Seeing so many toads suddenly appear beside him, Phil Gray was disgusted. "Burning!"
He channeled most of his divine power outwards, and the Dawn Flame blazed fiercely, instantly turning the ground into a sea of fire, essentially roasting a toad.
Since obtaining the Death Stone, he has been able to freely squander the divine power that others use sparingly, seeking only to maximize the effect of his skills.
"Ugh!" The disease-afflicted being who summoned the toad grimaced, his clothes catching fire, his weakened body unable to extinguish the flames immediately.
"Damn it!" He stomped his feet in anger, and a group of blood-red rats appeared on the ground, crawling toward Phil Gray who had appeared.
But the swarm of rats only elicited a soft laugh from the other side, and countless flying blades rained down on the rats, pinning them to the ground one by one.
To add another ingredient to the still-burning flames, there was a razor-blade rat.
"Aaaaah! Damn it!" He summoned swarms of snakes and bats in succession, but they were easily roasted by the person opposite him, as if they were being served as dishes.
"My nemesis, my nemesis!" he muttered to himself, his face pale, unable to summon anything for the time being.
Another patient with the illness also started to act. He began to shake his head and hum an unknown tune, with waves of sound emanating from him.
The moment Phil Gray heard that voice, he felt a throbbing pain in his temples; this guy actually had a skill that could attack the mind.
It seems the only option is to finish this quickly!
Despite the pain in his head, Phil Gray unfurled the Wings of Dawn behind him, raised the Blazing Sun Sword, and swiftly flew towards the two sicklings.
Why did they suddenly close in when they were supposed to be attacking from a distance? Wizards are most afraid of close combat!
They were clearly startled by the flying enemy, but a blood-red shield quickly enveloped them; it turned out the mental attacker had switched skills.
The two sick beings were actually quite adept at the art of survival. Instead of releasing diseases and ugly animals, they poured all their divine power into the protective shield and hid inside to save their lives.
Both of these guys are at the divine level and have stored up a lot of divine power.
Phil Gray couldn't break it open for the time being!
They're supposed to be divine beings, why aren't they showing up? Why are they so cowardly?
Phil Gray made occasional sarcastic remarks, but they only elicited angry shouts and curses from the two men, who never actually came out.
Realizing that the commotion here would soon attract other people, he had a sudden idea.
"Hmph, let's see how much divine power you have!"
"Wall of Fate! Burn!"
He flew into the air and erected four towering walls of fate around the two sick people, tightly enveloping them, and then threw the flames of dawn into the walls.
Phil Gray smiled slightly, exhaled, and immediately drew divine power from the Death Stone to replenish himself.
Looking up again, the four walls were so high they seemed to stretch to the horizon. With so much divine power supporting them, they could easily last until tomorrow.
Soon, screams of agony echoed from inside.
Phil Gray kindly flew up and poured several more barrels of wine from the space into it.
"You're getting a bargain; this is a top-quality vintage of destiny."
Hearing a lot of footsteps, Phil Gray flashed into the darkness and headed towards the Cathedral of Destiny.
...
The statue of the God of Fate stood at the entrance of the cathedral. Phil Gray saw the various slimes and bloody black handprints smeared on the statue, and his face darkened even more.
He suppressed his anger and quietly slipped into the backyard.
The bustling activity on the street seemed to attract no attention from the archbishop, or perhaps he had become accustomed to the occasional resistance within the conquered territory.
A long table was placed in the most spacious and bright room in the backyard.
The candlelight flickered gently, casting shadows on the ground.
Egnus stared intently at the girl's body on the table.
Her long hair fell to the ground like wild grass, her wheat-colored skin looked healthy and full of vitality, and her forearms and legs had smooth muscle lines, with every pulse beating powerfully.
"What a beautiful body! I can't wait to see it gradually decay, to see the beautiful little creatures multiplying in this warm soil, to hear the hissing sounds coming from the throat filled with red worms, hahaha..."
He held a bottle of red, sticky liquid in his hand, which resembled blood but wasn't. It was bubbling and gurgling inside, as if countless tiny insects were swimming in it.
