Earlier, when Gallo was still changing clothes, the cultists in the farm were gathering together and discussing something.
"Why hasn't the chief priest come back yet? Could something have happened?"
"Probably not? The head priest is a seasoned warrior... Ordinary priests are definitely no match for him."
"Still, we'd better prepare for the worst, right?"
"Yes, we have already lost an envoy. If we lose the chief priest again, our strength will be greatly reduced, and it will also affect the subsequent layout. I suggest giving up here and dormant for a while until the next envoy appears. , Make another plot!"
"But in this way, will it affect Master Moros' plan?"
"No, as long as we are still alive, the plan will not be affected much."
"So, has the candidate for the next God Envoy been selected?"
"certainly!"
A cultist replied, taking a step aside, revealing the three young men behind him.
Each of them looks like a strong, fierce-eyed, ruthless character with a face full of flesh, and they are obviously not good at anything.
"Very good! Their aptitude is great! They must be stronger than the previous envoys!"
"I hope they can get the favor of my lord as soon as possible, so that they can take revenge as soon as possible!"
"I really hope that Master Moros can bestow the gift earlier, so that we can better spread his glory..."
The more the cultists talked, the more excited they became. It seemed that a better tomorrow was just around the corner. They knelt down one after another, chanting the name of the Moros Tree, begging for his gift.
But at this time, someone suddenly heard a series of strange whistling sounds in the sky, and quickly looked up, and saw a group of shining light balls whistling towards here.
"Enemy attack!"
Someone hastily shouted.
These cult members looked well-trained and didn't panic at all. Immediately, several of them pulled out the daggers with engraved patterns and cut their wrists.
The blood flowing from their wrists fell to the ground, and seemed to be alive. It quickly gathered together and rushed 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 heads, blocking the path of the ball of light.
Seeing the formation of the barrier, the cultists below felt extremely at ease, and even commented with great interest:
"Hmph~ This is some kind of long-distance spell, right? Those mages who hide their heads and show their tails dare to interfere with our affairs?"
"Hehe, spells are useless in front of divine spells. These stupid mages will never remember this lesson."
"When the attack is over, immediately send someone out to hunt down that mage. If you dare to disturb our ceremony, you must pay with blood!"
Just as they were talking, the ball of light had already flown above their heads and was about to collide with the barrier.
Because it was close enough, the cultists finally saw what the ball of light was
That was actually a person, a person whose whole body was surrounded by milky white flames!
And the milky white flame was even more familiar to them. It was the holy flame they feared and hated the most. Just smelling the stench and holy aura above made everyone feel extremely uncomfortable.
This situation is a bit different from what they expected. Some cultists are already fighting with each other, and they almost want to leave first.
Suddenly someone stood up to stabilize people's hearts and said loudly:
"Don't panic, this barrier is a magic spell bestowed by Lord Moros himself, it is enough to resist all attacks! A mere magic, in front of Lord Moros's mighty power, 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 power that can withstand all attacks was completely purified in the blink of an eye.
The figure wrapped in the holy flame was unhindered, and hit the crowd heavily, setting off a wave of air mixed with the holy flame, blowing away several cultists who were closer.
And the few cultists who were blown away by the air waves also ignited white flames, like an oil barrel meeting a flame, and instantly turned into human-shaped torches.
But before they had time to howl and scream, their bodies quickly melted away in the holy flames, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.
So powerful! I have never seen such a ferocious holy flame. Is this really a holy flame? Or the wrath of an angel
Some cultists who had fought against the clergy and were not affected suddenly had a terrible idea in their minds: Is this guy who fell from the sky an angel of which sect
They hurriedly looked at the enemy covered in flames, trying to see his appearance clearly, but they only saw a mysterious and strange mask of mosquito coils.
And the holy flame burning on his body vaguely formed the shape of a long sword, making him look like a swordsman.
The head is the tip of the sword, which looks a bit high; the body is the body of the sword, which looks straight and slender; the waist and hips are the sword lattice.
As for the hilt...
Some timid cultists immediately took two steps back.
But there are also some ignorant and brave cultists who immediately shouted:
"Everyone, don't be afraid! He is only one person!"
"Everyone, don't be cowardly, let's go together!"
Gallo, who was surrounded by the cult, didn't act in a hurry, but looked around first, roughly confirmed his position, and found that the landing point was quite accurate, so he nodded in satisfaction.
Then, he slowly raised his left hand, and said in a low voice:
"Let the Holy Flame purify everything!"
In the next second, he clenched his left hand into a fist.
The holy flame wrapped around his body suddenly turned into a ring-shaped shock wave, centered on him, and spread around.
This shock wave composed of flames was extremely fast, and it swept across the entire farm almost in the blink of an eye.
And the originally pitch-black sky also brightened up instantly, but immediately returned to darkness.
The flames on Gallo's body disappeared, revealing the red cloud and black robe.
And the farm around him also disappeared, and the cultists inside were gone too, as if erased by an eraser, as if the farm had never existed before, only some shining fine dust could be seen everywhere floating.
They were all turned into dust by the holy flame within a second.
This is the power of the quasi-eighth-level divine art, the Holy Sword of Heaven's Punishment.
"The ants should return to the dust..."
"If you didn't bully people too much, I wouldn't want to be like this..."
"I really don't like to use this trick..."
Gallo sighed with emotion in a low voice.
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Thank you **Death Emperor for your generous reward~~