Chapter 191: Actions of the Tribunal
Located in the Holy City Kasili in the Engelland Empire, it is a holy place for believers in Orosun continent who worship Enos. Every day, countless believers come to pray with crutches in hand. The square in front of the holy city is full every day. The templar warriors patrolling around the people were probably used to the constant noisy sound of prayers, and they were very comfortable sifting back and forth to see if there were any beautiful believers, and create a beautiful night memory together.
Cross the square where believers gather, cross the largest statue of Enos in history, which is 80 meters high, and arrive at the Castel Sant'Angelo in front of St. Peter's Basilica. This place is covered with cross flags and is full of people. In the Templar's fortress is the disciplinary sword of the Holy See, which scares everyone, the wrath of Enos, the official law is the Martyrs' Order, and the people often call it the place of the Inquisition.
At this moment, in the Castel Sant'Angelo, in addition to the residential area and rest area of the castle, as well as the underground prison and execution hall, the only remaining parts are the two departments of the Inquisition.
Inquisition, and Judgment Hall
As mentioned before, the Inquisition Hall has thirteen halls. The priests inside are called executioners, who are responsible for capturing and killing heretics. The Inquisition Hall has a different nature. Their members are called inquisitors. After the executioners capture the heretics, they are handed over to them. The judge conducts interrogations, makes decisions, formulates charges and announcements, collects relevant heresy information on a daily basis, and issues arrest warrants to the magistrates' hall to carry out arrests. Strictly speaking, the power of the trial hall overrides the two originally equal departments in the magistrates' hall. In the course of time, The people under the long river gradually transformed into upper and lower classes.
At this moment, a handsome-looking judge was holding a scroll, running up the stairs from the execution hall underground, crossing the prison and running to the back of the fort. Looking at the floor paved with exquisite white flowers, he calmed down his violent breathing. , knocking gently on the wooden door, only to hear a clicking sound, this dark-haired man who looked very shy said softly: "Director, the latest information" "Come in"
A tired voice came through the wooden door. The man opened the door gently, and what he saw was a large and messy study room. Piles of books were piled together like garbage. I didn't know it, but I thought I had walked into a big study room. rolling hills
And deep in the hills of this sea of books, a middle-aged man wearing a red robe and a gorgeous shawl on his shoulders, with messy silver hair, was frowning and writing quickly on a piece of parchment. He wrote his name, one after another. The parchments were all wanted heretics, and the signed name was called Oaksville.
Oakesville, the thirteenth Cardinal Archbishop, who is also the director of the Inquisition, is the left and right arm of the Pope. It is unbelievable that he controls the organization that makes all races on the continent fearful. The legendary fanatic among fanatics, Oakes Weir turned out to be such a tired and unremarkable uncle.
When Oxwell saw him coming in, he didn't say a word. The man seemed to be used to it and climbed over several stacks of books. Then he slipped from the stacks of books as if he was drifting and stood in front of Oaksville's case very skillfully, quietly. Waiting for this diligent leader to finish the work at hand
"Ah" After a while, Oxwell breathed a deep sigh of relief and threw away the quill in his hand. He held a glass filled with red wine in one hand and picked up a few coins from the bucket placed beside him with the other hand. The magic core was thrown into the yellow-glow magic lamp on the desk. After feeling the weak magic lamp light up again, he took a sip of red wine and picked up the document he had just signed and checked it carefully, his mouth was exhausted. He said: "Come on, I have to go see His Majesty the Pope later."
The man smiled slightly, placed the parchment in his hand gently in front of Oxwell's case, and then said to himself: "We have found out that the dark wizard who suddenly appeared is the Sam Redo Night Owl Master Guild." It stands to reason that with the strength of the great magician of the Guild, even if he really survives some lost black magic books, he still cannot make a whole fortress die instantly."
Oxwell stood up without comment, picked up the parchment, took a sip of red wine, and looked at the information on the parchment as he walked to the door. The man followed him out of habit and began to explain: "By executing We discovered the corpse brought back by the officials. This is a very powerful magic."
