"Arrrrggghhhhhh!"

The basement of the church was filled with shrieks of pain, as the members of the church were torturing Arthur and his executives.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!"

They were not enjoying it, but something within them was telling them that they should do it for their Lord.

Unconsciously, Allen\'s seed of faithfulness was forming within their inner body and their thoughts and principles were being changed and was linked to Allen.

*BOOOM*

Then, all of a sudden, a loud boom could be heard and the Plague River Church felt tremors on the ground.

"We are under attack!"

And after a brief moment, Dexter\'s warning could be heard all over their devices.

The first thing that they did was they prayed for protection. Then, they went out of the room and looked for the culprit.

The Plague River Church that was in the process of renovation was destroyed. Its entrance was in shambles and its main hall collapsed.

"How dare they attack the Plague River Church," The Plague Priest was furious. Not just him but also the members of the church. He, then, leaped outside and saw four men near the church and a crowd behind them.

They were wearing a blue badge with a flame symbol and black suits.

The man on the outer right was thin and had a long face. Then, the one beside him was bald and fat. Then, a burly man that did not look good in his suit. And lastly, an old man.

"Plague River Cult, how dare you assault the members of the Azure Blazing Faction!" the bald man yelled.

The four all had the strength of a colonel.

Together, Plague was not a match against them.

"HE HE HE, Plague Master, how have you been?" The old man asked.

"I am no longer the Plague Master. I am now the Plague Priest," Plague answered.

He and the man were acquaintances. Sometimes they fight against each other and sometimes they are on a team.

The old man could manipulate the wind. He can use it to boost his speed, to fly for a brief moment and to create a small tornado.

If the old man could gain a deeper understanding of his ability, he might be able to create a big tornado that could threaten the base. But unfortunately, he didn\'t. And, that was one of his greatest regrets.

But, still, he did not give up. He was hoping that through battle, he could gain enlightenment and boost his strength.

The old man looked at plague and said, "you have been a good acquaintance, Plague."

The old man paused and looked at Plague with a pitiful gaze. He did not see Plague as an enemy. He sees him as a competitor that could help him boost his strength.

"It\'s a pity that you will have to die. You followed the wrong person," the man said.

But Plague did not falter. Instead, he steeled his heart and put more faith in his Lord.

He knew that he did not follow the wrong person, he followed a divine and the divine mark is solid evidence.

The old man shook his head and manipulated the air into a swirl and prevented Plague from shooting poison towards them.

The other three also did not remain idle and began moving towards Plague.

The burly man dashed towards him and gave a punch.

Seeing the three dashing towards him and the old man preventing him from poisoning them. Plague, in return, did not chicken out nor did he try to evade.

If he turns his back on his opponent, he will surely be a corpse.

Plague clasped his hands and prayed for a blessing.

"My Lord, the Divine Spirit of Life and Death, I pray for your blessing."

Then, Plague no longer cared about the result of his prayer and also began his attack.

While the burly man was dashing speedily towards him, he pointed at him and said, "Perish!"

The burly man was stunned as a blob of blackish white energy shot from Plague\'s fingers towards him.

The eyes of the old man widened as he could not blow away the blob. Well, it was not a simple blob, although it was deadly, it felt holy.

This blob made the burly feel dread and close to death.

He tried to evade it. But, strangely enough, the blob followed him as if it was alive.

Fortunately, although the blob was dreadful, it was not fast. He could still evade it, somehow.

But this did not give him an advantage because no matter what he does, he cannot shake the blob off his tail.

While Plague attacked the burly man, the thin man slashed the air using his hands which caused a sword wave that shot towards Plague.

The bald fatty also jumped and bounced towards Plague.

The thin man could create sword waves, the bald fatty could bounce on him and flatten him. Then, the old man prevented him from shooting poison towards them. And lastly, the burly man who seemed to be a fierce martial artist was against Plague.

The fight was one-sided. Occasionally, the divine mark would create a shield that would block an attack towards Plague. And sometimes, the divine mark would burst a divine energy wave that would stun Plague\'s opponent and give him a breather.

As the fight went on, the four were getting stunned on every second. Especially the old man. He was familiar with Plague\'s ability.

Plague could use poison, he could shoot them in the form of a blob or he could spread it in the air. But the energy burst and the shield was not part of Plague\'s ability.

The burly could also tell that whatever Plague was using was not spiritual energy. It was some kind of deadly energy that they could not understand.

Plague kept on receiving injuries, but the divine mark would leak divine energy to fix those injuries.

In the end, they made a tacit understanding and brought out their trump card.

Their trump card was a B-grade gun.

Plague also had a B-grade gun. But it would be too late if he took it out now.

The four took their guns and aimed towards Plague.

Plague knew that one shot from one of those guns would be enough to eradicate him. He wanted to retaliate but the divine mark did not let him because he had already used too much divine energy which was causing him to feel pain.

There was plenty of divine energy stored in the divine mark, but the problem was there was a limit on how much divine energy he could use. And, he had already reached it.

Plague sighed deeply and forced a smile on his face. He knew that he no longer had any options left. Thus, he closed his eyes and hoped that the members of the Plague River Church would be fine and that they would continue following Allen.

"Plague, you\'re out of moves. He, he," The old man said with a wide grin plastered on his face.

A tear fell from Plague\'s eyes as he whispered, "my Lord, this is all I can do."

"I hope and pray that the Plague River Church would remain faithful to you."