devil priest in marvel exorcism

The Flame of Judgment, which emerged from the authority of the Gray Knights, carries the divine judgment of death and is the natural enemy of all dark forces.

The voice in Dolby's mouth still did not stop, and became loud and pious.

In the sound of the wind caused by the push of the metal Bible, his chanting voice became louder and louder.

Word after word, it pierced into Casillas's ears like an awl.

"And power was given to him to destroy a quarter of the earth by sword, by famine, by death, by wild beasts..."

Even as a mage, he has heard where these chanted scriptures come from.

Doomsday judgment, creation of new life, "Revelation·Fourth Seal"!

In an instant, the flowing flames were like smoke that completely enveloped Dolby's palms and the Bible held in his palms.

The dry skin and flesh were completely shattered, revealing the miserable phalanges.

Then it became mottled and old in the nameless flames.

Without the urging of will, the "Gravel Hammer" automatically transformed into its second form, like the top of a dead branch with a small group of gray flames suspended in it.

Holy and cold.

This is the weapon that brings judgment in the hands of the Gray Knights in the prophecy of destruction.

After the two authorities of death and soul, the third authority affiliated with the Gray Knight appeared at this time.

The authority that belongs to God alone, the power given to the most favored angels - Judgment.

But this is not enough. The authority of the Gray Knight alone is not enough to support the power of judgment.

At this moment, all the cultists surrounding the two people saw the huge scale suddenly rising into the sky from the darkness.

The balance is unpretentious and a bit dated.

But everyone who sees it can't help but feel a shiver bursting from the depths of their souls.

With the neighing sound of the horses, a big black horse flashed away.

On the scale, at one end stood a dilapidated priest holding a Bible.

His expression was indifferent, and the majestic golden light in his eyes was hesitant, as if he had given up all emotions.

On the other end, Casillas, the original black-armored warrior, can no longer look as ferocious as he used to be.

The black armor that covered his whole body was deemed evil by some force and was stripped off.

The black armor with flesh and blood was violently torn off his body.

Then it seems that the power of darkness has been completely corroded into the flesh.

A vigorous flame appeared under his feet, and the dark energy that had been immersed in his body melted in the high temperature.

Before it could even flow down from the charred body, it was roasted into steam by the flames and burned away.

This is all done almost instantly.

When Casillas reacted, he let out a hoarse and painful roar.

Half of his body had been burned to charcoal.

The entire upper body that once covered the armor, along with the skin and most of the flesh, has disappeared.

Only the charred wound was slowly chapped, and blood with pus seeped out of it.

However, even if the enemy has become extremely miserable, there is only one breath left.

Dolby, who stood on the other side of the scale, remained indifferent.

It's like a different person.

There is no joy of defeating a powerful enemy, nor is there any emotion at the miserable performance of similar people.

Aloof, sacred and proud.

It was as if the other party was just a bug, a stubborn rock.

At this moment, Modu, who was observing the battle through the magic mirror, felt something was wrong.

Because Dolby in the picture gave him a completely different feeling than when he first met him.

If we say, what we saw in the square was that he was an emotional, humble and polite young priest.

Well, now he has become completely indifferent and confident.

Modu always felt that the expression on Dolby's face at this moment was very similar to a certain type of extraordinary creature he had come into contact with.

Arrogant angel.

Modu already knew that the teacher gave Dubi a supreme treasure that combined a variety of powers.

And that treasure has a strong heavenly attribute.

Could it be the influence of that authority?

He subconsciously looked at his teacher, only to find that Gu Yi, who had always been smiling slightly, also had a look of astonishment at this moment!

But how is this possible?

With all the years the teacher has spent and the knowledge and experience he has, is there anything in this world that would surprise him?

Modu asked tentatively.

"teacher?"

Before he could finish speaking, Gu Yi waved his hand to stop what he was going to say.

He stared at the picture on the magic mirror, with expectation and disbelief in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Look again, look again..."

in the mirror space.

Dubi's eyes flashed with golden light, and he did not let go of Casillas, who was about to die.

The filthiness of the flesh has been driven out.

Then, next is the judgment of the soul!

The shadow of the scale became more solid, and Dolby looked at the other end of the scale indifferently.

The sound is like gold and jade striking each other, divine and unlike human beings.

"quiet!!!

I am the Lord's agent, the executor of destruction and judgment.

Now, I begin to pronounce the verdict. "

He had a solemn face, holding a Bible in one hand and a scepter in the other.

"The person being judged:

Human, Casillas.

Human, Yali Sidika.

Humanity……"

The cultists who had been standing there, stunned by the incident, suddenly discovered that following the voice of the man above them, a life-size miniature scale appeared behind them.

An invisible force appeared and tied them to the main frame of the scales in the shape of a cross like the persecuted witches in the Middle Ages.

"Dolby" spoke quickly but clearly.

After reading out the names of everyone present, he paused.

The originally expressionless face finally showed an arrogant sneer, and he shouted sarcastically.

"Judgment, heresy!

They are all heretics!

All need to be destroyed!

destroy! "

Following his voice, all the bound mages on the ground were ignited with nameless flames.

Suddenly, wailing and painful curses, and the smell of meat and disgusting blood filled the entire square.

This is the fate of heretics, death!

He is no longer a merciful rescuer of a lost lamb, nor is he a demon with violent murderous intentions.

He simply came with the Lord’s mission to judge and destroy.

Regardless of position, regardless of good or evil.

Destroy you, what does it have to do with you!

That's it.

He indifferently took in the miserable situation below and stopped paying too much attention to it.

"Dolby" returns his attention to the other side of the scale.

A hoarse and sharp roar came from the humanoid mass of charcoal.

In the burning of the flames, the black flesh and blood on Casillas' body dried, cracked and fell off.

But the nameless flame, carrying the breath of death, had begun to lick his soul while burning his body.

Death, real death!

At this moment, he couldn't care less whether he would become a puppet of Darkness.

At this moment he just wanted to end this endless pain.

So, he began to call Dormammu from the bottom of his heart.