Heroes of Silver Moon

The glaring white light emitted by the Holy Judgment can almost blind the eyes of ordinary people, but the people in the surrounding houses seem to be blind and have no reaction at all.

Before the battle started, the presiding judge united with those priests to create a barrier to isolate the inside and outside.

The barrier not only blocked the aftermath of the battle, but also blocked the visual and auditory senses inside and outside. Even if the world fell apart inside the barrier, the people outside would not feel any abnormalities.

The radiance of the divine spell became thicker and thicker. Finally, the halo flickered, and a scorching beam shot down. The house and the church knights were not harmed at all.

But only the group of heretics let out heart-piercing screams.

All the cultists, whether they were living or dead, had a raging fire burning in their bodies.

Their souls were exposed to the light beams, and they were also burned little by little.

Seeing this tragic scene, all the knights of the church were completely indifferent. They have seen too many scenes of trial of heretics.

The souls of the cultists were burning, and one of the youngest church knights couldn't help covering his nose.

"What's the matter, Haimano?" Seeing the youngest player, he couldn't help covering his nose, and Cirillo asked curiously.

"Tsk, it's okay, but every time I purify these ugly souls, I can always smell a stench." Haimanuo said with a joking smile after just going through a battle.

"Hehe, it turned out to be this!"

An older church knight patted Haimano on the shoulder with a smile, and said, "It's okay, after you get used to the smell, your nose will automatically become immune."

"Yeah," Cirillo said emotionally, "After a long time, I'll get used to the stench."

"Well," Cirillo was talking, as if he thought of something, and then he was stunned for a moment.

In the carriage this afternoon, the Holy Son said that he smelled a rancid smell. Could it be that what he smelled was the souls of these cultists?

"What's the matter, Commander Cirillo?" Seeing Cirillo suddenly froze, the older church knight immediately became vigilant.

Could it be that the Knight Commander sensed that there are still remnants of heretics?

"No, it's okay, I just thought of something suddenly." Hearing the knight's question, Cirillo quickly recovered and said.

"Huh, I was scared to death. I thought you had discovered the enemy's situation again." Hearing that Cirillo just thought of something, the knight quickly let go of his vigilance, and then said with a smile.

While chatting, under the burning of the light beam, the bodies and souls of the cultists were also reduced to ashes little by little.

Feeling that the cultists were completely wiped out, the presiding judge broke up the light beam bit by bit through spiritual guidance.

It takes a lot of energy to maintain such a large-scale magical technique!

"Everyone has worked hard." After unlocking the divine spell, the presiding judge brought a group of priests who were waiting outside to the house.

"That's what we should do." On behalf of the Demon Hunting Squad, Cirillo gave a symbolic courtesy to the presiding judge.

"Well, well, let's start the finishing work!" After a slight nod, the presiding judge began to issue orders again.

"Chief Siriro, you lead the knights to guard the surrounding area and don't let the people approach; Pastor Shagiya, you lead the approval team to search this room and see if you can find any useful information"

After yawning, the presiding judge pulled out a chair, sat on the chair and ordered.

"Yes, Your Excellency the judge," Cirillo and a priest with a public face responded in unison after hearing the judge's order.

After arranging for the knights to be vigilant, Cirillo followed the priests and searched in this ordinary house that could no longer be ordinary.

As a knight commander who is only one level lower than the presiding judge, of course Cirillo doesn't need to, just like those ordinary knights, guard the surroundings.

What's more, he has been on the front line of hunting demons all year round, and his ability to find clues is rarely matched by anyone in the church.

Pushing open the door of the cubicle, Cirillo's heart trembled violently when he saw the sluggish **** the bed being played by the group of cultists.

When he smelled the smell of blood, he thought that everyone in the house had been killed. If he didn't go to the church to rescue soldiers, but rushed in to save people, maybe...

No, there is no possibility, Cirillo took a deep breath, and immediately expelled those absurd thoughts from his mind.

He alone can't stop so many cultists. If these cultists run away, they don't know how many people they will harm in the future!

Even if he knew at the time that the girl in front of him had already been captured by the cultists, he might still give up on this girl~www.readwn.com~ If I were forty years younger, maybe I would choose to save this girl! Looking at the girl whose spirit had been destroyed on the bed, Cirillo smiled bitterly.

"May your soul rest in peace in the Kingdom of God." Holding the divine emblem of the Moonlight Goddess in his hand, a priest walked up to the girl and cast a divine spell on the girl.

Dream death can make the subject die in sleep without pain. In sleep, they will experience all happiness.

Cirillo didn't think anything wrong with the pastor's actions. The girl's spirit had long been destroyed by those cultists.

Although it seems that there is no death now, but in the future life, there will be no consciousness. If this is the case, it is better to understand her pain as soon as possible so that she can return to the embrace of the goddess as soon as possible.

What's more, Cirillo has personally performed the magic of dream death on some comrades in arms.

Compared with some of the horrors they encountered while hunting demons, this kind of peaceful death is simply the welfare of the frontline combatants of demon hunting.

The corner of the girl's mouth smiled, as if she had dreamed of something happy, and then the breath of life gradually disappeared.

The priest who performed the divine spell first mourned the girl loudly, and then searched for clues with his colleagues.

In this world where gods exist, the lives of ordinary people are as cheap as ants.

Evil gods, professionals, aristocrats, diseases, robbers, natural disasters, if you encounter any kind of disaster at will, ordinary people may lose their lives.

Giving this young girl a dream, and mourning for her, was the only sympathy left in the pastor's heart.

"Huh?" Cirillo, who was searching around the girl's body, suddenly smelled a different smell on the girl's body.