Stiles took a step forward and laid a gray-black shield in front of him, and the scimitar was shattered into pieces. The mist scattered into the grass, and the green grass immediately turned yellow.
"Holy shield! Are you from a cult? What cult?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Yes, but as for which cult we belong to, I can't tell you. I really can't believe that a holy Catholic priest is so skilled. I say, blond handsome guy, besides the Bible, where are all these guns hidden on you? Can I let my sister feel them?" Medulisa asked with a smile. In the process just now, Harry has changed five pistols.
"This is my industry secret." Harry replied with a smile.
"Boy, do you think you can hurt me with bullets alone?" Stiles shouted angrily.
"This, I have to try it before I can answer you." Harry
