Weird Wizarding World

   Chapter 227 Retire

   The billowing smoke and dust dissipated, and several figures of believers emerged.

   Judging from the costumes, under such an unexpected attack, the three priests survived such an attack!

   Fortunately, ordinary believers have only one lucky…

   The bright red flames ripped through the air and hit the front!

   "Ah!" The screams suddenly sounded,

   "Abelists!"

   Immediately afterwards, dripping blood splattered, and the believer's body was neatly split in half from the shoulders down and fell into the ruins under his feet.

  'No...no believers survived. ’

   Colin let out a breath of turbid air, and the orange-yellow fireball in his hand began to brew.

After the    fireball technique had broken the limit four times, it could no longer be summed up with fireballs. It was only to hide his strength that he chose the most inconspicuous form of fireball.

   Above the ruins, the remaining three wizards stood in an inverted triangle subconsciously, and two ordinary priests concealed the young priest behind them.

  Although the two priests only slightly obscured it, in fact, because the young priest's body was too thin, Colin was almost out of sight of the young priest.

   could only barely glimpse a pair of calm dark red eyes from the gap.

   "Keep attacking!" Kingsley shouted.

   Follow his orders!

   The stalemate between the two sides was suddenly broken, and magic and witchcraft clashed.

   As Kingsley said, those three priests were only at the first-order level. At this moment, under the siege of their eight first-order wizards, they soon fell into a disadvantage and retreated.

boom.

   The priest on the right in front of him, who turned into a giant, stretched out his hand with difficulty to block the next fireball.

next moment.

  Pooh!

   But a huge scar was cut on his thigh by the bright red flame.

   "Father Naris!" He turned back and snorted, "It can't go on like this!"

   "Haha good witchcraft! Your Excellency Margaret." Kingsley couldn't hide his smile, "Things went better than I thought!"

   He looked at the thin priest, his eyes full of greed.

   Recording the information from the bracelet on his wrist, he has not forgotten... This priest is worth at least 5,000 contribution points!

  Colin looked at the skinny priest who was hiding behind him and released an attack from time to time. For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.

   Those calm dark red eyes that seemed to hide the churning lava were really too seductive.

  ‘Let’s fight as quickly as possible! ’

   His eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand again to shoot a fireball.

  Boom!

   Watching the orange fireball strike again.

   Father's eyes flashed a trace of grief.

   The power of this fireball is not great, and the speed is not fast, but it is often stuck in a very uncomfortable timing and position, frequently interrupting the rhythm of his battle, which makes him very annoyed.

   This time was no exception. He heard a pop, his left waist was torn apart by the unavoidable witchcraft attack, and he couldn't help groaning.

   "Hi..." The priest took a few breaths, then turned his head again and said solemnly: "Father Naris!"

   His eyes were firm, as if he had made up his mind.

   Naris, who was as thin as a skeleton, stared at him, sighed softly, and nodded slowly.

   "The Lord will remember your efforts, Father Vincent."

   "Father Naris!" At this time, the priest on the left also turned his head and shouted in a deep voice. His face was pale, and he was clutching his left arm, and the blood continued to flow down... Obviously, he was at the end of the shot.

  Although the priest didn't say anything, but looking at his firm eyes, Nariston understood when he sighed, his lips moved and murmured:

   "The Lord will remember you too, Father Paco."

   Then, his dark red eyes closed gently, as if he couldn't bear to see the next scene.

   At the same time, his voice fell.

  The two priests took a few deep breaths, their chests rising and falling like bellows, and their eyes suddenly turned red!

"what!"

   "Ahhh!"

   Then, after they raised their heads and roared together, they didn't say much. They took off the flaming **** emblem on their chests, lifted their witch robes, and thrust them into their left chest!

  Pooh!

   The sharp tip of the flame **** emblem was forced to reach the heart!

   A large amount of blood spurted out from the wound immediately, but it dyed the entire divine emblem red in an instant.

   followed.

  Teng!

   In the painful groans of the two priests, the **** emblem was like fire, and the blood and flesh were firewood!

   Starting from their left chest, a cluster of dark red flames suddenly rose up, and then spread rapidly around the body, turning them into two burning human-shaped torches.

   As the flames burn, their breath grows stronger and… unstable!

   It's like a volcano about to erupt!

   All this is a long story, but in reality it is only a moment.

  In the field of vision of Colin and the others, they only saw that between the rise and fall of the rabbits, the two priests suddenly pulled out their badges and stabbed at their left chest.

   "No, go all out now!" Kingsley changed his face and hurriedly shouted.

  Then, as they stepped forward, the aura of the two priests became higher and higher, almost reaching the level of second-order wizards!

   The situation was reversed almost instantly.

   Colin's face froze, and he keenly noticed that after the raging flames, the thin priest Naris did not take the opportunity to escape, but was chanting something softly.

   His dark red eyes were dyed with beating firelight, which matched with his indifferent, thin, almost skeleton-like face, like a monster!

   "Rewind!"

   Looking at the two flame godfathers who seemed to be expanding in front of him again, Colin was shocked, subconsciously said in a deep voice, and quickly retreated behind him!

"Um?"

   "Colin you?!"

   "Why are you running away!"

   The faces of the wizards around changed slightly, and subconsciously shouted.

   Morin and Margaret also wanted to question Colin.

   But the next second, a turbulent heat wave came faintly!

   Looking back, the two priests who turned into torches started to inflate like balloons at this moment.

   Countless dark red lights emanated from the meandering crevices of their cracked skin with heat waves!

   Those two priests have come before me at some point!

"not good!"

   Morin and Margaret saw this, their expressions changed greatly, and they hurriedly stepped back like Colin.

   "Poison Rage..."

   But at such a critical time, the last Meier just stood there, gazing at the two priests and muttering in a low voice.

   "Go away!"

   Margaret said angrily in her heart, the direction of her retreat was blocked by Meier.

  Shoo!

   A long flame whip formed from her hand and slammed it heavily towards Meier!

"what."

  Meier then reacted, and let out a pained cry like waking up from a dream.

   He stared at the two dark red fireballs attacking him, his pupils almost shrunk into needle-like shapes, and his face was terrified.

   But it was too late.

  Boom!

   The two priests could no longer sustain themselves and burst apart!

   The dark red flames swept the audience, drowning almost everyone!

   (end of this chapter)