The Holy City, the Chamber of Atonement of the Inquisition of Heresy.
It was already late at night, but the Atonement Room was filled with holy light, and the light was penetrating slightly from the statue of the god in the center of the prayer room.
"Father! Please let me hear the choir again... Surely..."
But the scenery in the entire prayer room was not considered holy. A group of people knelt down in front of the statue and prayed. One of them had already fallen in front of the statue and lost his breath.
There was also a strange imprint on his forehead, and the imprint was scorching hot, and the heat generated by the imprint burned the opponent's skull and internal brain tissue together.
Judging from the clothes on their bodies, they are all judges of the Heresy Tribunal.
"It is what the great choir sings that reverberates all around, my child, your lack of response to the whispers of the gods and the chants of the choir shows that your heart has turned away from the brilliance of the gods."
A heretic judge shrouded in a black robe held a scripture and said in a painful tone.
"Go back to God and repent."
"No... no, Father! I lied! I didn't hear the whispers at all! The choir's songs healed me!"
But even if one of them resisted, it was useless. A tall knife and axe hand grabbed the judge, and the next second, a hot brand appeared on the forehead of the runaway judge.
His resistance caused the imprint that exuded a terrifying temperature to burn all the soft tissues in his brain.
This brutal execution didn't last long, and after ten minutes, the four "unqualified" judges had all fallen to the ground.
After the execution was completed, the presiding priest turned around, and all the judges sitting behind him were the judges of the Heresy Tribunal, and there were about a hundred people in total.
Because the location of the Atonement Room can only accommodate hundreds of people, Cheryl was also one of the members of the "trial" who was sitting in the seat watching this scene.
The priests have begun to declare things like "the gods have given them everything, but they have turned away from the brilliance of the gods".
A large part of the judges around Cheryl began to pray, because they were all fanatical believers.
No one would join the shady organization of the Inquisition of Heresy for no reason.
Most of them had disabilities before joining, such as missing arms, legs, and even suffering from a terminal illness and could only live for a day or two.
But after joining the Inquisition, "the gods answered their prayers" and healed these wounds that even high-level Holy Light techniques could not completely heal.
Coupled with a long period of brainwashing, fanatical believers in the entire Inquisition were in the majority.
Cheryl was an exception, she had already seen through these little tricks.
The so-called "betraying the glory of the gods" is nothing more than the idea of "Wow! Why are the choir songs so ugly!!" This kind of thinking is almost deadly.
Then the chants of the choir can't help the inquisitors to dispel the whispers in their minds...
Inquisitors who have long been haunted by whispers are like this, executed as traitors who have turned away from the ways of the gods.
Strictly speaking, Cheryl is now an apostate who "turned away from the ways of the gods" because she has now converted to the Weave and the Caster Forum.
Listening to the song is fun to write a diary with Hearthstone!
The chants sung by the choir and the saint would only make her yawn, but with the magic net, Cheryl was able to get some happy emotions and dispel the whispers in her mind.
The ritual of atonement soon ended, and Cheryl returned to her room as she wished.
She opened the Spellcaster Forum as usual, and the number of replies under the "Diary of an Inquisitor of Heresy" that she wrote in the "Fujian Library" of the Spellcaster Forum a few days ago has exceeded a thousand.
Seeing so many people discussing what she's created, Cheryl has an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
This is far greater than the sense of accomplishment she gets from killing a heretic as an assassin.
After all, she enjoyed the admiration and attention from others more than the desperate eyes of the deceased.
However, because she was temporarily forced to participate in the execution ceremony by the presiding judge, she returned to the room a little later than usual today.
It's been a long time since she updated "The Inquisitor of Heresy", so this time when she read the reply below again, a group of people asked why there is no new content to watch
"Write it right away."
She replied with a very short three words to appease the spellcasters who urged the change, and began to take out her old diary, ready to start updating the latest content.
But at this moment there was a knock on the door of her room.
"Who?"
The interface of the magic net disappeared in front of her eyes, and even the flickering candles in her room were slowly extinguished.
"It's me, Cheryl."
A soft voice came from outside the door, and the vigilant expression on Cheryl's face disappeared instantly. She hurried to the door and opened the door to her room.
Standing outside the door was a woman who looked much older than Cheryl, both in stature and height, especially her breasts…
The golden hair fell through the nun hat on her head, and Cheryl's young figure was reflected in her blue pupils.
No matter how mature this woman looks, it is undeniable that she is younger than Cheryl, and is Cheryl's junior in the Heresy Tribunal... and the one who has the best relationship with Cheryl.
"Dinesha... what's the matter with me so late?"
As a senior, Cheryl guided the nun named Denisa to sit by her bed.
She returned to the Heresy Tribunal in order to save her junior together, but Denisa was different from her.
The faith of this judge wearing a nun's uniform is very firm...
Cheryl wants to convince her to betray the church, and it is very difficult to go to Nolan to play cards in the tavern of the Chaos Demon.
But today, in such a late night, she suddenly found herself, giving Cheryl an opportunity.
"I… "
The expression on Denisa's face was a little hesitant, her hands were clasped on her chest and she held a prayer posture, after she continued to struggle for more than ten seconds.
"Cheryl... I can't accept the choir's chant blessing, those voices keep echoing in my mind... The choir's blessing can't drive them away."
She looked at Cheryl in front of her with extremely uneasy eyes and said.
"I never thought of betraying my belief in the gods, but why can't I be blessed by the choir."
That's because your tastes have changed! Stop listening to the chants! Time to try rock! girl!
Cheryl admitted that the chants sung by the choir have magic that affects the human spirit, such as to relax the human spirit and feel a happy mood.
But after Cheryl's test, this effect is to produce boredom according to time.
She had grown tired of listening to the hymns for decades. Although the nun named Denisa had just joined the Inquisition of Heresy for less than five years, she had already had an effect on the hymns. Immune, it seems she has better taste in music than Cheryl.