I can't believe that no one would have thought that such a terrifying beast as the "One-horned Tyrannosaurus" could exist in such a remote place.
The thin man took a breath of cold air. He had just injected all the sacrificial grace into the fat man's body. That was equivalent to the power of dozens of people!
Now he has to maintain this altar. After several months of preparation, he must not make any mistakes now.
Just when he stretched out his hand to strengthen the magic circle, his right hand was penetrated by a sudden attack.
"ah!!"
He screamed, with a black spear stuck in his right hand. In just a moment, his hand was pulled by a huge force, the tendons and muscles were broken, and the entire palm left his arm.
The altar collapsed, and the people wailing in the pool of blood were finally freed. However, they were all seriously injured and were unable to stand up.
"Sorry everyone, I'm late."
This is a charming male voice, and his tone is full of apology.
"Who is it? Come out!"
The thin man's right hand was gushing blood, and the fat man ran to his side to protect him.
"What's the point of hiding?"
They roared, but they did not expect that a sudden sneak attack would ruin their months of preparations, and he, a noble Bodhidharma priest, would also lose his right palm.
"oh?"
The man chuckled, his leisurely words full of elegance.
"Sorry, I'm not hiding."
He was sitting on the roof, the slender chain was wrapped around his fingertips, and the broken palm flew out from the front end of the dart, hitting the thin man's thin face.
The moonlight is bright, the night sky is blue, and the sky is filled with stars.
Under the stars, on the roof.
The deep black judgment robe is stained with white snow particles, and the silver collar button has the pattern of "Fallen Angel".
The loose robe was originally used to hide the judge's figure, but the robe could not hide his strong body. The soft armor exposed underneath was also deep black, as if it blended into the night.
The silver mask on his face only covered his eyes. He held his chin with a short beard in his hand and looked proudly at the crowd below.
He was like a nobleman, sitting on the throne, looking down at the people.
Winton is actually a warm and harmonious town.
In the early morning, people will sit at the dining table and eat bread and soup with their families. After eating, the children will go to the church academy to learn hymns, and the adults will work amidst the children's songs.
At noon, the children will have some simple lunch in the church, and then go back to help their families work. The children herding sheep will lie down on the green lawn, and the long and soothing sounds of the cows and sheep will echo in their ears.
Looking at the clear and clear sky in front of me, there are white clouds floating in the sky that look like the desserts made with sugar by street vendors.
In the evening, people began to clean up their stalls and hid in bed next to the stove, listening to the sounds of cats and mice and imagining their wonderful chase scenes...
He makes people forget the pain on their bodies and recall the plain and beautiful town after dawn.
He is so out of the world, there is purgatory underneath, and people are watching the light.
Curious residents quietly opened their windows and looked through the cracks to look for him.
He stood up, and the silver glow of the full moon left a noble and mysterious silhouette.
The chief judge is the head of the three chiefs. Each mission must assign three chiefs as the overall person in charge: the chief executioner, the chief adjudicator and the chief judge.
The executioner serves as an iron fist, crushing the enemy's fangs.
The chief judge serves as the eyes and ears, knowing all directions of heaven and earth.
As the leader, the presiding judge holds the fate by the throat.
The presiding judge is the highest-ranking person appointed by the "Heretical Tribunal", and the supreme presiding judge's authority is second only to the pope.
And he was the presiding judge, and he was the first person to come, but he arrived last.
However, it seems quite timely.
"Well……"
The dwarf Gila, whose head was kicked to the ground by the one-horned dragon, raised his head again, perhaps because of his luck.
However, at this time, he jumped down from the roof, stepped on Gila's head accurately, and landed extremely gracefully.
"ah!!"
Gila's poor head was stepped into the mud puddle again, half of her face was full of holes, and black liquid was leaking out.
He moved his feet away. The soles were covered with metal spikes and had flesh and blood on them.
This man proved with his blood that he was not an elegant gentleman, but an outright thug.
Fighting violence with violence has always been the creed of the Inquisition.
They are thugs, the biggest thugs. Sweeping away obstacles with an absolute iron hand has always been their method.
"kill him!"
Gila rolled on the ground, the wounds on his face hurting so much that he almost fainted.
The fat man rushed over. He had the brute force to throw away the one-horned tyrannosaurus.
The thin priest, who had lost his right hand, released spells containing countless resentments from his left hand.
And he raised his hand, a faint light emitting from his fingertips.
The fat man rushed to the front, and punched him with his fist as big as a sandbag.
But he jumped lightly, as nimbly as a dancer, and the charged blow landed in the air.
The tip of the index finger of his left hand touched the fat man's mountain-like eyebrows. The cold touch made the fat man stunned.
Divine magic·shining.
Facing such magical attainments, the Chief Judge couldn't help but feel ashamed. His ability to control this high-level magical skill in such a subtle way demonstrated his ability in the field of magical arts.
The extreme light enveloped the fat man's fat head, with such a concentrated burst that in an instant, the fat man's eyes were burned out.
The chain dart in his right hand wrapped around the fat man's neck and dug into the folds of his skin.
Swipe and pull...
The iron ring of the chain made a crisp impact, and I don't know where he got the strength to actually make the fat body of at least three hundred pounds fall backward and drag it. At this time, this giant was as fragile as a baby.
