Could saliva kill someone?
Without a doubt, the spit Father Stra had spat out was even more powerful than a bullet. A human body clearly could not withstand it, but Joe was obviously no ordinary human.
Block it.
The dense Power of Death transformed into a curtain-like wall, directly refusing to let it reach him.
Joe shook his head and sighed. "I don't know whether I should be happy or angry. You always manage to give me something different every time... Hmm, I can't count this as a surprise."
The Priest widened his eyes and looked at him suspiciously, utterly shocked. "I thought I was already mysterious enough. I never expected you to speak even more nonsensically than I do. I almost couldn't handle it! Fine, it seems this Priest has finally met his match today!"
As he spoke, Father Stra reached out and pulled a rolling pin from beneath his priestly robe. Flour still clung to it. He raised it high. "A thirty-year-old rolling pin. It served the Church for over thirty years and carries the scent of an old granny. Everyone who's used it says it's great!"
Joe shook his head and flicked his finger. His shadow instantly expanded into a gigantic Black Circle... The area covered by the circle seemed to turn into a black pool. Something instantly surged out of it!
Two enormous three-headed hounds, their entire bodies black.
The moment they appeared, they pounced directly at Father Stra.
Joe looked at Teacher Prin and suddenly said, "If you and this Priest attacked me together, you might be able to stop what I'm about to do. But the truth is, you've never succeeded."
Teacher Prin frowned deeply. What the hell was this inexplicable future perfect tense?
Teacher Prin waved his hand, clearly looking as though he