Chapter 1180 Judge Victor

In the middle of a remote and dilapidated village, a tall man holding a torch used harsh and sharp words to describe the sins of innocent people one by one.

"One! You did not stop and resist the Necromancer when he arrived. You allowed this heretic to wander in the cemetery and turned the corpses that had not been buried into puppets of the evil one, thereby corrupting the holy empire and church!"

"Two! When Sigma's servant and his attendants were investigating the situation, they intentionally concealed the whereabouts of the Necromancer and were guilty of harboring heretics!"

"Three! The militiamen did not start tracking the necromancer, and induced the inquisitor to enter a misunderstanding in an attempt to evade responsibility!"

The tall man wearing a black leather jacket drew the light sword from his waist with his free right hand. The milky white light of the narrow steel blade proved his identity. He was a man who hunted down heretics and protected innocent civilians under the instructions of the Church of Sigmar. Judge of evil persecution.

Under the forehead covered by a tall dome hat, Victor's gray right eye looked around at the group of villagers, feeling fear, helplessness, confusion, and anger, but without reflection.

They were blasphemed by the evil aura of the necromancer and became heretics carrying an aura of impurity.

Only the trial of the Twin-tailed Comet can prove whether these people are really innocent.

The men and women who were tied to the pile of wood listened to the charges described by the judge word for word, and wanted to struggle to explain their difficulties, but the black cloth covering their mouths made this desire for survival extremely weak.

The militiamen added new burning objects to the pile of wood with pitiful eyes. When passing in front of the inquisitor, they only dared to lower their heads and walk forward in an attempt to prevent the blind bastard from paying attention to themselves.

Seeing that the pile of wood used for trial was enough to prove the purity of the eight sinners, Victor withdrew his light sword and threw the torch in his left hand under the fearful eyes of the villagers.

The torch, wrapped in a strip of cloth stained with animal fat, swayed in the mid-air with a half-meter-long tail flame as the night breeze brought.

When the grease collided with the pile of wood, it scattered sporadically on the feet of the interrogators. The hot liquid made people unable to help but moan in their throats. Coupled with the fact that they were about to suffer the most painful death, they did not know how to pray to the god in their hearts.

When everyone was in despair, a young man wearing half an old chainmail ran towards Victor, who was presiding over the ceremony in the center, holding an object the size of a walnut in his hand as fast as he could escape the goblin. chanted.

"Your Majesty Inquisitor, Your Majesty Inquisitor, I have found traces of the Necromancer! The militiamen are right, that damn heretic has indeed run to the west."

The attendant's words made Victor loosen his frown, but he had no intention of canceling the ceremony.

This made the attendant who hurried to the front of the judge and pretended to be breathing heavily secretly thought, maybe this old bastard found out that the thing in his hand was a fake dug out of the ravine, and was planning to burn me too?

Fortunately, Victor was not too wary of the new attendant. He took out a glove from his leather jacket and handed it to the weak man who was weak from a little investigation.

"Senior, remember the way to deal with heretical things. We must not touch any suspicious items easily. As long as the spirit is relaxed for a moment, endless blasphemous words will fill your brain, turning pure Sigma believers into followers of heresy. sinner!"

"Yes, yes, your teaching is right. As long as heretics are not eradicated, our purity will always be in danger." Senior, who was already familiar with the nature of the inquisitor, immediately touched the valuable leather gloves and stuffed them into the leather pouch on his waist. The skull held in his hand was presented to Victor.

"I found this evil thing following the directions of the militiamen. There was no grass growing for a hundred meters around, and some weird phosphorus fires were floating around, which only made people feel panicked. But as your attendant, I will naturally not be afraid of a heretic. The long sword dispersed the phosphorus fire that held the resentment.

Who knows that these phosphorus fires are the traps of the Necromancer. After disappearing in the silent night, a group of skeletons rise from the ground, holding halberds and battle axes to fight with your attendants. The leading skeleton has a strong aura of death and must have withstood a lot of evil. Magical infusion.

I was not afraid of this horrifying sight. I held the long sword tightly with both hands and launched a jumping chop at the big skeleton, but the big skeleton showed no martial ethics and let the skeletons who were supposed to watch the battle sneak attack me..."

Senior eloquently emphasizes how critical the situation is, and if there is only a slight mistake in the details, it will definitely turn into a skeleton.

But his eyes kept wandering to the still burning fire. He needed to make Victor believe that he was telling the truth, so that the innocent villagers could escape the accountability of the judge.

It couldn't be that the Necromancer didn't harm the living, but just picked some well-preserved remains and ran away. As a well-educated person, he couldn't watch this happen.

Senior's words made Victor dubious, and he kept asking for specific details, from the shape of the phosphorus fire to the specific styles of weapons used by the skeleton soldiers. After the soul fire in the eye sockets dissipated, did the head fall to the ground first or the thighs fell apart first? Every word is full of the rigorous meaning of the judge.

After thinking that the details were correct, Victor suppressed his disgust and pinched the walnut-sized skull in Senior's palm between his thumb and index finger. He quickly observed it for a few times and immediately put it down after confirming that there was indeed an aura of death.

The Inquisitor walked to the central fire and picked up a piece of wood that was still burning. He seemed completely unaware of the miserable screams of the eight men and women. Perhaps in his ears, the sound was like the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves. The rustling sound is just as slight.

He turned around and stared at Senior with his right eye: "Take me to the place where this heresy was found. As long as the necromancer wanders around for one more day, the crisis of the empire will increase."

Senior nodded, but did not move his feet and followed immediately. Looking at the fire behind Victor, he said with embarrassment: "Look at these people, I don't think they have any heresy. Maybe the necromancer was sleeping in the house while he was tossing evil magic in the cemetery.

The direction pointed by the militia is also correct. It is better to let them go. Next year, Viscount Gracie Amos will be able to pay more wheat to the church, right..."

Victor did not speak, but only used his eyes to signal Senior to lead the way quickly. The Inquisitor was extremely anxious to catch the trace of the necromancer. A few days of arguing with the villagers was enough to make the heretics carrying taboo items pose a greater threat.

Senior heaved a sigh of relief. It was not in vain that he had spent two days in the ravine just to find an item that might be related to the necromancer.

As he trotted after Victor who was already walking towards the woods outside the village, Senior turned his head and blinked at the elderly village chief. He quickly put out the fire, otherwise he would be ruined if he continued to be burned by the flames. (End of this chapter)