Chapter 457

Looking at the dark ceiling of the ruins, Deoni Veere took a deep breath.

The scent of blood that filled the ruins invaded her sense of smell, aiming for that moment, but Deoni didn’t care at all. Before she was a saint, she was a heretic judge, and she was familiar with blood as someone who used to take up arms against the church’s enemies. Even so, I let out a sigh because I was mentally tired.

Watching the torture process of the Heretic Judges behind the scenes was not even part of the difficult axis. What weighed on her was the testimony of the great apostasy that came out of it.

A lot of time passed, and after the pain, despair, blood, and screams flowed in proportion, the torture was over, but the shock did not go away easily.

As the Heretic Judge, who had finished the last torture, washed his hands and approached with his back to the results of the collaboration of the Heretic Judges, Deoni, at least at that moment, looked away from the burden that gripped his chest for a moment and focused on their ‘result’ first. I had no choice but to

I couldn’t help but think that even in the midst of the proper tools, I made a person into ‘what was a person’. The end of the torture that continued in the precarious boundary where only breathing can be held with minimal use of sex laws is terrible.

The heretic judges who did not show any malice while doing this were great, and the wizards who tried hard not to leak information while enduring all the torture somehow were also great.

If the direction of his faith had not gone wrong, he would have been a good believer. Although it was already late.

The last Heresy Judge, who had come in and settled among the Heretic Judges who were by Deoni’s side, took a sip of the water his colleague handed over, took a sip, and calmly spoke his opinion.

“It is believed that there are no lies in what was learned through torture.”

It was a torture that took place over six times.

After the 3rd torture, even though the testimony became clear enough that doubting its credibility was meaningless, continuing the torture was nothing more than insurance to prepare for the odds.

It wasn’t always like this, but the story that came out of the wizard’s mouth was so shocking that no one considered it excessive. The other heresy judges nodded as if they agreed with what he said, and Deoni nodded slightly, chewing on the details she had learned through torture once again, and let go of her luck.

“It is believed that there is a possibility that the entire leadership of the Demon King’s army fell into apostasy. What do the brothers think?”

“The Demon King’s Special Operations Department’s paranoid actions to maintain confidentiality have already reached the point of notoriety beyond rumors. Rather than considering the entire leadership as an enemy, we cannot ignore the possibility that it is just the work of the Special Operations Department.”

“Hasn’t weaponization and mass production already been done for that? I wonder if this can be regarded as the sole discretion of the Special Operations Division.”

“It is a known fact that the Special Operations Department has very high authority. If it is not a rumor that more than 80% of the secret operations conducted abroad are carried out by the Special Operations Department, then the influence they have within the Demon King’s Army is greater than we expected. It might be huge.”

It was a serious matter that was difficult to open, but none of the heresy judges hesitated. That consistent appearance came as a comfort to Deoni, but that didn’t diminish the seriousness of the situation.

Now, all that was left was to filter out the plain truth and speculation as much as possible and deliver it to the hero Eldmia, but considering the long-cherished wish of the hero Eldmia, this part came to be a bigger challenge than expected.

“The head of the special operations department, the blacksmith, 暗幕公, must be unconditionally involved.”

In order to achieve a long-cherished wish that has been cherished since the young age of only 8 years old, groups and groups that are in charge of a large axis in the demon king’s army are responsible for the killing of those who damage the army, make a name for themselves on the continent, and take revenge on those who touch them. It is an established fact that the head of the .

Eldmia was the karma created by the demon lord army of this generation.

When he said that his village had been erased, he assumed it was simply to get rid of witnesses or to interfere with the pursuit. However, according to what I heard from the wizard, killing all the villagers was a planned crime because I expected the demon’s actions.

The Demon King’s Army knew that the Demon God would foretell the hero, and that it would also grant power to the Humans.

It was hard to understand how such an idea was possible, but because of that, the entire village adjacent to the temple was wiped out, and even the slave trade unions passing by were swept away.

What is incomprehensible is that even the Slave Corps, which must have happened to be there, was their target. Unlike the village where they had to kill everyone, they said they rescued a demon who was being sold as a slave there.

Despite the intensive interrogation against the story that felt so far-fetched, the wizard did not even know how it was possible.

Unless you see the future, how is that possible...

“...the future?”

A strong doubt almost stopped my steps, but I managed to hold it in.

No one has seen it in person, but the rumor about the future plan of the demon king is so famous in the demon tribe that it is nothing new. Until now, I thought it was just a nickname that came from being exceptionally clever and reading the map of the battlefield, but when I compared the situation with the testimony of the wizard, it felt completely different.

However, Deoni soon shook her head and denied her hypothesis. If that were the case, the war would have been over. It is more realistic to say that there was an information network that was certain enough to be considered to see the future.

I found myself in a cabin, even if it was just for a moment, as I was self-deprecating and self-deprecating.

The flying dragon, noticing Deoni’s movements, raises its head and looks at it from the house, which is more grand than the cabin, and then buries its head in the wings again as if it doesn’t matter. The intermittent chatter heard along with the smoke rising from the chimney seemed like that of an ordinary family.

If the Demon King’s army hadn’t aimed for the artifact, the warrior would have been enjoying that ordinary life with his family instead of flying dragons.

“...Whoa.”

Deoni approached the door, feeling her stomach aching at the sinful karma of her people, and took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Whatever the outcome of the conversation that followed, the saintess must follow the hero.

no, i will follow