The rolling dust and smoke cleared, revealing the silhouettes of several followers.
Judging by their attire, in such a sudden and unexpected attack, those three priests had somehow survived!
But fortunately for the common believers, there was only one lucky...
A bright red flame tore through the air, striking forward!
"Ah!!" A scream suddenly erupted,
"Believer Abel!"
Following that, splashes of vibrant blood fell to the ground as the believer's body was cleanly split in two from the shoulder down, falling amongst the ruins at their feet.
'No... No believers survived.'
Colin exhaled a murky breath, the orange-yellow fireball in his hand beginning to ferment.
After the Fireball Technique had gone through four Limit Breakings, it could hardly be summarized by the term "fireball" any longer, but to conceal his strength, he had chosen to use the most inconspicuous form of a fireball.
Above the ruins, the remaining three wizards instinctively formed an inverted triangle formation, with the two ordinary priests subtly shielding the younger priest behind them.
Although the two priests were only slightly covering, actually, because the young priest's body was so thin, Colin was almost unable to see the young priest's figure anymore.
He could barely catch a glimpse of a pair of calm, dark red eyes through the gaps.
"Continue the attack!!" Ginsley shouted loudly.
With his command!
The stalemate between the two sides was instantly broken, Divine Arts clashed with witchcraft.
Just as Ginsley had said, those three priests were only of First Rank, and in the face of their eight First Rank Wizard's encirclement, they quickly fell into a disadvantage and began to retreat step by step.
Bang.
The priest on the front right who had transformed into a giant struggled to block another fireball with his hand.
The next moment.
Puchi!
Yet he was viciously cut at the thigh by the bright red flame, creating a huge gash.
"Priest Naris!" he turned his head and shouted low, "We can't go on like this!"
"Ha, ha, what excellent witchcraft! Your Excellency Margaret," Ginsley could not hide the smile on his face, "Things are going even smoother than I imagined!"
He looked at the frail priest, his eyes filled with greed.
He hadn't forgotten the information transmitted by his wristband recorder... this priest was worth at least five thousand contribution points!
Colin looked at the frail priest hidden behind the others, who occasionally launched an attack, feeling inexplicably uneasy.
Those calm, dark red eyes, that seemed to hide churning molten rock, were indeed too strange.
'Let's make it quick and decisive!'
His gaze intensified, as he swung his hand out again, shooting out another fireball.
Boom!
Watching the orange-yellow fireball come at him again.
A hint of frustration flashed in the priest's eyes.
The fireball wasn't very powerful, nor was it fast, but it often caught him at a very uncomfortable timing and position, frequently disrupting his rhythm in combat, which greatly irritated him.
This time was no exception, with a splattering sound, his left flank was unavoidably torn open by the witchcraft attack, causing him to grunt involuntarily.
"Hiss..." The priest gasped a few breaths, turning back once again to speak firmly, "Priest Naris!"
His gaze was determined, as if he had made some kind of decision.
Naris, thin as a skeleton, looked at him and sighed softly, nodding slowly.
"The Lord will remember your sacrifice, Father Vincent."
"Priest Naris!" At this moment, the priest on the left also turned back and called out gravely, his complexion pale, clutching his left arm as blood flowed unceasingly... clearly at the end of his tether.
Although the priest did not say anything, with a steadfast look in his eyes, Naris immediately understood and sighed, his lips moving in a whisper:
"The Lord will also remember you, Father Paco."
Then, his dark red eyes gently closed, as if he could not bear to witness the scene that was to follow.
At the same time, as his words fell.
The two priests took several deep breaths, their chests heaving like bellows, their eyes suddenly becoming bloodshot!
"Ah!"
"Ah ah ah!"
Then, after a unison roar, they wasted no more words and boldly removed the flame-shaped Divine Emblem from their chests, lifted their Wizard Robes, and fiercely stabbed into their left breasts!
Puchi!
Under such force, the sharp end of the Divine Emblem pierced straight into the heart!
A large volume of fresh blood instantly gushed from the wound, quickly staining the entire Divine Emblem red.
Immediately after,
Boom!!
Amid the painful groans of the two Priests, the Divine Emblem burst into flames like a spark, with the blood and flesh serving as kindling!
Starting from their left chests, a cluster of dark-red flames suddenly soared and rapidly spread throughout their bodies, transforming them into two burning human torches.
As the flames consumed them, their auras became increasingly powerful and... unstable!
They resembled volcanoes on the verge of erupting!
All of this might seem like a long story, but it happened in an instant in reality.
Within Colin and the others' field of vision, they only saw the two Priests suddenly pull out their emblems and stab themselves in the chests, then burst into flames and rapidly launched themselves at them!
"Not good, go all out now!" Ginsley's expression changed drastically as he urgently shouted.
With their every step, the auras of the two Priests climbed higher and higher, almost reaching the level of a Second Rank Wizard!
The situation had nearly reversed in the blink of an eye.
Colin's face turned grim; he keenly noticed that, behind those blazing flames, the frail Priest Naris was not taking the chance to escape but was softly chanting something.
The flickering flames reflected in his crimson eyes, coupled with his cold, emaciated, and nearly skeletal visage, made him seem like a bizarre demon!
"Retreat quickly!"
Seeing the two Priests in front of him who seemed to be swelling continuously, Colin was shocked and subconsciously ordered in a deep tone, hurriedly retreating backwards!
"Hm?"
"Colin you?!"
"Why are you fleeing the battle!"
The surrounding Wizards' complexions changed slightly, instinctively shouting out.
Morin and Margaret wanted to question Colin.
But in the next second, a surging wave of heat was faintly approaching!
Looking back, the two Priests, now turned into torches, seemed to swell up like balloons.
Countless dark-red lights, carrying the heatwave, penetrated through the twisted, cracked fissures of their splitting skin!
The two Priests had come face to face with them without anyone noticing when!
"Not good!"
Upon seeing this, Morin and Margaret's faces distorted with fear, and they hurriedly retreated just like Colin had.
"Poisonous fury..."
Yet in such a critical moment, Mayer, who was supposed to be the last to act, stood still in place, his eyes blankly fixed on the two Priests as he murmured softly.
"Get out of the way!!"
Margaret growled anxiously in her heart; Mayer was standing right in the path of her retreat.
Swoosh!
A Fireball whip formed in her hand and lashed heavily towards Mayer!
"Ah."
It was then that Mayer reacted, crying out as if awakened from a dream.
He watched the two dark-red Fireballs approaching him, his pupils nearly constricting to the size of pins, his face showing terror.
But it was too late.
Boom!!
The two Priests could no longer maintain their form and exploded in a blast!
The dark-red flames swept across the entire area, nearly engulfing everyone!!