"heresy!"

Inside Hess Church, an almost hysterical roar came out: "This is the power of the evil god!"

"grown ups!"

Several knights kneeling on the ground changed their faces: "We can swear that our belief in Hess has never wavered at all!"

They were fighting against the demons on the front line, and naturally they were infected by demonization. When they discovered something strange about them, they immediately reported to the church.

What I got was such treatment.

Suddenly, a slight unwilling feeling immediately spread in my heart.

"Purify them!"

A man wearing a black robe of Gripen and looking like a bishop said.

Next to him, many church warriors immediately stepped forward, tied the knights up and pushed them outside.

Not long after, screams came.

"May your souls return to the kingdom of our Lord and get rest there, rather than being stolen by the Lord of the Nine Levels of Purgatory..."

Looking at this scene, the bishop murmured and made a prayer gesture.

Purgatory took root in the underworld and even fought with the God of Death for the soul, so it naturally became Hess' mortal enemy immediately!

Even though the other party was severely injured when the Nine Levels of Purgatory was completed, before falling into a deep sleep, he still released an oracle to all the priests, and at all costs he could block the Nine Levels of Purgatory!

After the 'purification' is completed, the bishop's face is as cold as an iceberg: "I inform other churches that this kind of demonization is a pollution of the demon! Those who gain power from the demon are heresy and should be burned to death!"

Violence and heresy are never missing in the spread of faith.

The Inquisition is a must-have for every church. Of course, it may not be called this name, but the responsibilities of the Holy Warriors are the same.

"I believe that other churches will agree with this practice!"

The bishop said deeply: "After all,... the devil is the enemy of our entire world!"

Of course, necessary protective measures and treatment methods must also be developed as soon as possible, but there is no need to mention this for now.

Unfortunately, this bishop did not know how desperate the despair would bring to him by the devil's power's pollution speed and its undestroyable characteristics.

...

In order to curb purgatory, the purification order was approved by many churches and was immediately carried out.

The craziest one among them is naturally the Church of Death!

As for the Supreme Sun God? He rarely descended oracles and did not seem to require much faith power from the Lord's world. Therefore, the church power on the Lord's continent is very small and just a stronghold.

However, even if there is only the church of Death, the consequences will be very terrifying.

After experiencing bloody battles with the demons, those soldiers who were fighting on the front line just came down from the battlefield. What greeted them was not flowers and applause, but prison and stolen frame!

...

On a battlefield.

Jay wore armor and waved a fighting spirit.

Squirt!

The strong fighting spirit was like a training, running through a demon.

Immediately, there was also a feeling of fullness that made him realize that his power had been strengthened, and that clear and visible change made people unconsciously addicted to it.

"The more you kill, the stronger your strength. Soon, I can break through the bottleneck of fighting spirit and enter the realm of a high-level professional!"

Jay clenched his fists, his eyes full of excitement.

What does it mean for a high-level profession?...wealth, power, status and beauty at your fingertips.

For an ordinary professional, this is a dream, it is everything!

However, he was a little scheming and kept hiding his strength secretly. No one said that, just to prepare for a big splash!

"I changed my defense!"

Another day passed, and the reinforcements finally arrived late.

Seeing this scene, even Jay couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relaxed.

Even he can't withstand such a high-intensity battle.

"Come... line up one by one to receive the priest's treatment!"

After getting off the defense line, a team of military judges came over and spoke in a stern voice.

"When did the country become so luxurious? Even ordinary soldiers can enjoy the priest's treatment?"

Jay blinked and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Seeing soldiers lined up and passing through an aperture in an orderly manner, he thought of some kind of examination, not treatment.

"Is it..."

A bad possibility suddenly spread in his heart, causing his hands and feet to feel a little chilled.

"Next!"

Unfortunately, these professionals, with special priests, could not escape at all.

Jay gritted his teeth and came to the pastor.

He glanced at him and found that the other party was wearing a black robe with the image of a griel embroidered on it, and was a priest of the god of death.

"Detection halo!"

The priest raised his hand and issued a magic trick.

If you just ask for discernment, it is much easier than healing, and the corresponding magical technique was quickly developed.

At this time, the aperture came to Jay, but suddenly turned purple and red.

"Hmm? Jay Fighter, you need treatment, please come with me!"

Jay obviously observed the coldness at the bottom of the other person's eyes, and couldn't help but tremble: "I...what can I do? I'm so good..."

"Haha... This is a unique method of demons, and uses hidden methods to spread the plague! Please believe us!"

The priest waved his hand and the two military judges came over directly.

‘I believe you guys!’

Jay rolled his eyes in his heart, but shrugged his shoulders on the surface: "Where do you need treatment?"

"Please go to the big white tent on the edge, please rest assured, it's just a simple treatment, very soon!"

The priest smiled and said, but his expression reminded Jay of the poisonous snake.

He moved his foot reluctantly and came outside the tent.

Huh!

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, lifting up a corner of the tent.

Good eyesight immediately made Jay see the body of a soldier, lying on the ground in pain.

"This is... a trap!!!"

Jay's back hair stood upside down and subconsciously wanted to escape.

Unfortunately, a spell fell on him, which immediately made him weak and fell down softly, and was carried into the tent.

Iron chains, axe hooks, and a strong smell of blood, look like a huge slaughterhouse.

Many original warriors were bound to pillars, waiting to be slaughtered like lambs.

"Why……"

Jay looked around and saw many familiar faces, all of whom were comrades who had fought side by side with him, and couldn't help but squeeze out sounds from the cracks of his teeth.

"You heretic!"

The priest glanced at him in disgust: "Heresis should be purified! In fact, you should be grateful because even if you accept the power of the evil god, my Lord is still willing to take in your dirty soul!"

"Heaven? Is it because of...that power?"

Jay always thought he was hiding well, but at this moment he was extremely frustrated.

"Yes... Anyone who has accepted the power of the evil god is a heresy. Whether it is an ordinary soldier, a profession, or even aristocrats, must accept the 'processing'!"

The priest had a cold face and waved his sickle, cutting off the head of the most captive.

Broken bones!

The heads rolled on the ground, and blood gushed like a fountain.

‘Is my ambition... going to end here?’

Jay's heart was filled with despair, but suddenly, he felt the demonic power on his body move, as if he had seen the most delicious prey.

The tent was lifted and another knight was escorted in. The feeling of power made him salivate.
To be continued...