The girl had her eyes closed, as if she knew nothing about anything.
Phil Gray frowned when he saw the familiar-looking thing in the bottle; it was the very same bug that had appeared after Barry's death!
Just as he was about to make a move to stop the old man from harming others, he saw the girl on the table let out a delicate shout, flip herself up, and wield a gleaming dagger in her hand, swinging it towards Agnes.
Egnus was unable to dodge in time and was slashed across the face by the dagger.
The ruptured tumor oozed foul-smelling pus, and the girl jumped off the table in disgust, a bow and arrow appearing in her hand.
Aegnas seemed oblivious to pain, staring at the girl with near-obsessive fascination. "A chosen one of the gods, how wonderful!"
He gently squeezed the staff in his hand, and the staff bloomed like a lotus flower, sending several small, lotus-seed-like balls flying towards the girl.
The girl moved nimbly through the small balls, not forgetting to nock an arrow and fire three arrows at Egnus in quick succession.
Each sword strike carried the power of destiny, ensuring its hit, and pierced directly through Egnus's chest!
"Hahaha! It's just some rotten flesh, do you want it? If you want it, here you go!" EGNA laughed wildly, his hand passing through his withered chest, pulling out the arrow and bringing out blackened, rotting flesh.
The girl's expression changed, and she saw the Archbishop of Disease teleporting close by, grabbing her neck, and plunging the feathered arrow covered in rotting flesh into the girl's throat!
"A trade of fates!"
Phil Gray quickly activated the Scales of Fate. Although the Scales Saint Spirit, Little Heaven, had fallen into a deep sleep, as the owner of the sacred object, he could still use the Scales of Fate.
The girl stared wide-eyed in despair, but then everything was turned upside down!
The arrow pierced through the wrinkled, gray neck, while the girl stood unharmed.
Phil Gray pulled her behind him, erecting a wall of fate in front of them.
"Cough." He coughed up a mouthful of blood. Forcibly exchanging the fate of a god-level benefactor who was of a higher level than him had caused him considerable backlash.
Although he could easily find a table and chair to take the harm in place of the girl without suffering any backlash, he simply couldn't resist seeing that cruel and disgusting guy, Egnus.
This is called using their own methods against them!
However, such physical harm is only a minor obstacle for those suffering from diseases whose bodies are already decaying and who crave extreme pain.
Aegnas pulled the arrow out of his mouth, along with a few broken teeth, and revealed a satisfied smile.
"Looks like there's still one little bug in there."
He arrived in front of the two almost instantly. The girl drew her bow and shot an arrow again, while Phil Gray charged toward Egnus with the Sunblade in hand.
"Both the skills of fate and the skills of dawn, you wouldn't happen to be the Pope of fate, would you?" Egnus dodged the attack and looked at them with a gloomy expression.
"Yes, you're disappointed, aren't you? I'm not dead." Phil Gray's eyes were frighteningly cold, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Oh ho, so you must have seen that idiot, right? Tsk tsk tsk, my best experimental subject. The treasures in this bottle were all cultivated on his body! If I didn't want to use him to get rid of you, I wouldn't have let him be ruined like this. What a pity..." EGNAS looked as if he had lost his most handy tool, with a regretful expression.
Phil Gray could no longer suppress his anger; wings of dawn unfurled from his back, and he flew toward Egnus.
The Blazing Sun Sword, carrying flames that seemed to burn everything, slashed towards Egnus, but the diseased bishop's body twisted and turned as easily as clay, causing his attack to miss its mark.
The girl's arrows, however, hit their mark almost every time, leaving Agnus's already emaciated body riddled with arrows.
"This body is nothing but a lump of rotting flesh; we're better off without it!"
Egnus exploded, his body putting on a fireworks display!
Then, a cloud of red mist condensed into his shape and enveloped Phil Gray.
He enveloped Phil Gray's body, the mist corroding his fair skin and leaving red scars.
"Your Holiness the Pope!" the girl exclaimed through gritted teeth.
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