Chapter 176 Thug

"He actually brought the high priest out!"

"How dare he?"

"Do you want to stay with the Dawn Church forever?"

...The moment they saw Moreya's actions, the crowd exploded. No one expected that this young man, who was riding a giant wolf, didn't know his specific strength, and looked like a teenager, would actually give their high priest of the Temple of Dawn in Hongye City to him. brought out.

You know, the Dawn Temple in their city does not have an archbishop, so the highest position in the temple is the high priest, and now, this strong man who came from nowhere has actually brought out the top administrator of the temple .

Moreover, looking at the stiff and immobile body of the High Priest, it is known that the High Priest had been cast a spell similar to the immobilization technique.

Treating a top manager of a temple like this is simply daring.

"Sir!" The young Sauron involuntarily showed a horrified expression on his face when he saw the high priest suspended behind Morea and bound by a chain, "You..."

"What?" Morea looked back at the high priest who was dragged behind him and stared at him angrily, with a calm expression, "This guy, can't you cure your sister?"

"But... OK." The boy stammered. He never dreamed that the boy who was willing to help him would be so reckless, "His Excellency the High Priest will definitely be able to cure my sister."

"I'll just say it." Morea nodded, "I chose the most powerful priest in the temple."

Then, Morea walked to the girl's side, grabbed the chain in his hand, pulled the high priest floating behind him to his side, and then released the shackles of Nebula's chain on him.

"Evil!" The high priest shouted angrily the moment his restraints were untied, and the divine aura gushed out from his palm, condensed into a warhammer, and smashed into Morea's head, "Death! "

Four-ring magic, divine punishment!

After realizing what kind of attack the high priest launched, Morea didn't move, not even a symbolic defense.

So, "Bang!" The hammer of holy light smashed into Morea's head, but at the moment of contact, the hammer exploded directly, turning into a little white light and spilling into the air.

This scene made the high priest stunned. He looked at the unharmed Morea in disbelief, "How could it be invalid?"

"Why can't it be invalid?" Morea raised her eyebrows and asked.

"Shouldn't be." The high priest muttered to himself with a dazed expression. Divine Smite is a divine attack against the evil camp, and only people from the good camp can be completely immune.

However, the guy in front of him who attacked the Temple of Dawn and dragged him out unreasonably, how could he be in the good camp? Shouldn't he be a heinous person to do such a thing?

"Your magical practice is good." Morea didn't care about the high priest attacking him, after all, the way he "invited" people to come out was a little rude.

On the contrary, he now feels that in front of him, this pastor is still a bit level. The power of a priest comes from the gods, not from his own cultivation.

Therefore, it is difficult for ordinary priests to perfectly grasp the power they have obtained. Therefore, ordinary priests who use holy smite are ordinary holy light shocks, and the priest in front of them can condense holy light into a hammer, which means that it is still A little level.

"Not bad?" The high priest heard the praise of the handsome young man in front of him, and his face became extremely ugly. To him, this was a form of humiliation, mocking him for not cultivating enough magic arts.

"Okay, please treat this poor little girl!" Morea pointed to the girl lying on the ground.

"I refuse!" Hearing Moria's request, the high priest refused without thinking, "I will never serve evil."

"The result of your attack on me just now, what does it mean, do you need me to teach you?" Morea said while looking at the fairly neat old man who was taking care of himself.

"That was a mistake in my magical practice. I will repent to the great God of Dawn and ask for forgiveness."

"..." Morea silently looked at the great priest who believed that he was an evil person and began to doubt himself, and the corners of his mouth twitched. If he had known earlier, he would have solved the problem without violence.

"Look at your feet, do you have the heart to watch a poor girl suffer from a curse?" Morea pointed to the unconscious girl lying on the ground.

The high priest who was always staring at Morea heard his words, followed the direction of Moreya's fingers with a hint of doubt, and finally saw the girl lying on the ground with a festering face.

"This..." Seeing the girl's appearance, this majestic-looking, gorgeously dressed middle-aged man showed a hint of intolerance and pity on his face, he squatted down, and did not dislike the stench from the ulcers on the girl's body, and directly Start to probe the girl's body.

"How is it?" Seeing the high priest's gesture, Morea rubbed her nose, a little embarrassed, "Can you cure it?"

"Yes, but it's dragged on for too long, and her vitality has been consumed too much." The high priest said in a solemn tone, and then the middle-aged man looked up at Morea and scolded, "Why not earlier? Bring it here at one point?"

"..." Morea narrowed her eyes when she heard the scolding, "What if he sent it here earlier, his brother can't even enter the gate of your temple."

"What did you say?"

"Here!" Morea pointed to the side and looked at the young Sauron expectantly, "That's his sister, he just smashed his head at the gate of the temple, but your guard just won't let him. When he went in, not only was he not allowed in, he also kicked his hand off."

The high priest looked at the ragged boy Sauron's bloody forehead, and his bleeding palm, and then looked at the four temple guards lying beside him who were spitting blood, his face twitched twice, he understood a little, What just happened, and why was he tied up and dragged out of the temple.

"Just because of this, you attacked the temple?"

"Yeah!" Morea nodded indifferently, "Do you need any more reason?"

"You can use more gentle means." The high priest raised his head, looked at Morea, and said in a very helpless tone. At the same time, he threw several healing magic spells at the young Sauron.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Morea smiled. "A fellow race taught me decades ago that things that can be solved with fists should not be used with mouths."

"Thug." The high priest heard Moreya's reply, and scolded in a low voice, and then the divine aura lit up one after another in his hand, and submerged into the girl. He already knew how to treat the girl.

In Moreya's surprised eyes, a gray fog visible to the naked eye rose from the girl's body, and as the gray fog emerged, the girl's festering face began to slowly heal...

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