Chapter 124： Killing

A crow landed on the roof of a house not far from the Black Pigeon Inn.

Its red-faced pupil stared at the whispering figure in the dark alley below.

‘Chata, now we have to overcome the dreams in your heart, we have no time to continue to delay. ’

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

In the face of such a bad situation, the heretical presiding judge also considered returning to the Holy City first, and after receiving the blessing of the choir, he came over to deal with the demon.

Unfortunately, Nolan's portals are open at intervals, and the next portal to neighboring countries will open in a week.

Before that, they could only risk the loss of a judge to get rid of the demon.

‘It... I’m screaming around in my head, have you heard it? Something that is sticky is crawling inside my body. ’

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

Another judge is also trying to suppress the whispers of his own consciousness, but he has just conveyed the confidence of such a complaint.

He felt that some kind of danger was coming, but most of his current consciousness was used to resist those crazy whispers, and he was a step late when he realized that the danger was coming.

An arrow, a silent arrow, is infinitely magnified in his pupil. He doesn't know where the arrow came from. The last thing he sees in his sight is the front end of the arrow. Magical inscription.

This arrow penetrated the judge's forehead and nailed him to the wall behind him. The surface of the wall could not withstand this tremendous force and there was a lot of cracks.

The heresy judge entered the state of battle in an instant, his gaze began to search in the shadow of the alley, three consecutive arrows of the same arrow shot him, and the heresy judge waved a long sword with a sword. Blocked the three arrows.

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

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

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

The figure gradually came out of the corner of the alley. When she reached the moonlight, the heretical judge grew up her pupil.

"It's you... this traitor!" His voice was full of shock, and the figure under the moonlight was a dark elf.

"The traitor? You cheated me!! Conceal the truth of the massacre of my people, and let me sell you for so many years, now... you are worthy of these **** debts!"

The dark elf is the leader of the black dove. She did not expect to receive such a big gift from her master after monitoring the task of Qiao Xiu.

"We have been looking for you for a long time! The traitor..."

The heresy judge did not leave any feelings. He raised almost one person's high staff in his hand and slammed it on the ground. The ground paved by the stone screamed at the moment.

The ground occupied by the dark elves began to vibrate slightly, and a tentacles composed of unknown energy broke through the ground and grabbed her legs.

The bio-puss inlaid on the top of the staff also slightly opened, and an impact that could not be captured by the naked eye hit the dark elf at a very fast speed. Her body was divided into countless pieces by this impact, but these fragments Soon after, it turned into a dark feather and slowly fell.

"You forgot who taught you the skills of fighting?"

The cold voice came from behind the heresy, and a dagger with a dark green glow pierced the head of the heresy, and the shadow of the dark elf appeared behind him.

But not long after, the Dark Elves realized that it was wrong. Her dagger was not a human flesh and blood, and it was like a kind of soft body creature.

"Our skills and wisdom are what God has given..."

He turned his head and turned to the dark elf to the extent that the human neck could not do it.

The Dark Elves also raised their heads and looked at this fascinating face unbelievably.

"You used to have the opportunity to share endless wisdom with God, but you chose the most stupid betrayal. It is also... like a humble group of you, it is absolutely impossible to understand how great the wisdom of the gods is, but you should thank me... ...because I am going to let you once again peep at God's own...infinite knowledge before dying."

The dark elf's line of sight and the moment he looked at her, her head was like a giant clock on the tower of the bell tower. The painful part of the torn tears poured into her consciousness. She saw some illusions in the next second. I also heard some crazy whispers.

She used to be a member of the heresy trial. She knew what these were. She immediately removed her eyes and pulled out the dagger. She took a few steps back, but the confusion made her unable to think calmly.

"This is why you are humble..." He raised his staff again, but he hadn't had time to knock it down...

Some kind of bell that represents the disaster suddenly echoed in the whole alley, and the hand that he held the staff also instantly wilted into a dead body without any life.

The breath of death quietly permeated the entire alley, and the dark elf lifted his head in disbelief. It was found in front of her that there was a figure shrouded in a worn cloak, from the gap of the cloak. This figure has no flesh and blood... only the bones are left.

The soul hunter!

The Dark Elves recognize this undead creature, which is almost a nightmare.

After the soul of the soul hunter in the pupil of the eye, watching the heresy of the heresy, he has already become a harsh but gloomy voice in his mouth.

"Take your soul...to the Duke."

It once again sounded the bell of the disaster, and the heresy judge wanted to repair his lost vitality arm, but a large number of grievances hit them with a mournful voice.

In the past, these resentful spirits were not worth mentioning at all, but now they do not need these resentment attacks, and their own mental state is close to collapse because of those crazy whispers.

When the heresy judge is swallowed up by the flood of resentment, it has already represented that he can no longer maintain his senses.

The Dark Elves also took out their bows and arrows at this moment, aiming at the two judges, forcing their own mental pain, and pulling the bowstrings through the arrows to shoot their foreheads.