A crow landed on the roof of a house not far from the Black Dove Hotel.
Its reddish pupils stared at the figure whispering in the dark alley below.
"Chatta, now to defeat the dream demon in your heart, we have no time to delay any longer."
The presiding judge of heresy looked at the young judge in front of him. After returning to the church, the prayers recited by the priests and nuns in the church had no effect at all.
Faced with such a bad situation, the presiding judge of heresy also considered returning to the Holy City first, and after receiving the blessing of the choir, he would come to deal with the demon.
It's a pity that Nolan's portal is opened at intervals, and the next portal to a neighboring country will be opened in a week.
Until then, they could only kill the demon at the risk of an inquisitor getting out of control.
"It's… running around in my head, do you hear that? There's something sticky crawling inside me."
"Shut up! Chatta, stop describing it! I really want to throw you into the lava."
Another Inquisitor was also trying to suppress the whispers in his consciousness, but he had just finished delivering such a message of complaint.
He felt that some kind of danger was coming, but most of his current consciousness was used to resist those crazy whispers. When he realized that the danger was coming, it was a step too late.
An arrow, a silent arrow, was infinitely enlarged in his pupils. He didn't know where the arrow came from. The last thing he saw in his sight was the front end of the arrow. magic inscription.
The arrow pierced the judge's forehead and nailed him to the wall behind him. The surface of the wall couldn't bear this huge force and a lot of cracks appeared.
The heretic judge instantly entered a state of battle, his eyes began to search in the shadows of the alley, and three consecutive arrows shot at him, the heresy judge waved his hand and pulled out a long sword, using the blade Block the three arrows.
With his other hand, he took out a staff from his black robe, and the top of the staff was inlaid with the pupil of an unknown creature.
When he waved his staff, no inscription appeared, and a force from the origin of the soul was released from the front of his staff, forming a sharp sword-like impact that hit the roof next to the alley.
The impact shattered the bricks on the roof, and a few black feathers scattered along with the debris of the bricks and bricks... A dark figure fell from the roof into the alley.
The figure gradually walked out of the corner of the alley, and when she walked into the moonlight, the presiding judge of heresy widened her pupils.
"It's you... the traitor!" His voice was full of shock, and the figure under the moonlight was a dark elf.
"Traitor? You deceived me!! Concealed the truth about the massacre of my clan, and made me work for you for so many years, now... it's time for you freaks to pay for their blood debts!"
This dark elf is the leader of the black dove. She did not expect that after taking over the task of monitoring Joshua from her master, she would meet such a big... gift.
"We've been looking for you for a long time too! Betrayer..."
The heretic judge didn't show any sympathy. He raised his staff, which was almost a man's height, and slammed it on the ground. At this moment, there was a faint whistling sound of some creature on the ground paved with stones.
The ground occupied by the dark elves began to vibrate slightly, and a tentacle made of unknown energy burst out of the ground and grabbed her legs.
The pupils of the creature inlaid at the top of the staff also opened slightly, and a shock that could not be captured by the naked eye hit the dark elf at a very fast speed. Her body was divided into countless fragments by this shock, but these fragments Soon after, it turned into a pitch-black feather and slowly fell.
"Have you forgotten who taught you your fighting skills?"
A gloomy voice came from behind the heretic judge, a dagger emitting a dark green light pierced into the back of the heresy judge, and the shadow of the dark elf also appeared behind him.
But it didn't take long for the dark elf to realize that something was wrong. What her dagger pierced was not a human flesh at all, but... like some kind of soft creature.
"Our skills and wisdom are given by God..."
He turned his head, almost impossible for a human neck, the dark elf raised his head and looked at this transformed face in disbelief.
"You once had the opportunity to share endless wisdom with God, but you chose the stupidest betrayal, and also... A humble race like you can never understand how great the wisdom of God is, but you should thank me... Because I'm going to give you another peek at what God has... Infinite knowledge before you die."
The moment the dark elf's eyes met his, her head seemed to hit a giant bell on the bell tower, and the pain that was about to be torn poured into her consciousness, and the next second she saw some illusions, And heard some kind of crazy whisper.
She, who was once a member of the Heresy Tribunal, knew what these were, and immediately looked away, pulled out the dagger, and stepped back several steps, but her chaotic consciousness made it impossible for her to think calmly.
"This is why you are humble..." He raised the staff in his hand again, but didn't have time to knock it down...
Some kind of bell sound representing disaster suddenly echoed throughout the alley, and his hand holding the staff also withered in an instant and turned into a dead thing without any breath of life.
The breath of death quietly permeated the entire alley, and the dark elf raised his head in disbelief, and found that a figure shrouded in a worn-out cloak appeared in front of her. Judging from the crack of the cloak, This figure has no flesh and blood... only bones.
Soul Reaper!
The dark elves recognized this almost nightmarish undead creature.
The delighted soul in the soul-reaver's pupils then watched the heretic judge, and his mouth, which had long been turned into a skeleton, made a harsh but gloomy sound.
"Dedicate your soul... to the Duke."
It rang the Calamity Bell in his hand again, and the heretic judge wanted to repair his lost arm, but a large number of resentful souls attacked them with a wailing sound.
If in the past, the mental attacks caused by these resentful souls were not worth mentioning at all, but now there is no need for the attacks of these resentful souls, his own mental state is close to collapse because of those crazy whispers.
When the heretic judge was swallowed by the torrent of resentful souls, it already represented that he could no longer maintain his sanity.
The dark elf also took out his bow and arrow at this moment, aimed at the two judges, suppressed his mental pain, pulled the bowstring and shot the arrow through their foreheads.