A crow fell on the roof of a house not far from the Black Pigeon Hotel.

Its red pupils stared at the whispering figure in the dark alley below.

‘Chatta, now we have to defeat the dream demon in your heart, we don’t have time to delay any more.’

The heresy judge looked at the young judge in front of him. After returning to the church, the prayers recited by the priests and nuns in the church had no effect at all.

Faced with this bad situation, the heretic judge also considered returning to the Holy City first, and then came to deal with the demon after receiving the blessing of the choir.

Unfortunately, Nolan's portal is open for a time interval, and the next portal to a neighboring country will open in a week.

Before this, they could only risk a judge losing control to kill the demon.

‘It ran around in my head, did you hear it? Something sticky crawled inside my body.’

‘Shut up! Chata, don’t describe it anymore! I really want to throw you into the magma.’

Another judge was trying hard to suppress the whispers in his consciousness, but he had just conveyed his confidence in complaining.

He felt that some danger was coming, but most of his current consciousness was used to resist those crazy whispers. When he noticed that the danger was coming, he was one step too late.

An arrow, a silent arrow, was infinitely enlarged in his pupils. He didn't know where the arrow came from. The last thing he saw in his sight was the magic inscription attached to the front of the arrow.

The arrow penetrated the judge's forehead and nailed him tightly to the wall behind him. The surface of the wall could not withstand this huge force and a large number of cracks appeared.

The heretic judge entered a state of fighting in an instant. His eyes began to search in the shadows of the alley. Three identical arrows shot at him in a row. The heretic judge waved his hand and drew out a long sword and blocked the three arrows with his sword blade.

His other hand took out a staff from his black robe, and the top of the staff was inlaid with the pupils of an unknown creature.

The moment he waved his staff, no inscription appeared, and a force from the origin of the soul was released from the front of his staff, forming a sword-like impact that attacked the roof next to the alley.

The impact shattered the bricks and tiles on the roof, and several black feathers scattered as the bricks and tiles fell down, and a dark figure fell from the roof into the alley.

The figure gradually walked out of the corner of the alley. When she walked into the moonlight, the heretic judge widened his pupils.

"It's you, the traitor!" His voice was filled with shock. His figure was shining under the moonlight.

"Traitor? You deceived me!! Concealing the truth about the massacre of my tribe, and making me work for you for so many years. Now it's time for you, these strange blood debts to be paid for!"

This dark elf is the leader of the Black Dove. She didn't expect that after taking over the task of surveillance Qiao Xiu from her master, she would encounter such a big gift.

"We have been looking for you for a long time, too! Betrayer"

The heretic judge did not show any mercy anymore. He raised the staff of almost a man in his hand and slammed the ground hard. At this moment, the ground paved with stones faintly heard the screams of some creatures.

The ground occupied by the dark elf began to vibrate slightly, and a tentacle made of unknown energy broke out and grabbed her legs.

The creature's pupils embedded at the top of the staff also opened slightly, and an impact that could not be captured by the naked eye attacked the dark elf at an extremely fast speed. Her body was divided into countless pieces by the impact, but these pieces soon turned into pitch-black feathers and slowly fell down.

"Did you forget who taught you the skills of your fighting?"

A cold voice came from behind the heretical judge, and a dagger emitting a dark green light pierced the back of the heretical judge, and the figure of the dark elf also appeared behind him.

But not long after, the dark elf realized that something was wrong. Her dagger was not stabbing into a human flesh and blood, but like some kind of soft creature.

“Our skills and wisdom are given by God.”

He turned his head and turned to the dark elf to the extent that it was impossible for human necks to do.

The dark elf also raised his head and looked at the changing face in disbelief.

"You once had the opportunity to share endless wisdom with God, but you chose the stupidest betrayal. For a humble group like you, you absolutely cannot understand how great the wisdom of God is, but you should thank me because I am ready to let you peek at the endless knowledge that God has again before you die."

The moment the dark elf's eyes met him, her head seemed to hit the giant bell on the bell tower, and the pain that was almost torn into her consciousness. The next second she saw some illusions and heard some crazy whispers.

She, once a member of the Inquisition of Heresy, knew what these were, and immediately looked away, pulled out the dagger and took several steps back, but her chaotic consciousness made her unable to think calmly.

"That's why you're humble." He raised the staff in his hand again, but before he could knock it down

Some kind of bell sound representing disaster suddenly echoed throughout the alley, and the hand he held the staff instantly withered and turned into a dead object without any breath of life.

The breath of death quietly spread throughout the alley. The dark elf raised his head in disbelief and found a figure shrouded under the old cloak in front of her. Judging from the broken gap of the cloak, this figure had no flesh and blood and only had bones left.

Soul-taker!

The dark elf recognized this almost nightmarish undead creature.

The soul that was moving in the soul-taker's pupils was then staring at the heretic judge. He had already turned into a skeleton and made a harsh but gloomy sound.

"Dedicate your souls to Lord Duke."

It once again rang the bell of disaster in its hand. The heretic judge wanted to repair his lost vitality arm, but a large number of resentful souls attacked them with wailing voices.

If it were in the past, the mental attacks caused by these resentful souls to him were not worth mentioning at all, but now there is no need for these resentful souls to attack, his own mental state is almost collapsed due to those crazy whispers.

The moment the heretic judge was swallowed by the torrent of resentful souls, it means that he could no longer maintain his rationality.
Chapter completed!