Chapter 203 Dancing Plague, Chief Heretic Judge
The Silver Sword is a legendary weapon like the Sword in the Tree, and is even more precious than Pan's Flute.
Although humans cannot exert the true power of legendary weapons, if they can possess them, they will have more hope of being promoted to the Holy Realm.
The Holy Land is the only way for a human to become a god.
The more divinity a person has in his body, the more qualified he is to achieve the Holy Realm.
Instruments that contain divinity, such as the Silver Sword and the Sword in the Tree, can increase the possibility of visiting the sanctuary.
Based on the memory of his past life, Yeats remembered that since the end of the era when heroes such as Fred, the Red-haired King, and the Elf King came to an end, no more holy places were born in the world.
The gods are limited by the laws of the material realm and cannot directly intervene in the Atrium Continent. They can only intervene secretly in the form of incarnation, possession, or divine selection.
Yeats speculated that the King of the Wild Hunt, who can jump repeatedly between the divine realm and the material realm, is a saint-level powerhouse, and with the increase of the Eternal Spear, he can rival the gods.
Although He is invincible in the material realm, but in the divine realm, He may be equally helpless.
"The fellow said that it would be difficult for him to get rid of the other apostles. If he faced the Holy Light, which at least had high divine power, there would be no difference from seeking death."
Yeats glanced at the dining table and put the peanuts on the table. The little squirrel stuffed into the cheek pouch secretly said:
"As for the drill, even Teacher Candela probably won't be able to defeat it in a head-on confrontation, but there are many deceptive methods that can make it easier for me to secretly fight..."
Between the witch and the church, and the conflict between the forces of hell and the kingdom of God behind them, trying to obtain the mistletoe and the mistletoe sword is no less than pulling chestnuts from the fire.
Even with the help of dental drilling, Yeats felt that he still had to use all available forces.
"The relationship between the Mages Guild and me is relatively friendly. Although I will not go with Teacher Candela on this trip to Broken Mountain, I can ask for his support if necessary."
Yeats secretly said: "I remember, the activity The witch high priest 'Cersei' who is responsible for Lilith's summoning ceremony is Candela's old lover. Maybe they can create some sparks and work together to deal with the hounds sent by the Tribunal!"
Since the Tribunal! After Father Andres used himself as a sacrifice to summon Remiel and was buried in the Jueling Mountains, Yeats had not heard about the news from the church for a long time.
Logically speaking, if a bishop who is qualified to be a vessel for the apostles dies like this, there will be some movement in the church.
But at present, the church is either very satisfied with the results of "plundering the divinity of winter" brought about by Father Andres' sacrifice, or it has already started taking action, but was blocked by some force. .
"It's unlikely to be the Mages Guild. The Snow Owl had not yet become the Magic God's Choice at that time, and was not that important in the eyes of the seven members of the Mages Guild."
"Archbishop Torbin of the Northern Province is a pious mist Believers, it is possible that he may have violated the orders of the Papal State.”
Yeats thought to himself: “There is also a possibility that after all, it was his foster father who resisted everything...”
No matter what, on this trip to Broken Mountain, I am bound to meet the black monks from the Heretic Tribunal again.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
How to cooperate with the witch is what Yeats is currently thinking about.
According to the prophetic advantage, Yeats' eyes flickered and he thought silently.
“Before the Night of Valpus, there is a pre-plot called [Dancing Plague].”
“In a town under the Broken Mountains, a woman suddenly looked like Possessed by evil spirits, he came to the streets and danced non-stop, eventually causing a riot involving hundreds of people. A bizarre incident in which famous citizens danced wildly until death. "
"The source of the [Dancing Plague], the red dancing shoes, was transformed by the divinity of the ancestor witch Lilith. Both the witch and the church need to use red dancing shoes. Shoes to complete the Advent Ceremony”
"Perhaps, I can use the red dancing shoes to make a fuss..."
Yeats thought to himself: "Maybe I can let Daisy have fun and let the trickster profession break through the third ring!"< br>
*
Lundu, Royal Oak Tavern.
The tavern is located underground in a wealthy area, and is guarded by two burly low-level extraordinary beings.
The interior is dimly lit, with a huge oak bar in the center. Customers surround the bar and chat in low voices in twos and threes.
Different from common noisy taverns, the owner of this tavern likes to be quiet. In addition to beer, he also provides aged wine and expensive coffee, and even attracts many nobles to patronize.
In the deepest part of the tavern, in a separate room, the magic chandelier on the wall releases a soft halo, and two charming Yisu fox girls open the red velvet curtain for Crane, reflecting the What catches the eye is a mahogany table.
