However, something even more terrifying happened later. The cloud that rained there came to these evil bandits, and suddenly hail fell. The hail was extremely large, the smallest was as big as a finger, and the big one was even as big as a fist.

Even the warriors were unable to fall. Moreover, what panicked the bandits the most was that they could clearly see that any terrible hail that could burst a blood flower on their bodies seemed to have life, but none of them fell on the people they had captured.

These robbers who ruined all their conscience and human nature immediately captured the captured women and a few men to block them. Sure enough, the hailstones no longer fell on them.

However, these things were seen by other robbers who were still suffering and learned them immediately. However, the women were basically surrounded by a dozen, and only a dozen were pulled out. However, when they saw that this method was effective, they immediately robbed them. As a result, they were killed by unintentional hail in the sky.

Some robbers who were slightly leaning against the plundered women were about to rush over with hail, but suddenly a larger hailton, as big as a head, smashed them into meat paste!

This sinful camp was immediately filled with death and wailing sounds, but Morra, who presided over all this on the mountain, was not soft at all. Because with the sins of these people, it was already a great kindness to make them die like this.

Finally, the hail in the sky stopped. Except for the few scattered wailing moans, everyone dared not speak out. They all looked carefully and panickedly as if they had suddenly quieted down, and it depends on who did such a big thing.

Suddenly there was a huge sound coming from the extremely steep mountain wall. All the living people turned their eyes, and then they saw that the steep cliff, which was close to the upright, suddenly collapsed into a straight line, and it seemed like someone was chopping it out with an axe there, but there was no way to see the cut stone chips. The cliff seemed to be a piece of dough, and a step was rubbed by a pair of powerful hands.

The steps had not yet fully reached the underground, but everyone saw that on the top of the mountain, a god-man in white walked down from the steps. Step by step, neither fast nor slow, but touched everyone's hearts. All those who were suddenly saved were excited because they knew exactly that someone had come to save them.

But the remaining gangsters were all panicked - a god who could emit such a terrifying attack that was obviously not a human force suddenly appeared here, so their next fate could be thought out without thinking. Many people even began to regret why they had to avoid those terrifying hail just now, otherwise if they died at that time, they would not have to live in the fear of being in the coming judgment now.

Although their hearts were filled with fear, none of these mercenary gangsters who had already embarked on the evil path let go of the sword in their hands. If a powerful warrior appeared here, perhaps their begging for mercy would be able to get mercy.

However, if a disciple of God appears, then unless someone becomes a powerful warrior, he will be able to escape his life - just a life that is possible. As for other people, whether they are the believers of holy or evil gods, once they start killing, they will not stop easily.

These people who were still drinking happily just now were full of fear and watched the stone staircase that appeared on the cliff "grow" to the bottom of the mountain. The godly man whose face was shrouded in holy light walked down.

Finally, the man who was extremely afraid and even defeated his instinct shouted and jumped up, threw down the knife in his hand and ran in the direction that was completely opposite to the god man.

While running, the man shouted crazy words, and his eyes were wandering between this man and the gods who walked step by step as if they were walking. However, whether it was the robbers or the rescued people who were excited in their hearts, they couldn't help but retreat when they watched Moral's holy light, which was not flawless, because their hearts could not bear the power of judgment in the light.

Gradually, the god-man who was shining all over his body became closer and closer. Seeing the person who ran away first, he had gradually ran away, and the other gangsters seemed to see hope - did the god-man use up his power? That's why he went down the mountain to kill us personally? With this idea, these people, one after another, could run and run away.

However, some gangsters were seriously injured and could hardly walk. They called for help from their companions, but their companions who were still calling themselves brothers could not stop. As a result, several gangsters who had strength in their hands but had seriously injured their legs were excited by resentment. They suddenly pulled out their knife and slashed at the nearby companions' legs who could run but had not left yet.

The gangster who suddenly encountered such an accident was about to run away, bent and stretched out the pain, but then endured the pain, and then pulled out the knife and chopped the man who was macheteing at him in two pieces. After watching this person, the man who was suddenly cut off his leg endured the pain and wanted to leave, but could not move. The other people who saw this scene were far away from each other's companions and those injured.

However, the god-man is getting closer and the camp is in chaos. When these people run away, they become alert when they see the people nearby. However, some people who are scared suddenly slash at the people nearby with their swords. The lesson of starting first is the best, and then taking action is exposed to the fullest.

