methods to spread the plague! Please believe us!"
The priest waved his hand, and the two military judges walked over directly.
"I believe you ghosts!"
Jay rolled his eyes inwardly, but superficially he shrugged: "Do I need to go somewhere for treatment?"
"Please go to the big white tent on the edge. Don't worry, it's just a simple treatment, very soon!"
The pastor said with a smile, but his expression reminded Jay of a poisonous snake.
He moved reluctantly and came outside the tent.
Whoops!
Suddenly, a breeze blew and lifted a corner of the tent.
With his good eyesight, Jay immediately saw the body of a soldier lying on the ground in pain.
"This is... a trap!!!"
The hair on Jay's back stood up, and he subconsciously wanted to run away.
Unfortunately, a spell fell on him, which immediately made him weak. He fell down softly and was carried into the tent.
The iron chains, ax hooks, and the strong smell of blood made it look like a huge slaughterhouse.
Many of the original warriors were tied to pillars, waiting to be slaughtered like lambs.
"Why… "
Jay looked around and saw many familiar faces. They were all comrades who had fought alongside him, and he couldn't help but make a sound from between his teeth.
"You heretic!"
The priest glanced at him with disgust: "Heretics should be purified! In fact, you should be grateful, because even if you accept the power of the evil god, our Lord is still willing to take in your dirty soul!"
"Heresy? Is it because... that power?"
Jay always thought he had hidden it well, but now he was extremely frustrated.
"Yes... Anyone who accepts the power of the evil god is a heretic. Whether he is an ordinary soldier, a professional, or even a noble, he must be 'dealt with'!"
The priest had a cold face, waved the sickle, and cut off the head of the first prisoner.
Gululu!
The heads rolled on the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Is my ambition... going to end here?"
Jay's heart was filled with despair. Suddenly, he felt the demonic power in his body move, as if he had seen the most delicious prey.
The tent was opened, and another knight was escorted in. The feeling of power made him salivate.
"Take everything away from him, and I can break through to a whole new level!"
A thought suddenly occupied Jay's mind.
"Is this a knight?"
The executioner's priest looked at the newcomers, but his brows furrowed: "Are you arresting nobles?"
"He is the most conspicuous heretic!"
The two fanatic believers said directly: "According to the orders of the church, all heretics must be judged!"
"Heresy? Haha... I never thought that Sir Frayn, who believed in Hess so devoutly before, would end up like this in the end!"
The bound knight sneered, and suddenly his body was shaken.
Click!
The ropes and curses were instantly shaken away, and like a tiger, he pounced on the leading priest.
"Damn it!"
The opponent's expression changed, and he retreated continuously. The guard warrior beside him shouted and drew out his weapon, flying to block it.
boom!
After several fights, many warriors fell to the ground. Two long swords were inserted into Frayn's body, and blood continued to spill out.
"hehe… "
He looked at Jay, his eyes suddenly full of strange colors: "I can't live anymore... Do you want it very much? Then I'll give it all to you!"
While speaking, Frayn strode forward, grabbed Jay's palm, and pushed the hilt of the sword fiercely.
puff!
The blade broke through the heart, and the knight's body fell limply.
At the moment when the other party died, Jay had forgotten everything around him, because a strange change took place in him.
A powerful surge of power merged with the previous savings in his body, allowing him to break through the bottleneck in an instant.
A trace of real power lingered in his body, and with a little bit of inherited knowledge, he understood everything in an instant.
"So that's it, divinity? Now I am the one who truly inspires divinity! Son of Purgatory... I like this title!"
As he spoke, a layer of flames burned on Jay's body, causing his body shape to change dramatically.
A pair of flesh wings stretched out, and his whole body turned into a demon in an instant!
Along with this change, the original restraints and spell curses immediately disappeared.
"die!"
Looking at the priest, he threw a ball of flame directly, and the scorching light and temperature swallowed him up inadvertently.
Wow!
The strong wind roared, blowing the tent to pieces, and the humanoid demon flew into the sky, overlooking the many sluggish armies: "From today on, my name is Jay! Son of Purgatory - Jay!!!"
"The Church of Death, wait for the pain to come!"
After saying this, he flapped his wings and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.