Chapter 931 Fire
Flames, flames, flames everywhere!
After the female priest carefully used the magic shield to protect the statue of Art Dillon, she looked back to observe the situation and was surprised to find that the church that was originally covered by the official magic shield had been engulfed in flames.
Obviously, it must be very unusual to be able to create such a terrible attack in the core religious strength base camp of the Fleila plane. It is not difficult to see the attack from the sudden arrival, instant tearing of defenses, unstoppable and imperceptible means The horror of the shattered church - the disaster that is now spreading in various places in the broken church is not broken rocks or sudden enemies, but many strange orange-yellow fireworks dancing between the walls and metal containers.
These strange flames did not release billowing smoke and dust, nor did they spread wantonly. They just bounced on the floor like living creatures, and the rocky floor painted with decorative patterns quickly cracked and shattered under the high temperature. Blossoming "naughty" fireworks also began to scatter and casually found Hurricane Cult believers who were still in a state of shock.
Immediately afterwards, a tragic and terrifying scene was staged in the once quiet and sacred church!
When they found those apprentice priests who were still in a daze, the lively flames suddenly increased their jumping speed, and they quickly pounced on the bodies of several priests like cats smelling fishy. Divine spells and even official-level blocking methods have no effect in front of the raging fire. A total of hundreds of palm-sized flames are unprecedentedly free in the smoke and dust. It only takes a few seconds. The churches with the largest number of clergy found their targets one by one.
Immediately afterwards... Like a torch being put into fuel oil, like spirits being poured into a brazier, the flames that detonated in an instant completely devoured the apprentice priests who were too late to fall to the ground!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah"!
The poor believers who instantly turned into a human-shaped torch are undoubtedly very miserable. Although the orange-yellow flame is so weird that it can ignore all the defense methods of all priests, its temperature and lethality do not seem to be too strong. The male and female priests who were licked by the flames did not turn into flying ashes and died immediately. On the contrary, they were all still living in pain that was worse than death.
The intense heat turned the believers' skin into coke, and evaporated blood dripped from their cracked eye sockets. The priests and apprentices who rolled on the ground in pain tried to extinguish the flames by any means while praying desperately, but their Efforts are doomed to be in vain...
Compared to enduring such torture, perhaps those ordinary nuns who were crushed to death by debris were considered lucky.
"Ahhh, it hurts so much, God, it hurts too much! Is this your punishment?"
"No, save me, I don't want to die, the great hurricane god, come and save me..."
"Fire! It's all fire! The flames will merge into the wind, and our souls will become one with the hurricane! Hahahaha, the great god is coming to take us away"!
"..."
Numerous believers whose bodies were burned by the flames scratched their skin with scorched fingers, and pieces of carbonized flesh were torn off. The dark blood continued to burn on the ground like hot oil, while the lunatics rolling all over the ground were using Praying for God's salvation with the last bit of will.
In this boundless burning pain, the only savior they can count on is Art Dillon, the hurricane god they believe in!
"This...what the hell is going on? What the hell is going on! Why...who on earth did such a blasphemous act? Who dares to attack a true god with such a terrifying method? church"!
Staring at several apprentices who turned into torches with bloodshot eyes, bouncing and rolling like live fish grilled by charcoal, the pious female priest almost tremblingly used divine magic to summon water to try to extinguish the orange flames.
But unfortunately, her efforts are useless, even if this full-level priest has controlled the water element to cover half of the church hall, the jumping fire is still boiling and burning in the water, and many believers who are on fire are still suffering Struggling and howling...
It wasn't until a full ten seconds passed that the flames that scorched the flesh, penetrated into the internal organs, and extinguished the soul finally killed the tortured apprentice priests who wanted to die.
But so far... this incredible disaster is far from over.
The believers who had turned into scorched corpses were still quietly floating and rolling in the summoned water elements. The next moment, their heads burst open like crushed watermelons. The blossoming flames, which were not stained with any blood and were as clean as ever, jumped out of the scorched body one after another.
Immediately afterwards, these fiery demons who devoured the soul of the "host" bounced towards the new attack target, and the female priest who was controlling the water element to form a wall in vain was the second batch of chosen attacks One of the goals!
"No...this is a holy church...you can't do that to a priest".
Seeing a "harmless to humans and animals" and even a little cute little flame easily penetrated the package of water elements and jumped towards herself, the female priest standing in front of the statue of Art Dylan couldn't help but widen her eyes in fear—you know Well, she saw with her own eyes just now what kind of pain her apprentices had to go through before they died miserably. This way of death is unacceptable even for fanatics.
"No...don't come here... Great Hurricane God, your believers are calling your god name, the sad blasphemer needs your divine punishment, everything that dares to blaspheme the gods will be torn to pieces by the hurricane In the end, all unbelievers will... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"!
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The female priest recited prayers aloud in despair, because at this time she was looking forward to the appearance of a great god like never before. She also wanted to spread the belief of the true God. She didn't want to turn into coke and die in pain. She knew that she had defended Losing the majesty of God, and knowing that the spread of the disaster is unstoppable, at this moment, praying to God has become all the efforts that a small official-level priest can make!
But...it is a pity that the devout prayers have not been answered by the so-called "true God".
In less than a second, the "naughty" flames with a sudden increase in speed were unhurriedly contaminating the believers of the Hurricane God, and then accompanied by the sound of a match being struck, an "official-level torch" "It was born surrounded by layers of water elements...
In the strange flame shrouded, there is no difference between official-level professionals and apprentice-level professionals, and the body of the female priest began to be unstoppably burnt to charcoal by the flames, and the miserable screams quickly merged into wailing Within the "New Movement" of churches everywhere.
It's clear that the perpetrators of the disaster that hit the Hurricane Cult's core church really don't care about "the wrath of God" at all.