Mora approached the camp without any speed and slowness, and he had already seen the behavior of these bandits. When he walked into this side of the camp, most of the bandits had already run to the vast plain on the other side of the camp. Only some seriously injured people were still looking at Mora with expressionless expression or fear, or kowtowed to beg for mercy. Mora stood on this side of the camp and stopped.

After quieting down here, everyone was waiting for the god to say something or do something. However, the other side of the camp became more and more chaotic, and most of the people who escaped died under the sword of their companions.

Morra had been waiting, and finally waited until there was no one in the camp to run away--in fact, not many people ran out, and most of them died under the swords of their own people. Morra raised the staff in his hand and shouted loudly: "Man's sins are presented to God, and today's judgment is coming to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless lightning suddenly dropped from the sky, hitting the people who had already run out of the air.

The people didn't even make any sound, and lightning hit them. They were like ice thrown in the stove, instantly evaporating from this world, with only a few scattered knives scattered on the ground proving their existence.

No one dared to make a sound. Looking at the punishment falling from the sky, no one dared to doubt the identity of this god. The criminals who were still begging for mercy were silent at this time. Such terrifying things have exceeded their ability to accept. Such power is not lacking, but they only appeared in the era of powerful warriors in ancient times or even longer.

Now facing a god who has such power and even more powerful than those newly born little gods in the world, these people no longer know how to do it.

The holy light on Mora's face gradually dissipated, oh no, it was not dissipated, but concentrated in his eyes. The light in his eyes could already be emitted, Mora looked at the camp.

No one can stand under this gaze, and even those captured were lying down on the ground, fearing in their hearts - because their hearts were not completely pure, and they were under judgment at this time. Even a few people with a lot of darkness in their hearts suddenly rushed under this gaze, and they lost their voices and died.

Looking at this scene, there were also several bandits with fantasy in their hearts who suddenly lost all hope - this was an extremely holy messenger of the god, who was not even easy to get dirty, and even those who were saved had to kill the sinful people. Then what fates were determined by these sinful people.

A few bandits with the last courage suddenly drew their swords and slashed hard on their necks, then rushed to the ground and died. It turned out that they were still happy to die under their swords like this, because the rest of the others secretly thought in their hearts that the god man suddenly exhausted his divine power or was suddenly abandoned because of excessive killing or attracted other gods.

But until Morra's eyes "looked" on them, these people did not wait for the last fantasy in their hearts, but died in extreme tragic, because they were not like the bandits who committed suicide and died of blood and suffocation, while those who still had delusions and evil thoughts died in the fear brought by the darkness in their hearts - they were scared to death!

Many souls that were killed by them turned into terrible spirits to hook their souls and pull them out of their bodies! They died like this, and their souls were taken out, but their vitality was still there, but because of death and fear, they continued to practice and struggle, as if they saw the demon king Beizeb.

All the living people were panicked and unable to stand when they saw their soulless body twitching and twisting due to the fear of death.

Finally, all the bandits died. But no one dared to say anything. Even those seriously injured in the camp dared to moan, because what they saw made them rather they had not lived in this world. This was a crazy and chaotic world - a god suddenly came among them and saved them from the sea of ​​suffering, but that was an extremely holy messenger of the god, and no one dared to face him.

Those who had many darkness in their hearts were even lying on the ground trembling, but the more evil people in their hearts had been killed together.

The divine light on Mora gradually faded away from his young man's face - this was a young man with a handsome face like an angel. All the women in Ephraim once guessed in their hearts how many women in Canaan would be fascinated by this child when they grew up.

But none of them would have thought that the angel-like angel would leave Canaan, and what they did not expect was that this perfect and flawless boy would be feared, afraid, and respected by everyone, but almost no one would have touched the girl's feelings for this "terrible" messenger.

Mora looked at those who looked at themselves carefully with more eyes, with fear, and said, "The disaster has passed away. First, you will settle your dead and the injured living."

After saying that, Mora walked up the steps that came. Such a god was extremely terrifying, but he saved these people after all. Those who were brave and flexible immediately stood up and said, "Great and terrifying God, you have done such great salvation for us today, why not stay with us?"

Morra replied, “I’ll come when I go.”

Then he continued to walk his own way and went up from where he came. The rescued people watched Mora walk up the stone stairs of the cliff step by step. Then the stone stairs slowly recovered after Mora left and became the appearance of the mountain wall again.

Until Mora walked back to the top and disappeared, the mountain wall completely returned to its original appearance. If everyone hadn't looked at the blood and corpses in the camp, they would have thought it would have been a dream.
Chapter completed!