Behind the table, there sat a silver-haired old man with a majestic and stern face. His hair was meticulously styled, and he wore a thick waistcoat. The hand placed on the table wore a large emerald ring.
Klan took off his hood and placed it on his chest, nodding in greeting.
Immediately, Crane sat down on the high-backed chair in front of the table and took the tobacco from the box handed to him by the fox girl. His eyes were shining like an eagle and with a smile on his face:
"Let me do it. Isn't it just for me to taste tobacco?"
Anthony tapped his fingers on the mahogany table and said slowly:
"I trust you, Crane? Baron, it’s a good thing that you are capable and don’t stick to your family background. You and Baron Yeats should have received the last reward, and everyone is happy.”
Klan was silent for a moment, slowly. He exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Tell me, what happened this time?"
"I have a business in Sternberg. Now that place has become corrupt. According to the news coming back, it is said that the devil has set off a curse there. Hundreds of citizens danced day and night, and there was a carnival. "It's disturbing."
Anthony said: "I want you to solve this matter, and the reward will be satisfactory to you."
"Devil?" Crane said thoughtfully. No wonder ordinary adventurers dare not accept this commission, but..."
"I remember that there are many drug addicts in Sternberg, and there are also many hallucinogenic plant fields on the mountain. Could these be the same group? A hallucinogenic incident?" Crane looked at Anthony.
Anthony looked at Crane deeply and said:
"Those medicinal fields are the property of the monastery, Crane, my business has a bottom line."
Klan smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Okay, but if I really meet the devil, I can't deal with it. What should it do?”
“Escape.”
Anthony’s tone was flat, with undeniable authority and coldness:
“Then summon me and I will solve it. Devil.”
Crane's eyes flickered.
The old man in front of me, who held a high position in the Adventurer's Guild, was once one of the most powerful demon hunters. It was rumored that he had actually killed demons from hell.
Klan estimates that he is a sixth-ring transcendent, a powerful man at the top of the entire Midgard Continent, and has the highest say in the Adventurer's Guild.
Thankfully, Anthony and his Adventurer's Guild do not openly engage in the trade of hallucinogens. As for secretly... Crane concluded that the old man's words had great credibility.
Justice... Crane muttered:
"I will go to Sternberg to investigate this group dance incident, Mr. Anthony, happy to cooperate."
The old man showed a cold smile and said: "If you have some spare energy, you can burn down a few brochures." The monastery on Mount Ken."
"What did you say?" Crane was startled.
"Haha, don't take it to heart, leave as soon as possible, Mr. Crane." Anthony said lightly.
Klan put on his hood, nodded and left.
Anthony stared at the smoke lingering in the air, and ordered to the fox girl beside him:
"Get a mage to come over and purify the air. I don't like the smell."
*< br>
Broken Hill, Abbey.
The monastery is located in a desolate valley, surrounded by dense forests and cliffs. The Gothic main tower stands tall, giving people a sense of forest and suffocation.
In the backyard of the monastery, the dense red flowers are enchanting, and the vast medicinal fields are covered with these wonderful flowers.
The young monk responsible for cultivating these plants, about ten years old, looked at the sea of flowers. The painful and struggling faces of drug users flashed in his mind, and he felt that the beautiful sea of flowers also had a sinister atmosphere.
At this time, a warm palm was placed on the head of the young monk.
"Andel, what's on your mind?"
A holy and kind breath suddenly poured into the young monk's body, making his state of mind extremely peaceful.
He slowly turned his head and saw a monk in black with a square face and a kind smile. He said respectfully:
"Back to Judge Pedro, I'm fine. I'm sorry for making you worry too much. "
Pedro smiled and said: "In that case, come with me." "What are you going to do?"
The sun shines on Pedro's square face, and his smile is as perfect as a saint statue , but the young monk was inexplicably afraid.
"Go and save the lost lamb."
Clang——
The castle door slowly opened.
Andel followed Judge Pedro, looking around uneasily and curiously.
The chief judge never allowed him to enter the castle, saying that he was only eligible to enter after he officially became the judge.
At this moment, Andel was walking in a long and narrow stone corridor, with burning torches hung on the tall stone walls on both sides, and the shadows on the wall were eerily shaped.
With his peripheral vision, Andel noticed a silver metal door with a gap in it.
Driven by curiosity, Andel stepped forward, and suddenly his pupils shrank to a point, and he felt that the blood in his body was frozen.
It was a secret room filled with various instruments of torture and murder weapons. There were still stains of blood on the walls, and specimens similar to animal skins were hung.
Suddenly, Andel felt his shoulders being held, and he wanted to scream loudly, and Judge Pedro's gentle voice sounded.
"You're going in the wrong direction, little Andel, it's this way."
