Chapter 203 Dancing Plague, Inquisitor

The Silver Oak Sword, like the Sword in the Tree, is a legendary weapon and is even more precious than the Flute of Pan.

Humans certainly cannot unleash the true power of legendary weapons, but if they could possess them, they would have more hope of ascending to the Sanctuary.

The sanctuary is the only way for humans to become gods.

The more divinity a person has within him, the more qualified he is to achieve the holy realm.

Instruments containing divinity, such as the Silver Oak Sword and the Sword in the Tree, can increase the possibility of reaching the Holy Land.

Based on his memories from his previous life, Yeats remembered that after the era of heroes like Fred, the Red-haired King, and the Elf King vying for glory came to an end, no more holy lands had been born in the world.

The gods are restricted by the laws of the material realm and cannot directly intervene in the Central Plains. They can only intervene secretly through incarnation, possession, or divine selection.

Ye Zhi speculated that the King of the Wild Hunt, who could jump back and forth between the divine realm and the material realm, was a powerful sanctuary-level being, and with the enhancement of the Spear of Eternity, he could be on par with gods.

Although He is invincible in the material realm, He is probably equally limited in the divine realm.

"My fellow villager said that it would be very difficult for him to eliminate the other apostles. If he faced a Holy Light with at least high-level divine power, it would be no different from seeking death."

Yeats glanced at the little squirrel on the dining table, stuffing peanuts into its cheek pouch, and thought to himself:

"As for Diao Ya, if we confront him head-on, even Teacher Candela probably won't be able to defeat him. However, he has many ways to conceal his presence, which will make it easier for me to secretly add fuel to the fire..."

Trying to obtain the mistletoe and the silver mistletoe sword in the conflict between the witch and the church, and the forces of hell and the kingdom of God behind them is like trying to grab chestnuts from the fire.

Even with the help of the tooth drill, Ye Zhi felt that he still had to call on all the power he could.

"The Mage Guild and I have a friendly relationship. Although I will not be traveling with Teacher Kendra on this trip to Broken Mountain, I can ask for his support when necessary."

Ye Zhi thought to herself, "I remember that the witch high priestess 'Circe' who was in charge of the Lilith summoning ceremony during the event was Kendra's old lover. Maybe the two of them could create some sparks and work together to deal with the hounds sent by the Inquisition!"

Ever since Father Andres of the Inquisition sacrificed himself to summon Remiel and was buried in the Absolute Mountains, Yeats had not heard of any news from the church for a long time.

Logically speaking, the church would react if a bishop who was qualified to be an apostolic vessel was sacrificed in this way.

But as of now, the church is either very satisfied with the results of "plundering the divinity of winter" brought about by Father Andres' sacrifice, or it has already taken action but was stopped by some force.

"It's unlikely to be the Mage Guild. At that time, Snow Owl had not yet become the Chosen One of Magic, and was not that important in the eyes of the Seven Councilors of the Mage Guild."

"Archbishop Torbin of the northern province is a devout believer of the Mist. It is possible that he pretends to obey the orders of the Papal State but actually disobeys them."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "There is another possibility. After all, it was my foster father who took on everything..."

No matter what, this trip to Broken Hill is bound to meet the black monks of the Inquisition again.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

How to cooperate with the witch is what Ye Zhi is currently thinking about.

With the advantage of being a prophet, Yeats' eyes flickered as he pondered silently.

"Before Walpurgis Night, there is a prequel plot called [Dancing Plague]."

"In a town at the foot of the Brocken Mountains, a woman suddenly came to the street and started dancing non-stop as if possessed by a ghost, which eventually led to a bizarre incident where hundreds of citizens danced wildly until they died."

"The source of the [Dancing Plague], the red dancing shoes, are the incarnation of the divinity of the original witch Lilith. Both witches and the church need to use the red dancing shoes to complete the advent ceremony."

"Perhaps, I can make use of the red dancing shoes to do something..."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, "Maybe I can let Daisy see some fun and help the trickster profession break through the third ring!"

*The Royal Oak Tavern, London.

The tavern is located underground in the wealthy area and is guarded by two burly low-ring transcendents.

The interior is dimly lit, with a huge oak bar in the center. Customers gather around the bar, chatting in low voices in twos and threes.

Unlike the common noisy pubs, the owner of this pub prefers quietness. In addition to beer, he also provides aged wine and expensive coffee, and even attracted many nobles to patronize.

In the deepest part of the tavern, in a separate room, the magic chandelier on the wall released a soft halo of light. Two charming Isu fox girls opened the red velvet curtain for Clan, and a mahogany table came into view.

