Michael walked in the empty corridor. The white bricks were inlaid with precious natural magic stones, exuding warm light. Apart from its holiness, this broad road also brings a certain heavy sense of depression.
He reached the end and pushed open the golden door. In front of him were three tall judgment seats, and the position that symbolized the bishop now had two vacancies. Sitting in the highest position was a bishop in luxurious and bloated robes.
The bishop leaned with his arms bent, with an indifferent expression on his face that was so old that it was almost drooping. He looked through the files in his hand and did not even look up when he noticed Michael's arrival.
"Mr. Bishop North." Michael bowed to teach. Although he was a disciple of the Pope, he still had to remain respectful to the subjective local Psalm Bishop. He did not let his teacher hear his impeachment of being disrespectful to his predecessor: " Where are the other two bishops?"
"Well, Bishop Abner and Bishop Lambert have recently been busy appeasing the nobles. After all, the chaos in the lower areas has affected some of their supplies." North was still looking at the file, but straightened up. , picked up the quill pen and commented.
Michael hated the chanting order's way of chatting back to the world. His words were just hinting that he was responsible for not getting rid of the evil thing, so he simply admitted it: "Your Excellency, the evil thing was The operation failed, and the Holy Fire Order suffered heavy casualties, and I am willing to take responsibility for this."
"Priest Michael, remember clearly that you are not wrong. What is wrong is that the people below are greedy for success." Mr. North then raised his turbid eyes and looked at the youngest patriarch: "The Pope is the Holy Father. God’s agent, and you are the incarnation of the Son of God who assists him, you can’t be wrong.”
Michael recalled in his mind those miserable subordinates, thinking that they would be punished by the church just because of the bishop's frivolous words. He couldn't help but clenched his fists, but he still refrained from making a sound.
"I read the dossier. The reason for the failure was two heretics?" North ignored Michael's anger and mentioned another thing.
"Yes, the necromancer whose original code name is 'Deathfall' is now known as 'Deathfall Doctor'. There is also a contract devil who is most likely to be a contracted devil, codenamed 'Bewitching Drunk Demon'." There was lightning in Michael's golden pupils. : "The two have now been included in the arrest warrant, and the bounties have been increased to 200 gold Dogon and 150 gold Dogon respectively."
"The dead fallen plague doctor also captured demons that can resist divine power. He is a difficult heretic who plans to play tricks on the church. He must be planning more evil plans in the land of divine pastors." North's cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp. : "More than 200 tributes, this is the blood and sweat of countless gods and people. I hope you can understand the weight of it."
"Yes, I will do my best."
"The Cardinal has approved it, allowing you to summon operatives from other dioceses, and they must be judged and purified."
"Yes, I have sent a letter in advance, and the elites gathered will arrive today."
"Also, let me introduce you to someone. Peter Felix, the new priest, manages the affairs of the aristocratic school and hospital in the upper district."
Michael raised his head: "You mean, those two heretics are nobles?"
"It's not impossible. With the support of Father Peter, I think you can search the whole city." Bishop North stood up and walked towards the exit door at the back: "These are extraordinary things, don't let down the Holy Spirit. ..and your Majesty.”
Michael also knew at this moment that his teacher had also helped him a lot in this matter: "I understand."
He turned his head, and the fat priest next to him was bowing to him obsequiously. He was the deacon of the church who had made things difficult for Kelson in the first place. Michael frowned and was unhappy, but he could only accept that there were such managers in the church.
"Father Peter, please help me."
"Dear Son of God, this is my honor." Fatty Peter was so respectful that his head almost dropped to the ground: "I wonder what the Son of God has ordered."
"I'll go first... No, you come too." Michael walked towards the outside of the cathedral: "Go and get to know the elite judges who have come to support us."
Soon Michael returned to his own Holy Fire Tribunal, and the four trainee inquisitors he had brought with him when he was the flame pattern instructor were transferred to Kongsbode from other parishes.
These former newcomers are now the backbone of the Judgment Mentors of the Order. Each one is outstanding, each has a unique skill, and their fighting spirit and patience are even more astonishing.
Geralt, a former demon hunter of the Holy Steel Order, has rich experience in hunting demons in the wasteland. He joined the Holy Fire Order after the Trial of Atonement. A rare believer who can use two powers and is very powerful.
