The rolling dust and smoke cleared, revealing the silhouettes of several followers.
Judging by their attire, in such a sudden and unexpected attack, those three priests had somehow survived!
But fortunately for the common believers, there was only one lucky...
A bright red flame tore through the air, striking forward!
"Ah!!" A scream suddenly erupted,
"Believer Abel!"
Following that, splashes of vibrant blood fell to the ground as the believer's body was cleanly split in two from the shoulder down, falling amongst the ruins at their feet.
'No... No believers survived.'
Colin exhaled a murky breath, the orange-yellow fireball in his hand beginning to ferment.
After the Fireball Technique had gone through four Limit Breakings, it could hardly be summarized by the term "fireball" any longer, but to conceal his strength, he had chosen to use the most inconspicuous form of a fireball.
