"In God's name, I shall cleanse all that is unclean!"
"Forgive me, lost mortals. To preserve your purity, this is the only thing I can do. Forgive me, truly, forgive me!"
Tall and broad-shouldered, his face radiating holiness, the bishop stepped sanctimoniously onto the battlefield through the lingering blizzard. His pure white robes with their gold trim, his gentle, compassionate expression, and his resolute stride left the soldiers bewildered.
Was this human who looked like a cleric an enemy?
But why did he look so holy, so handsome? So... like an extremist cleric of Lathander, the God of Dawn?
Watching him weep over the bloodshed on the battlefield, many recalled a certain saying.
"My heart and deeds are as clear as a mirror. Everything I do is just."
Yet the towering bishop never paused. He glided past the adventurers at the front like a moving slab of white marble, meeting no resistance.
Because every adventurer in his path exploded on the spot, shattering into fragments of bone.
Boom!
Scarlet blood ran over the marble-white surface. Clumps of filthy flesh burst one after another. Every adventurer who approached the bishop was unable to withstand the "sacred knowledge" emanating from him and exploded on the spot.
"O God, my God, please save these lost mortals."
Seeing these heretics die before him, the bishop could not stop his tears. He sobbed, snot streaming from his nose. "Come, pray to God with me~"
"Repent before God, worship God, and God will bless us all."
The bishop slid across the ground, sweeping past a Purple Dragon Knight in an instant. The heavy book in his hands opened, and two brilliant white beams sliced through the air and across the knight's body.
Without the slightest pause, the bishop continued onward, leaving numerous adventurers standing on either