"Why?" "Even among black magic, soul peeling is a very high-end magic. It has to be able to peel off the souls of fifty thousand people at once. The integrity of the soul fragments in the corpse alone will make those who specialize in studying corpses their whole life." The judge was shocked" "Oh?"
At this moment, Oxwell was a little surprised and couldn't help but stop and wait for the man to continue explaining. But he heard his face solemn and said slowly: "The soul-peeling technique is like peeling off the skin, but we can't see the soul and we can't touch it." to the soul
So even if it is peeled off by an extremely skilled mage, there will be more or less minor flaws. But those old men and I stayed in the basement to study for a whole month, and we came to the conclusion that it is, "Perfect" "Perfect?" "Yes, sir, it's so perfectly peeled off. You can't imagine those old men seeing such a perfect masterpiece. They were so happy that they almost died there."
"Wait a minute." Oxwell suddenly realized something and interrupted the man's slight teasing. His face gradually became serious and he said, "Are you just checking a dead body?" The man who immediately understood what Oxwell meant was also deeply concerned. He sighed and murmured with a slightly frightened look: "Sir, you guessed it right. There are nearly 50,000 corpses in the entire fortress, and the souls are all peeled off perfectly."
"Hiss" Oxwell took a breath of cold air. He suddenly understood what a serious problem this was. Such a masterpiece, if it was done by a lich, he would never believe it because to do this, at least thousands of lichs would have to work together. It can be done and it is possible that the taboo product of lich has no longer appeared on the mainland.
"Also, sir, please take a look." When the man saw Oxwell's expression, he took out another piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to him. Oxwell only saw a magic circle drawn on the parchment. The man was confused when he saw it thrown at him. His eyes immediately explained: "This is a magic circle. It looks like an alchemy magic circle. Although I don't understand this aspect, this magic circle covers the entire fortress."
"Covered? What do you mean?" Oxwell immediately asked the man and said with emotion: "Sir, I don't know when tunnels were dug under the fortress. I thought they were tunnels, but these tunnels are crisscrossed, so I asked the executive Let’s check this formation carefully, it looks like the interweaving of underground tunnels.”
"It seems that this Sam Redo is just a puppet on the table. The guy who can achieve such results must be manipulating behind the scenes. It's incredible." Oxwell said in a tone of emotion. The man immediately heard this. Asked: "Could it be the light?" "Corleone, please pay attention, this is a forbidden word" "Yes, I was presumptuous." Corleone immediately lowered his head and admitted his mistake.
Oxwell shook his head and shook the intelligence report in his hand, hating iron. "Have you asked the mages in the Forest of Herlit Tower? Could this be something they did?" "Demon Mentor Nacimodo reiterated to me righteously that this was definitely not their fault, and they also inspected and interrogated the mage in detail."
"So, what do you think about the demon thing?" Oxwell asked next, and Corleone immediately said matter-of-factly: "Isn't the civil strife in the Masons' Union caused by the involvement of Hasassin's assassins? They all believe in demons. The filthy believers are absolute heretics. His Majesty the Pope has issued a declaration of heresy.
This demon must be something done by Hashasin. Not long ago, the king of the Kingdom of Malta and his lords were poisoned to death. Only Hashasin could use such a method. Who else could they be if they weren't them? As long as His Majesty the Pope once again declares that Hassassin is a devil believer and a heretic, it will be fine." "Well," Oxwell nodded in disbelief. Although he thought this was a common sense judgment, he still felt that something was wrong in it.
Oxwell simply shook his head and no longer wanted to take out two pieces of parchment from his arms and handed it to Corleone: "These two things, the first one is the authorized wanted order for the Night Owls and the Black Wizards. The second one is A piece of information, please take a look.”
