The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 61 Fireball and Waterball, a border specialty
The Tantric Cult of Pain, the full name is the Tantric Cult of Pain and Blood, is one of the seven esoteric religions.

Believe in the original pain.

Unlike the Tantric Cult of Life, which is scattered and independent, the Tantric Cult of Pain has a strict and huge organizational structure.

It has a division of duties similar to that of the Glorious Holy See.

Their strongholds are spread across the entire continent. They inflict pain to please the gods and gain strength. They are the most dangerous cult - several small countries have been destroyed because of their wars. All the people have been massacred, and blood and screams resound in the sky.

It has been three years since Sharp became a soldier captain. He now leads an elite team of six people and has invaded several church worlds in just three years.

He is about to reach the third level, and his current combat skill point is seventeen.

Invading church worlds, competing for border worlds, and causing massacres are also important ways for the Painful Secret Cult to please the gods.

They are both believers and soldiers.

For this elite team, massacre was a trivial matter.

Whether it's a child, a woman, or an old man, it doesn't matter to them, it's just a number.

Killing is not important anymore, Sharp is now studying how to make death more painful.

Only pain can better please the gods.

Captain Sharp also calls himself a murder artist.

He once dug out a pregnant woman's fetus from her belly, causing the woman to bleed to death; he also pulled out all the child's fingernails, burned through his skin, and caused the child to die of infection.
Sharp indulged in this painful art.

And he gradually understood that life is also differentiated.

The pain of a saint is more pleasing to his god.

So Sharp became an invader of the church world, hunting those noble saints and completing the mission of the Painful Secret Cult.

Sharp knew that in the church world, those saints never really died.

But it doesn't matter, Sharp didn't intend to kill them, as long as they suffered.

He can guarantee that the lives of the saints will be worse than death.

"Senior Sergeant Sharp."

The scout in the team, Kaman, pushed out of the room and first performed a military salute respectfully. He said in awe and solemnity, "Headquarters informed that the passage is ready, and it is time for our team to report."

"The saints of the Astral Church have already begun."

Sharp stood up slowly. He straightened his collar first, pinned the military emblem with a skull on it, put on a dark black military cap, and pinned a slender boning knife to his waist, "Let's go Bar."

It was muddy and humid outside, with heavy rain pouring down. Dozens of soldiers wearing skeleton uniforms filed out, formed their respective regiments, and marched towards the headquarters.

His boots stepped on the puddles, and the soldier Sharp had a contemptuous smile on his long lips.

The prey this time was just a group of fledgling quasi-saints.

After entering the world of Naraku and selecting the holy relics, Sharp was delighted that this time they could fight the saints during the personality component certification stage.

The fictional battlefield this time is a desolate plain, with yellow-brown weeds rolling up in waves with the strong wind.

The Kaman scout in their team first used the first-level magic [Eagle Eye Vision]. The falcon turned into magic power was entrenched on the plain, and everything was under his eyes.

very clear.

There is also a zoom function.

Warlock John used the second-level blessing magic [Blood Consensus], so that they who drank Kaman's blood in advance could share the scout's vision.

The cooperation is quite tacit.

The scouts and warriors with gray points in the eleventh battle, the warlocks and priests with ten magic points, the assassins with thirteen magic points, and he, the soldier captain with seventeen magic points - are their most elite second-tier team. .

Scout Kaman had already seen the enemy. He seemed to have discovered something unusual. He clicked his tongue slightly, showing a slightly disbelieving expression. He slowly enlarged the image.

Then the giant thing appeared in everyone's field of vision.

".?"

Soldier Sharp was stunned. He had no psychological preparation. The thing occupied the center of his field of vision, with the majestic domineering look of a lion and the golden color that symbolized the sun. It was so bright and majestic.

This is the spirit of chivalry. ".Turn off shared view."

Before the fight even started, I first received a strong mental shock.

Even though the warlock closed his vision, the lion's roar was still imprinted on Sharp's sea of ​​​​noise and would not dissipate for a long time.

At the same time, all of them had an inexplicable sense of inferiority.

Morale was inexplicably low.

What are these guys like?
The strong wind howled faster and faster, as if playing music for its arrival, and made a cold and chilling sound when it rubbed against the rocks. At the end of the desolate plain, the figures of the three people slowly emerged.

The one walking at the front was Arthur Sonny, who gave them a great sense of inferiority.

Only three people.?
And they were all carrying staffs, and there wasn't even a single warrior who could resist.

Sharp almost laughed out of anger.

Moreover, what kind of creature is this?
Angry because of shame, it is obvious that Arthur, who ran naked, has a sense of ridicule more than anyone else.

Sharp pulled out his long boning knife and used the combat skill Blood Step. His boots stepped on the wasteland, splashing blood ripples one after another, heading straight towards Arthur's neck.

It seems like one blow can kill.

But obviously, he underestimated the enemy.

Arthur raised the alchemy staff made of super alloy and directly blocked his fatal blow. Sparks flew everywhere as the weapons clashed.

Although Arthur studied magic, he was the legitimate son of the Sun Family, and his father was a demigod-level warrior. The blood of warriors naturally flowed through his body - he had a warrior talent that even the priests were surprised by.

He was one of the original protagonists.

Just relying on his body's reaction, he blocked Sharp's blow.

"[Fireball Technique]" Arthur chanted divinely.

This magic is very common. It is a magic that creates elementary fireballs out of thin air. It is not very powerful.

Sharp didn't really care.

But he didn't expect Arthur to lift up his staff directly, and with his extremely high martial arts talent, he knocked Sharp away. The latter took a few steps back, pointed the staff directly at Sharp's crotch, and began to create.

This fireball, wrapped in Arthur's fiery enthusiasm, shines with the noblest spirit of chivalry!
The soul of the sun inherited from the ancestors, now, after throwing away the shackles of clothing, has finally ushered in the moment of full bloom.

"Hiss..waaaah!!"

Sharp was horrified and felt intense heat between his buttocks.
The blazing flame suddenly rose, the skin was quickly burned, and the faint aroma of roasted chicken could even be smelled around.

His sphere instantly turned frighteningly red, just like a dazzling fireball!

"Fireball, is this his fireball?"

Sharp's facial features were distorted by the burns, and he screamed in surprise.

It was because he underestimated the enemy too much.

Seeing that there were only three crispy mages, I thought of using blood steps to quickly approach and kill them quickly.

But I didn't expect to encounter a strange creature like Arthur. As a warlock, he could fight and resist.

He also created such an outrageous fireball technique!

The hurt is ordinary, but the pain and shame go deep into the soul!

Which birth gave him the idea?
Now his teammates are still far away from him and must retreat.

He could still resist a mere fireball spell.

He was about to use blood steps to dodge, but as soon as he took a step back, he heard Liszt's calm and controlled voice. He had already charged up.

"Water Polo."

——"Here comes the water polo!"

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