"Don't come over here!"
The thin man was trembling all over, and the brutal attack technique was like mist and breeze in front of him, only bringing up the robe of the presiding judge.
At this time, the presiding judge held another chain in his right hand. It was brought by the soldiers to block the road. It was as thick as an arm.
But the presiding judge could swing it easily. The iron chain was like a thick whip, and it was swept directly towards the thin priest. The thin man, who was not good at dodging, immediately screamed and he was beaten hard.
"Sir, be careful!"
People warned.
The fat man suddenly stood up behind the presiding judge and punched him in the head.
Bang...
The silver mask fell to the ground. The face under the mask was very ordinary. He was a middle-aged uncle who could be seen in the streets and alleys. However, a scar on his face made this ordinary face more complicated.
A bit vicious.
Well, he himself doesn't care about this.
"Hey? Interesting."
This punch that could break the rock did not leave any marks on his face. The man smiled and pinched the fat man's thick neck with his left hand. His fingers sank deeply into it, and then he gathered his five fingers together. The fat man stared.
His bloodshot eyes let out a suffocating cry, and his twisted and deformed throat oozed blood.
"Sad...it's actually him..."
The chief executioner reluctantly stood up with the help of others. He remembered the news that he had laughed at before. The correspondent said that their chief judge this time was a big shot. The chief executioner thought he was just a "big shot" with a lot of pomp and show, but he turned out to be a really big guy.
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"Second Judge, Beno Corrington."
The chief executioner closed his eyes. Although he would not pity these bugs who deserved death, there was no need to see what would happen next...
A moment later, the three people were tied together with thick black iron ropes.
The thin man's spine was severed and he lost consciousness on the spot. As for the fat man, steel knives were inserted into his limbs. The power of the blood rune disappeared with the massive blood loss. At this time, it was the fat man who lost his fighting power first.
The dwarf is still conscious.
The soldiers surrounded the three villains who had their fangs pulled out, ensuring that there was no chance of them escaping.
The man known as the "Second Judgment" bent down to pick up the mask from the ground, shook the dust off, and put it back on his face.
"Ah! I want to eat you! Eat your flesh, gnaw your bones! Drink your brains..."
The presiding judge straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, while the dwarf Gila was still cursing behind him.
So he turned around, walked slowly, as if admiring a flower, and held Gila's chin.
"You...uh...uh!"
Come on.
This flower is ugly and not worth viewing.
Gila could no longer utter those disgusting words, so the presiding judge removed Gila's jaw.
"First meeting, Chief Judge."
The chief judge and the chief executioner walked to him with the help of others.
"Oh, you dealt with these cultists who were only third or fourth level and caused them a lot of casualties. It's really..."
"I'm very sorry. I'm incompetent."
"That's all, there's also the problem of me not arriving in time."
After speaking, the presiding judge looked up at the bright moon in the sky, then turned around and left.
"I have other things to deal with, so I'll leave the follow-up matters to you."
"As commanded."
The chief judge and the chief executioner bowed respectfully to the man's back.
The chief executioner pressed the wound on his chest and said with some confusion: "Is this the 'Second Trial' Beno Colinton?"
"Well, I have seen his portrait, there is no doubt that it is him."
The old chief judge coughed twice. It was indeed a blessing to meet such a big man.
The top leaders of the Heretic Tribunal will also perform some ordinary tasks in their spare time. The lower-level priests have the opportunity to act with these big shots. However, the world is so vast, and it is purely luck that this "Second Trial" will appear here.
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"In the 'Thirteen Trials', Lord Colinton of the 'Second Trial', who is second only to Lord Canon, the First Presiding Judge, is really an unreasonably powerful monster."
"Oh, who among the 'Thirteen Trials' is not a monster? How much strength do you think the second presiding judge used before?"
"Two percent...oh no, one percent?"
"Haha, old man, are you kidding me?"
"Uh? Isn't that right?"
"The Second Judge Advocate has been just 'playing' from the beginning. These three heinous cultists are nothing more than trash fish in his eyes."
…
The second presiding judge, Beno Corrington, looked back at the small town. The disturbed residents turned off the lights and went back to sleep. To them, this was just another idle topic. What would happen in the end?
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"Second only to... Canon, tsk, it's really unpleasant."
Beno Corinton's six senses are far beyond ordinary people. Even if he is a hundred meters away, the private discussions between the two people will not escape his ears.
But what they said was indeed true. Although he was a little annoyed, he wouldn't express anything.
"Suramar, let's go."
Bono's Tyrannosaurus unicorn walked out of the front door of a residential house, and the owner's family behind him waved to it cordially.
"You bullied someone?"
【without】
The unicorn dragon shook his head, and he didn't bother to care.
As one of the "Thirteen Trials", he had to bear the heavy responsibility of eradicating the evil in the world. He traveled from place to place day and night, and everyone around him left one by one. Only this silly dragon stayed with him.
This is the only thing that makes him happy...
Over the years, he has been very busy, very tired, sometimes injured, and may even die.
To be honest, if possible, Bo Nuo would like to go into seclusion.
Saving the world is really not a very interesting thing.
So what exactly makes him keep fighting?
Bo Nuo looked at the night sky. In the night sky where the stars were shining, there was a familiar face looking down at him from above...