Behind the table sat a dignified and stern silver-haired old man, his hair was meticulously groomed, he was wearing a thick waistcoat, and his hand on the table was adorned with a huge emerald ring.

Crane took off his hood and placed it over his chest, nodding in greeting.

Immediately, Clan sat down in the high-backed chair in front of the table and took the tobacco from the box handed to him by the fox girl. His eyes sparkled like an eagle and there was a smile on his face:

"You didn't let me come here just to taste tobacco, did you, Mr. Anthony?"

Anthony tapped his fingers on the mahogany table and said slowly, "I trust you, Baron Cran. You are capable and not bound by family background. This is a good thing. You and Baron Yeats should have received the reward from last time. Everyone is happy."

Cran was silent for a moment, then slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Tell me, what's going on this time?"

"I have a business in Sternberg, but that place is closed now. According to the news sent back, the devil has cast a curse on that place, and hundreds of citizens are dancing day and night, reveling to a disturbing degree."

Anthony said: "I want you to solve this matter, and the reward will satisfy you."

"Devil?" Cran thought thoughtfully, "No wonder most adventurers don't dare to accept this commission, but..."

"I remember there are quite a few drug addicts in Sternberg, and there are also many hallucinogenic plant fields on the mountain. Could this be a group hallucination incident?" Crane looked at Anthony.

Anthony looked at Crane deeply and said, "Those medicinal fields are the property of the monastery. Crane, my business has a bottom line."

Crane smiled and nodded, "Okay, but what if I really meet the devil and can't deal with it?"

"escape."

Anthony spoke in a calm tone, with unquestionable authority and coldness:

"Then summon me, and I will deal with the devil."

Crane's eyes flickered.

The old man in front of him, who holds a high position in the Adventurer's Guild, was once one of the most powerful demon hunters. It is rumored that he has actually killed demons from hell.

Clan estimated that he was a six-ring transcendent and also a strong man at the top of the entire Midgard continent, with the highest voice in the Adventurer's Guild.

Fortunately, Anthony and his Adventurer's Guild did not openly trade in hallucinogens. As for secretly... Cran deduced that the old man's words were highly credible.

Justice... Cran pondered:

"I will go to Sternberg to investigate this group dance incident, Mr. Anthony. It's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

The old man revealed a grim smile and said, "If we have enough energy left, we can burn down a few monasteries on the Brocken Mountain."

"What did you say?" Cran was stunned.

"Haha, don't take it to heart, and leave as soon as possible, Mr. Crane." Anthony said lightly.

Crane put on his hood, nodded, and left.

Anthony stared at the smoke in the air and ordered the fox girl beside him: "Find a wizard to purify the air. I don't like this smell."

*Brocken Mountain, Abbey.

The monastery is located in a desolate valley, surrounded by dense forests and cliffs. The Gothic main tower stands tall, giving people a chilling and suffocating feeling.

In the backyard of the monastery, the dense, crimson flowers are gorgeous, and the vast medicinal fields are full of these beautiful flowers.

The young monk in charge of cultivating these plants, who was about ten years old, looked out at the sea of ​​flowers. The painful and struggling faces of drug addicts flashed through his mind, and he felt that the beautiful sea of ​​flowers also had a hint of eerie atmosphere.

At this moment, a warm hand was placed on the young monk's head.

"Andel, is there something on your mind?"

The holy and benevolent aura immediately flowed into the young monk's body, making his state of mind extremely peaceful.

He turned his head slowly, and in front of him came a square-faced monk in black with a kind smile. He said respectfully, "Judge Pedro, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have caused you so much worry."

Pedro smiled and said, "In that case, come with me."

"What are you going to do?"

The sun shone on Pedro's square face. His smile was as perfect as a statue of a saint, but it made the young monk inexplicably afraid.

"To save the lost lambs."

Clang——

The castle gate slowly opened.

Andel followed Judge Pedro and looked around anxiously and curiously.

The Chief Inquisitor never let him enter the castle, saying that he would be qualified to enter only after he officially became an Inquisitor.

At this moment, Andel was walking in a long and narrow stone corridor. Burning torches were hung on the towering stone walls on both sides, and the shadows on the walls were eerie.

Andel noticed a silver metal door with a gap in it out of the corner of his eye.

Driven by curiosity, Andel moved forward, and suddenly his pupils shrank into a point, and he felt the blood in his body freeze.

Please...collect 6...9...books...!

It was a secret room filled with all kinds of torture instruments and murder weapons. There were still bloodstains on the walls, and specimens that looked like animal skins were hanging on them.

Suddenly, Andel felt someone grab his shoulder and wanted to scream loudly, but then Judge Pedro's gentle voice sounded.

"You're going the wrong way, little Andel. It's this way."