Arthur is one of the few inquisitors in the Holy Fire Order who accepts new technology. He is good at using various sanctified guns and artillery to suppress evil spirits, and is a powerful output point in the team.
Link, once a noble swordsman with a title, was later deprived of his title due to various reasons. He later converted to the church and became a rare swift sword master among the Fire Inquisitors.
As for the last one, he is his direct disciple. In terms of talent, he is no less talented than he was back then. He is already a believer in the Five Rings at a young age. I was born as a loyal heir of a knight of the church, with a good foundation and rich practical experience.
It just seems like the person is not here.
"Where's Nadia? Didn't you say we'd meet together on the road?" Michael asked.
Geralt, the oldest, shrugged: "Teacher, don't you know the character of your disciple? When we first came here, the Inquisitor received an urgent mission, so she went straight to work."
Arthur next to him smiled and lit a cigarette, and Link, who was wearing glasses, also showed a helpless smile. Michael shook his head, unable to say anything about his disciple:
"This child, I haven't seen her for so long and still can't tell her priorities. Forget it, with her ability it won't take much time. Let's wait for her to come back."
On the other side of the city, on a high-rise building in the middle city, a desperate cultist was holding a child hostage with a knife, shouting hysterically at the Inquisitor of the Holy Fire:
"Get away! Get away! You lackeys of the Holy God! If you come any closer, I will kill this brat."
But the Holy Fire Judges are helpless. As this group of religious lunatics usually solve the problem directly with the hostages, the Holy Fire Order will never be threatened by others. But this time the cultists fled to the public, and the Psalm Order had strict orders to pay attention to the public impact.
Downstairs, the mother of the child was crying and shouting, but was stopped by the city guard. The other civilians were paying attention to the situation above, and they were all worried about the child.
At this moment, a female knight stepped forward. Although the Holy Knight armor on her body was old, it was polished and shiny. Under the neatly tied ponytail, there is a heroic and beautiful face, and the beautiful appearance makes the judges around him unable to help but cast vague glances.
She took two steps forward and stopped amidst the furious roars of the cultists.
"Stop, sow of the Holy Cult! Do you want him to die?"
The blade was pressed tightly against the boy's fragile neck, and blood marks were already faintly visible. The boy turned pale with fright and could only stay in place, trembling.
"Instead of coercing the child, why not let me be your hostage." Nadiya spread her hands to show that she was not carrying a weapon, and said with a smile: "You will definitely not be able to leave here if you hold a child hostage, but you may be able to hold me hostage. A way out."
"Do you think I'm stupid? Holding a powerful transcendent hostage?" The cultist raised his knife angrily and pointed at Nadia: "Get away, or I'll slit his throat!"
And the moment the knife left the boy's neck, Nadia's figure quickly disappeared from the spot. Before the cultist could react, two fingers wrapped in gauntlets penetrated his neck.
Nadiya's expression was no longer the warm smile just now. She coldly pulled out her fingers and took the frightened boy from his hand, leaving the cultist slumped on his knees, moaning unspeakably.
Facing the boy, Nadiya once again showed an angelic smile. She comforted him softly, handed the boy into the hands of the judge next to her, and turned around to leave.
But at this moment, the boy suddenly broke away from the inquisitor's arms and moved towards the cultist who was dying due to poor breathing.
"dad."
And his evil father did not respond to his tenderness as a son. Instead, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he used his last strength to push the child who rushed towards him down the high building.
Amid the screams of everyone, the child fell helplessly downstairs like a bird with broken wings.
Nadia took three steps and two steps at a time, rushed out like the wind, jumped off the roof with the child, and caught the boy in mid-air. During the rapid fall, Nadiya tried her best to adjust her body shape, and then she took a long breath, and the holy flames and thunder intertwined behind her, forming a pair of blazing wings.
Relying on this supernatural power, her falling speed began to slow down, and finally she landed smoothly in front of everyone. She let go of her arms, and the child's mother immediately came up to hug him, and at the same time kept thanking her.
"Angel..." Someone in the quiet crowd said this.
Then the crowd started to get excited.
"It's an angel!"
"Beautiful and holy Son of God!"
"Holy Spirit, be with us!"
Nadiya took out her helmet from somewhere and put it on to cover her face. After humbly performing a ritual, she quickly left the scene.
Suddenly, she turned her head and looked at the crowd as if she noticed something, but all she saw was the crowd cheering enthusiastically. She shook her head and walked towards the judge's team.