Andel followed the presiding judge in despair, and the scene just now flashed back in his mind. What was the purpose of that slaughterhouse-like room? What are you here for?
At this time, Judge Pedro’s gentle and reassuring voice sounded again.
“When did you follow me, little Andel?”
Little Andel took a deep breath and said:
"Returning to the presiding judge, it was ten years ago."
Without the presiding judge's adoption, I would have froze to death on the roadside long ago.
It was at the most desperate moment that the kind monk who reached out to him was as holy as an angel in Andel's eyes.
Later, Andel learned from the presiding judge that his mother was actually an evil witch, and that his father colluded with the witch, which led to the destruction of his family.
“Don’t worry.” At that time, the presiding judge said gently, “As long as you put aside the past and follow me, everything will be fine.”
Since then, Andel has become a trainee monk behind the Chief Inquisitor. He has witnessed him helping the poor and spreading teachings. Under his influence, he has determined to become a heretic inquisitor.
“Unknowingly, it has been ten years.”
Pedro walked in front, his tall figure elongated by the sunlight passing through the glass, and sighed:
"It's time for you to formally contact the heresy trial."
Andel was startled, and then his eyes showed excitement, and the fear just now disappeared: "Really?"
Pedro smiled, turned around and stroked Andel's head affectionately, then led him into a courtroom.
In the center of the courtroom is a high platform, with sunlight shining through the stained glass behind the high platform.
In the dock below the high platform, thick iron railings tightly surrounded several women with ragged clothes and haggard faces.
Their figures are slender, their hair is messy, and their eyes are full of despair and fear.
Pedro led Andel to the spectators' gallery, and immediately stepped onto the stage, with a low and dignified voice, and began to pronounce the defendant's crime.
Between the burning oil lamp, the strong fragrance of pine wood, and the mottled light and shadow, little Andel suddenly felt a little dizzy, and felt an indescribable feeling of terror envelope him.
He vaguely heard words such as fornication, uncleanness, and witches, so he softly asked the monk next to him:
“But they are not extraordinary, so how can they be witches?”< br>
"Extraordinary people are more difficult to catch." The monk sneered, "It doesn't matter whether they are witches or not. The presiding judge thinks they are witches, which is very important."
Little Andel froze in place, feeling Being hit by a heavy hammer, his brain was buzzing.
Night falls.
The black-robed monks surrounded the torture rack with expressionless faces.
The fire burned brightly.
The burning smell and heat wave hit, and little Andel felt nauseous, his body was stooped and he kept vomiting.
A warm palm rested on his head again.
Little Andel raised his head tremblingly and fearfully: "The judge..."
The firelight illuminated Pedro's solemn and solemn square face. He was wearing a black robe and holding a black leather scripture. A loving smile.
“Remember our mission, Andel, we must let the flame purify sin and clear the obstacles for the arrival of the apostle of God.”
“Just like... Andres Priest, like that?" Andel said in a daze.
“Andrés, has been posthumously declared a saint.”
Behind Pedro's mask-like smile, there was a fanaticism that Andel couldn't understand.
"When necessary, I will also embark on the same road of martyrdom."
*
In the north, the cold wind is biting.
The man in black armor rides on an eight-legged horse, galloping with the black mist. The sky behind him is filled with thunder, like the wrath of a god.
"Isn't it just to kill one of your apostles? Don't you still have six? As for being anxious with me?"
The King of the Wild Hunt looked up at the sky and cursed.
"Listen for yourself, what are these words!" From the sky, a majestic oracle containing anger was blasted.
“Do you think that hiding in the material realm, I will be helpless against you?”
The sky stirred up a huge vortex, and the holy light revealed a man with long golden hair and a red cross sword. The handsome man spread out his dazzling wings, with a scowl on his face.
The one who is near God, Michael.
One of the Seven Archangels, the most powerful apostle, known as the King of Holy War, he once killed the red dragon named ‘Satan’.
Satan is a general term, which means "the enemy of God". From this perspective, Lucifer can also be called Satan.
Suddenly.
The meteor-like spear pierced the sky, carrying the rolling thunder, and instantly blew the incarnation of Michael to pieces!
The King of the Wild Hunt retracted the flying Spear of Destiny and said coldly:
"Call again?"
The sky exploded, and the majestic divine power forcibly penetrated the boundaries between domains. , turned into a bright golden light spear.
Boom! !
The light spear fell to the ground and instantly leveled dozens of miles around.
The King of the Wild Hunt escaped into the black mist first.
From the black mist, His cruel words came: "Don't think that I don't know the plan of the Apostle of the Moon."
"You traitors, come one, and I will kill one." ! ”
(End of this chapter)