Andel followed the presiding judge in a daze, the scene just now flashing back in his mind. What on earth was that slaughterhouse-like room used for?

At this time, Judge Pedro's reassuring and gentle voice sounded again.

"When did you follow me, little Andel?"

Little Andel took a deep breath and said:

"Replying to the judge, it was ten years ago."

If it weren't for the presiding judge's adoption, I would have frozen to death on the roadside.

It was at the most desperate moment that the kind-hearted monk who extended his hand to him seemed as holy as an angel in Andel's eyes.

Later, Andel learned from the presiding judge that his mother was actually an evil witch and his father colluded with the witch, which led to the destruction of his family.

"Don't worry." At that time, the chief judge said gently, "As long as you put the past behind you and follow me, everything will be fine."

From then on, Andel became a novice monk behind the Chief Inquisitor. He witnessed him helping the poor and spreading the doctrine. Under his influence, he determined to become an Inquisitor.

"It's already been ten years."

Pedro walked in front, his tall figure lengthened by the sunlight shining through the glass, and said with emotion: "It's time for you to officially get involved in the Inquisition."

Andel was startled for a moment, then his eyes became excited, and the fear just now disappeared without a trace: "Really?"

Pedro smiled, turned around and stroked Andel's head affectionately, then led him into a courtroom.

In the center of the courtroom was a platform, with sunlight streaming in through the stained glass behind it.

In the dock below the platform, heavy iron railings tightly surrounded several women with ragged clothes and haggard faces.

They have slender figures, messy hair, and their eyes are full of despair and fear.

Pedro led Ander to the spectator seats, then walked up to the podium and, in a deep and majestic voice, began to pronounce the defendant's crime.

Amid the burning oil lamp, the rich fragrance of pine wood, and the mottled light and shadow, little Andel suddenly felt dizzy and felt an indescribable sense of terror enveloping him.

He vaguely heard words like promiscuous, unclean, and witch, so he whispered to the monk next to him:

"But, they are not extraordinary beings, so how can they be witches?"

"It's harder to catch extraordinary people." The monk sneered, "It doesn't matter whether they are witches or not. What matters is that the chief judge thinks they are witches."

Little Andel stood there in a daze, feeling as if he were hit by a heavy hammer, his brain buzzing.

Night falls.

The black monks gathered around the stake with expressionless faces.

The fire was burning brightly.

As the burnt stench and heat wave hit, little Andel felt nauseous and vomited continuously with his hunched body.

A warm hand rested on his head again.

Little Andel raised his head tremblingly and fearfully: "Judge..."

The firelight illuminated Pedro's solemn and dignified square face. He was wearing a black robe, holding a black leather scripture, and had a kind smile on his face.

"Remember our mission, Andel. We must use the flames to purify sin and clear away obstacles for the arrival of God's Apostle."

"Like...Father Andres, like that?" Andel said in a trance.

"Andres has been canonized as a saint."

Behind Pedro's mask-like smile lies a fanaticism that Andel cannot understand.

"If necessary, I will take the same path of martyrdom."

*In the north, the wind is cold and biting.

The man in black armor rode on the eight-legged divine horse, galloping with the black fog. Behind him, the sky was roaring with thunder, like the wrath of the gods.

"Isn't it just killing one of your apostles? Don't you still have six of you? Are you really going to get mad at me?"

The King of the Wild Hunt looked up at the sky and cursed.

"Listen for yourself to what these words are saying!" From the sky, an oracle with majesty and anger exploded.

"Do you think I can do nothing to you just because you're hiding in the material realm?"

A huge vortex stirred up in the sky, and the holy light revealed a handsome man with long golden hair, holding a red cross sword, spreading dazzling wings, and an angry face.

Michael, the one who is near to God.

One of the seven archangels before the king, the most powerful apostle, honored as the King of Holy War, who once killed the red dragon named "Satan".

Satan is a general term, which means "God's enemy". From this perspective, Lucifer can also be called Satan.

Suddenly.

A meteor-like spear cut through the sky, carrying with it rolling thunder, instantly blasting Michael's incarnation into pieces!

The King of the Wild Hunt took back the Spear of Destiny and said coldly, "Scream again?"

The sky exploded with a loud bang, and the majestic divine power forcibly broke through the boundaries between domains and turned into a dazzling golden spear of light.

boom!!

The spear of light fell to the ground, instantly razing the area within a radius of dozens of miles to the ground.

The King of the Wild Hunt escaped into the black fog first.

From the black fog, His harsh words came: "Don't think that I don't know the Moon Apostle's plan."

"You traitors, come and I'll kill you one by one!"

(End of this chapter)