Chapter 124
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A crow landed on the roof of a house not far from the Black Pigeon Inn.
Its glowing red eyes stared at the figure whispering in the dark alley below.
"Chata, we need to defeat the nightmare in your heart now. We don't have time to waste anymore."
The Inquisitor looked at the young Inquisitor in front of him. After returning to the church, the prayers of the priests and nuns in the church did not work at all.
Faced with such a terrible situation, the Inquisitor considered returning to the Holy City first and getting the blessing of the choir before coming back to deal with the demon.
Unfortunately, there was a time interval between the opening of the portal in Noland. The next portal to the neighboring country would open in a week.
Before that, they could only take the risk of losing control of one of the Inquisitors to kill the demon.
"It … is running around in my head. Do you hear it? Something sticky is crawling in my body. "
"Shut up! Chata, stop describing it! I really want to throw you into the lava. "
The other Nephilic Judge was also trying hard to suppress the murmurs in his mind, but he had only just conveyed this grumbling confidence.
The last thing he saw was the magical inscription attached to the tip of the arrow. He felt that some kind of danger was coming, but most of his consciousness was used to resist the crazy whispers.
An arrow, a silent arrow, magnified infinitely in his eyes. He did not know where the arrow came from. The last thing he saw was the magical inscription attached to the tip of the arrow.
The arrow pierced through the Nephilic Judge's forehead and nailed him to the wall behind him. The surface of the wall could not withstand the force of the arrow and began to crack.
The Inquisitor immediately entered combat mode. His eyes began to search the shadows of the alley. Three identical arrows were shot at him. The Inquisitor waved his hand and pulled out a longsword, blocking the three arrows with the blade.
His other hand took out a staff from his black robe. The tip of the staff was inlaid with the pupil of an unknown creature.
When he waved his magic staff, no inscriptions appeared. A kind of power that came from the source of the soul was released from the tip of his magic staff. It formed an attack that was like a sharp sword and attacked the roof next to the alley.
The impact shattered the tiles on the roof, and a few black feathers fell down along with the debris. A pitch-black figure fell from the roof into the alley.
The figure slowly walked out from the corner of the alley. When she walked under the moonlight, the Inquisitor's eyes widened.
"It's you … traitor!" His voice was filled with shock. The figure under the moonlight was a Dark Elf.
"Traitor? You lied to me! You hid the truth about my race and made me work for you for so many years. Now … it's time for you monsters to pay with your blood! "
This Dark Elf was the leader of the Black Pigeons. She didn't think that she would receive such a huge … present after accepting the task of monitoring Josh from her master.
"We've been looking for you for a long time! Traitor … "
The Inquisitor did not show any mercy. He raised the staff in his hand, which was almost as tall as a person, and slammed it on the ground. At that moment, a faint scream came from the pebbled ground.
The ground that the Dark Elves were standing on began to tremble. A tentacle made of unknown energy broke out of the ground and grabbed her legs.
The pupil of the creature inlaid on the tip of the staff opened slightly. A force that could not be seen by the naked eye struck the Dark Elf at an extremely fast speed. Her body was cut into countless pieces by the force, but the pieces soon turned into black feathers that slowly fell to the ground.
"Have you forgotten who taught you how to fight?"
A cold voice came from behind the Inquisitor. A dagger that emitted a dark green light pierced into the back of the Inquisitor. The Dark Elf's figure also appeared behind him.
But soon, the Dark Elf realized something was wrong. Her dagger did not pierce into human flesh. Instead … it was like some kind of soft-bodied creature.
"Our skills and wisdom are all given by God …"
He turned his head and looked at the Dark Elf with a neck that was almost impossible for a human to do.
The Dark Elves raised their heads in disbelief as they stared at the face that had been transformed.
"You once had the opportunity to share God's boundless wisdom, but you chose the most foolish of betrayals. That's right … A lowly race like you will never be able to understand how great God's wisdom is. But you should thank me … because I'm prepared to let you once again take a peek at God's boundless knowledge before you die."
The moment the Dark Elf's eyes met his, she felt like her head had been hit on a bell tower. The pain of being torn apart rushed into her consciousness. In the next second, she saw some illusions and heard some crazy whispers.
As a former member of the Court of Heresy, she knew what it was. She immediately looked away, pulled out the dagger and took a few steps back. But her chaotic mind made it impossible for her to think calmly.
"This is why you are so lowly …" He raised the staff in his hand again, but before he could knock …
Some kind of bell that represented disaster suddenly echoed in the alley, and the hand that was holding the magic staff instantly withered and became a dead object without any signs of life.
The aura of death quietly filled the entire alley. The dark elf raised her head in disbelief, only to find a figure shrouded in a tattered cloak in front of her. From the gaps in the cloak, she could see that the figure had no flesh and blood, only bones.
The Soul Snatcher!
The Dark Elf recognized this almost nightmarish undead creature.
The Soul Snatcher's eyes stared at the Inquisitor. He had already turned into a skeleton, and a harsh but gloomy voice came out of his mouth.
"Give your souls … to the Duke."
It rang the Bell of Disaster in its hand again. The Inquisitor wanted to repair his lifeless arm, but a large number of resentful souls attacked them with the sound of wailing.
In the past, the mental attack caused by these resentful souls was not worth mentioning at all. But now, he did not need these resentful souls to attack him. His own mental state was close to collapse because of the crazy whispers.
The moment the Inquisitor was swallowed by the torrent of resentful souls, it meant that he could no longer maintain his sanity.
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