MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing-Chapter 61 Border specialty fireball and waterball

Chapter 61: Fireball and Waterball, Border Specialties

 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.

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

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.

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

 Only three people.?

Moreover, they are all carrying staffs, and there is not even a single warrior who can resist.

 “Hiss..waaah!”

 It also has the function of amplification.

The Kaman Scout of 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.

Moreover, what kind of creature is this?

Angry out of shame, it is obvious that Arthur, who ran naked, has a sense of ridicule more than anyone else.

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

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

 Then the giant thing appeared in everyone's sight.

The sufferings of a saint are more pleasing to his god.

 For this elite team, massacre is just a trivial matter.

But he didn't expect that Arthur would lift up his staff directly and use his extremely high martial arts talent to knock Sharp away. The latter took a few steps back, pointed the staff directly at Sharp's crotch, and started making.

 Seems like one blow can kill.

 Very clear.

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

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

 Only pain can better please the gods.

 It’s because I underestimated the enemy too much.

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

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.

 What are these guys like?

The 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 were slowly revealed.

Morale has dropped a lot for no reason.

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

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, majestic and majestic.

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.

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.”

He also came up with such an outrageous fireball technique!

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

  He once dug out the fetus of a pregnant woman, causing the woman to bleed to death; he also pulled out all the nails of a child, burned through his skin, and caused the child to die of infection.

Sharp indulged himself in this painful art.

Even though the warlock closed his vision, the lion's roar was still imprinted in Sharp's mind and would not dissipate for a long time.

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

He can still resist a mere fireball spell.

 And he gradually understood that life also has distinctions.

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

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.

 Sharp was so angry that he laughed.

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

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

The scouts and warriors with eleven magic points, the warlocks and priests with ten magic points, the assassins with thirteen magic points, and he, the soldier captain with seventeen magic points, were their most elite second-tier team.

 “Senior Sergeant Sharp.”

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

This is exactly the spirit of chivalry.      .Turn off shared view.”

“Fireball, is this his fireball?”

 But it doesn’t matter, Sharp didn’t intend to kill them in the first place, as long as they suffered.

This time the prey is just a group of fledgling quasi-saints.

Soldier Captain Sharp also calls himself a murderous artist.

 The cooperation is quite tacit.

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.

 Which birth gave him the idea?

 Now his teammates are still far away from him and must move back.

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

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

 But it was obvious that he underestimated the enemy.

 He is one of the protagonists of the original work.

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."

 Sharp was horrified and felt intense heat between his buttocks.

The blazing flames suddenly burst into flames, the skin was quickly burned, and the faint aroma of roasted chicken could even be smelled around.

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

  “.?”

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

 Sharp doesn’t really care.

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

“[Fireball]” Arthur chanted divinely.

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

 He can guarantee that life will be worse than death for the saints.

Sharp pulled out the 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.

 “The saints of the Astral Church have already begun.”

 They are both believers and soldiers.

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

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

 —“Here come the water balloons!”

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