Corleone took the piece of information, glanced through it quickly, but immediately showed an excited look on his face and said, "Is it true? Sir, there are mercenaries near the World of Warcraft Forest who discovered the undead activities in the forest." "Yes, I guess Their headquarters should be nearby, but in the World of Warcraft Forest, although it may be a trap, you still have to go and call the people in the referee hall. This time, you have to do it perfectly before things get too big. If it is solved perfectly, The prestige of the Holy See will naturally increase, if it cannot be solved."
"I understand, sir." Corleone immediately ran downstairs excitedly and rushed straight to the lobby of the referee's hall. But Oxwell shook his head with a doting look, tightened the gorgeous shawl around his neck, and walked towards St. Peter's Basilica, went to see the Pope
"This is an order, in the name of the Thirteenth Cardinal Archbishop Oakeswell, to dispatch the first chamber, the second chamber, the third chamber, the fourth chamber, the fifth chamber, and the sixth chamber of the Inquisition, a total of three hundred and six Fifteen executive officers and six CEOs immediately packed up all their equipment and luggage and headed to the Warcraft Forest surrounded by the Principality of Kasmi. The nearest Night Owl Black Wizard would probably rest in the forest. What you have to do is to capture him alive as much as possible. Destroy their territory and retreat when encountering an enemy that cannot be fought against."
Corleone stood in front of the hall, read the order, put away the scroll, looked at the six CEOs who immediately stood up below and said: "Everyone, how dare the filthy undead dare to do so in front of the supreme Enos in daylight?" "I hope you can fight for hope and justice in the face of the cruelty of life." "Amen" Six people wearing white robes and white hoods bent down, and a CEO headed by Corleone stepped forward to take the scroll and immediately turned around and left. Ignoring these paranoid fanatics, they also left quickly.
When the six CEOs saw Corleone leaving, they immediately gathered together. The one who got the scroll was obviously the CEO of the First Judicial Hall. The middle-aged man with a beard frowned and said: "What? It’s called being able to retreat when you encounter an enemy that you can’t fight against? Doesn’t this mean that there may be an unknown enemy and they haven’t found it out? You are a bastard who wants to save face.” “Farewell, my heart has been heard by others. It’s not like you don’t know, brother, this guy is very popular.” The director’s favor”
"Hey, Maurice, are you right?" These CEOs were talking to each other. A companion glanced at the CEO of the Sixth Hall and immediately asked whether this person was Paladin who had just escaped from the Federation. , the Morris who rushed to the federation he met? "Well, this is not good. I always have a bad feeling."
Morris pulled off his hood and smoothed his golden hair. He was very uneasy when he saw the instructive expressions on his companions' faces. He said in a very uncomfortable manner: "There is turmoil in the Masons' Union. I am The participating dragons, the warriors of the apocalypse, and the demon-possessed leader Hashashin, all powerful but secretive men who had been secretive for thousands of years, emerged one after another. Less than two years later, another dark wizard guild emerged. , actually sacrificed the entire people in the fortress alive at once. Both times were in the Principality of Kasmi. I always felt that there seemed to be something in the dark."
"It seems like someone is controlling behind the scenes, right?" The CEO of the First Hall immediately agreed with Morris's feeling and frowned: "These things should not hinder your piety in pursuing the true God. Our mission is to eradicate heresy and purify. Don't think too much about the undead." Morris saw that his elder brother stopped him from thinking, so he had no choice but to agree.
"Now let's go back and pack our things and ask our subordinates to put down all the tasks at hand and set off together. I always feel that this task is definitely not simple. You must stay vigilant." The other CEOs agreed nonchalantly. Seen it?
Zombies, undead knights, lichs, treants, orcs, and ancient behemoths have all survived. They are real elites. What do a few poor dark wizards have to fear? But no one noticed that Morris couldn't help but feel uneasy at the moment, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more amplified.
Soon after, a large number of executives wearing white robes and white hoods, riding fast horses and fully equipped, quickly left the Holy City of Kasiri and headed straight for the Principality of Kasmi, thousands of miles away (not finished yet) to be continued)
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