Chapter 536
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The Holy City.
Messiah had been trying to calm herself down.
Her mentor, the Desireless, had once taught Messiah that a true warrior could remain calm even if a sword was pointed at his forehead.
Unfortunately, Messiah was still unable to do that.
Every time she thought of the hundreds of thousands of people in the Holy City who could be sacrificed by the Nephilic Judges using some evil magic array, Messiah could not sleep for the whole night.
On the other hand, the Saintess Heroria whom she served … was calm enough to make arrangements for the cinema at a time like this.
"Let's leave the posters there for now. Everyone, please finish building the projection hall first."
Heroria instructed the missionaries in the cinema to start making arrangements.
The newly built cinema in the Holy City was still a distance away from the White Thorn Theatre in Noland.
After all, this cinema was modified from the Pope's prayer hall, and the screening hall was still a prayer room.
In order to put the screen in place, Heroria had even removed the statues of the gods in the prayer room.
Only Heroria would dare to do such a rebellious act without hesitation.
"Messiah, do you remember what happened yesterday?"
While Heroria was instructing the missionaries in a 'kind' manner, she also noticed that Messiah's expression was a little gloomy.
"The sacrifice of the Army Commanders and the others?"
Messiah did not want to recall the scene yesterday.
"Their sacrifice was not in vain. At least I have found clues about the Nephilic Judges. There are a total of two places. Your mentor, the Desireless, has already led the Sacred Army to where the Nephilic Judges might be hiding." Heroria pointed at the ground under her feet. "The second place is here, but I am not sure if it is this cinema or the street outside. Messiah … I need your eyes to find the Nephilic Judges."
"I will do my best."
Messiah had only heard about Heroria's plan today, but Messiah had not sensed any abnormalities among all the missionaries she had come into contact with so far.
Time passed until noon. With Heroria's smile and encouragement, the missionaries finally finished decorating the cinema.
"Today, I have witnessed everyone's hard work. Next, let's show this building to the world with a brand new look."
Under the Saintess' instructions, the first cinema in the Holy City began its first day of operation.
Messiah followed Heroria to a room on the second floor of the cinema.
From where she stood, Heroria could see the cinema entrance and the hall through the window.
This was the perfect place for surveillance.
Messiah also closed her eyes and focused on using the 'third eye' given to her by the heavens to sense the people walking into the cinema.
"Did you find them?"
"No."
Messiah's gaze swept across the people in the theater. The Grey Fog on them was almost undetectable.
"Let's wait. This is the only entrance to the depths of the cinema. I have engraved 'shackles' on the walls of this building. If someone breaks in, I will know immediately."
"…"
Messiah closed her eyes and continued to expand her range of perception, but still found nothing.
… …
Bishop Kobler sat not far from the Pope's prayer hall.
"Brand, it's time to act. Go … For the glory of the Lord reappear."
A hoarse voice rang in Bishop Kobler's mind. 'Brand' was his name in the Court of Heresy.
He closed his eyes. Countless voices echoed in his mind. There were women and men. They kept whispering in Kobler's ears, and some were hysterical roars.
Ever since he became a judge, he had heard these crazy voices every day.
"It's not easy for Brand to extend your second life."
The hoarse voice rang in Kobler's mind again, accompanied by a burning pain in his back.
He was the commander of the Third Legion of the Sacred Army, a hero respected by thousands.
But during a mission, he was attacked by a terrifying monster. He was seriously injured and relied on the power of the Holy Light to barely return to the Holy City.
Before he died, Kobler made a choice, and that was to become a member of the Inquisition.
The power of the Inquisition did heal him, but it also shackled him and branded him. He was never a slave to the Grey Fog.
Bishop Kobler took out a bottle of gray medicine. It was a medicine to suppress the Grey Fog.
The Inquisition, who had been seriously eroded by the Grey Fog, could no longer find comfort in the singing of the choir. Only this strange medicine could relieve his pain.
The pain in his mind was too much for him to bear, but his trembling hands could not hold the bottle.
In the end, Bishop Kobler bit the glass bottle and drank the gray liquid together with the glass shards.
Only then did the pain in his mind ease a lot.
"Very good, Brand forward. There has been a shortage of supplies recently. You need to perform well enough to get new supplies."
Bishop Kobler propped up his body and used the ability of the Inquisition to turn into an ordinary human male. He walked towards the Pope's prayer hall in the distance.
He tried to resist and used many methods, but the end result was only to make the 'chains' that wrapped around him even tighter.
And even if he stood on the side of the Holy City, he did not think that the Saintess would accept him as a hero who saved the people.
He would be executed.
So he understood that no matter whether it was the Inquisition or the Holy City, there was no point in struggling.
All Bishop Koebler could do now was to hang on in this way.
"The apprentice of the Desireless is really nearby? Unfortunately, Brand … That bottle of medicine can make you become like an ordinary person for a certain period of time. Please complete your mission as soon as possible. "
Bishop Kobler walked into the auditorium. After stepping in, he found that the layout of the auditorium had completely changed.
Although he heard from the spy that Heroria was remodeling the hall, it had nothing to do with their plan.
Bishop Kobler quickly walked towards the place in his memory, but when he was about to enter the prayer room, a missionary stopped him.
My identity has been exposed? Bishop Koebler instantly prepared for battle.
"Sir, please go to the front to buy the movie tickets," the missionary said to Bishop Kobler with a smile.
Movie … tickets?
Bishop Kobler vaguely remembered hearing this term from somewhere. He looked at the hall in the distance.
A group of people were standing in front of a counter, waiting to buy something.
He did not have the patience to queue up, but the gaze behind him prevented him from doing anything drastic.
He had no choice but to blend into the crowd. After waiting for more than two minutes, he finally came to the counter.
"There are two movies currently on. Which one would you like to see?"
The female ticket seller was obviously trained, and she skillfully asked the customer in front of her.
In the movie … That was just a trick of the Chaos Devil. Was it really the Saintess and the devil who colluded?
Bishop Kobler did not have time to think about this. He glanced at the two posters handed over by the ticket seller.
He did not care about the names of the movies on the posters. He was more concerned about where they were.
"I want a ticket for the first screening room," he said impatiently.
"'The Shawshank Redemption', right? Thirty silver coins. "
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