Orc Tyrant

In the long past, a terrible disaster once drove mankind to a desperate situation-the disaster of beastization.

In that terrible mutation, a large number of humans were distorted by invisible forces and turned into mentally obliterated monsters. They wandered in the wilderness in groups, threatening all towns and strongholds, although the kings and lords went to annihilate them countless times. But still can't stop such a terrible mutation.

Until Kaimon Church found the source of the mutation, those villains who played with Hanan's power-wizards.

The disaster ended with the execution and expulsion of wizards, but the Kaimon Church did not intend to let go of these abominable monsters. Under the persuasion of several bishops, the then Emperor Kainia signed the "Witch Hunting Edict" and announced any Anyone can kill the wizard they see with impunity.

On the basis of this edict, the Kaimon Church also added a considerable amount of bounty. The church at that time did not have its own independent arms, so the main force of witch hunting was mostly mercenaries and ordinary people eager for revenge.

This hunt has continued for a long time. During this process, the church gradually incorporated those experienced mercenaries and instilled sacred doctrines on them. Witch hunters were born, but at that time their religious colors were not so strong.

Until the division of the Kenia Empire, West Kenia fell to the hands of the old barbarians, the Western leader of the Kaimon Church, and at the same time the patriarch of the Holy City of Turin, Gregor I, began to plan for the Kaimon Church. Heaven on earth.

After a series of consultations and talks with the barbarian leaders, Gregor I succeeded in persuading most of the invading barbarians. When Eastern Kenia was not satisfied with his behavior, the emperor at that time still decided to reproduce the glory of the empire, but All this proved to be in vain, the former empire is dead, and its remains are destined to be carved up.

The subsequent patriarchs of Durin were determined to obtain "the land that truly belongs to the gods." This matter was not until the legendary character, Aliman I, was finally completed. He was crowned king in Durin at the cost of taking the entire Durin And the surrounding land is dedicated to Father Kaimon as an inviolable holy city.

After having sufficient material foundation, the Diocese of Durin at that time began to establish a brand new organization-the Tribunal, which claimed to be to deal with the growing heretical threats.

At the beginning of its establishment, the trial was completely controlled by the Dulin Patriarch, led by three chief judges. The subordinate judges have been trained since childhood, instilling the most fanatical ideas and beliefs in them, and passing down the past. Witch hunting skills were granted to them, and after being polished by the mind and body, they became the sharpest butcher knife in the hands of the Dulin Patriarch.

At this time, truly organized witch hunts began, and the scope continued to expand, from wizards at the beginning, to dissident sects with different ideas, to aristocrats who criticized the church. For a certain period of time, the gallows and The stakes stood outside almost every church.

After the Great Split of the East and West Churches, such activities reached a climax. Patriarch of Durin proclaimed himself the Pope and began to arbitrarily intervene in the internal affairs of various kingdoms. The scale of the court once reached tens of thousands of people, and the black pointed hat became a lot of people’s attention. Nightmare, even the nightmare of many nobles.

Such activities continued for hundreds of years, until the reforms supported by the emerging class launched a wave of opposition to Pope Durin-the religious reform began.

This is a great schism from the inside to the outside of the Sichemon Church. Protestants and Reformed religions have appeared one after another, demanding an end to the pope’s decadent rule, and all unreasonable religious taxes. Many kingdoms joined in, and the war lasted for decades. In the end, the exhausted Turin Church reached a settlement with the emerging denominations, and the Pope lost most of his power.

This was a painful decision, but it avoided further division of the church, and the key trial was preserved, but it became an independent unit, the chief judge was abolished, and the surviving judges interacted with each other. There is no longer any jurisdiction, they will exercise great supervision power, not only externally, but also internally, to monitor all corruption in the church. When the five judges reach an agreement, they can even judge the cardinal of Durin.

Every new judge takes office, he needs to be guaranteed by a king, a Protestant bishop, a reformed bishop, and a bishop of Turin. From the moment he puts on the flame of judgment, he will no longer be responsible to anyone. Only need to be responsible to the Holy Father Kaimon, he will have the power to judge all the people or organizations he thinks should be tried, but at least three judges are needed to initiate a trial at the same time.

There is also mutual supervision between judges, and any behavior that may be regarded as favoritism or sentimentality will be questioned, and serious will lead to an internal trial.

Standing in front of Diego was such a judge from Durin, and it was not the first time they met.

"and so."

There was no expression on Grid's face, but the tight posture revealed the threat he intended to show.

"Are you sure you want to, Grid?"

There was a rare smile on Diego's face.

"We are also friends, aren't we."

"Never, because you keep holding the sword in your hand."

"My left hand is empty."

"But the next second you will use it to hold your gun, that weapon with profane power."

The judge's voice was dry and cold, Diego raised his eyebrows, and the world shrank to the point of a knife, leaving him and him alone.

"I have to remind you that as long as you pull out the sword on your waist, tonight will be your death date."

Grid did not waver, but once again clenched the hilt of the cross sword, this signal was enough to show his attitude.

Diego nodded briefly and meaningfully.

"Very good, then come on."

Before he finished speaking, Grid threw out his left hand like lightning, and a fist-sized metal box flew towards Diego.

Noisy~!

A burst of explosions released electric arcs and strong lights, and Diego couldn't help grinning. The judges were indeed pragmatists. They would never try a fair battle, just like the storm box hidden on their bodies.

The cross sword that Grid unsheathed flashed by, and he was thrown in front of him when he threw the storm box, because he knew that this thing was useless to the person in front of him.

As he expected, the stamp that was enough to stun more than a dozen people was chopped off by a slightly curved blade. The pulsating arc had no effect on Diego, but it gave Grid a few seconds. Zhong Yi covered his actions.

He quickly passed the arc that was about to dissipate and aimed at the opponent's neck. The tip of the sword would pierce the soft muscle fibers, cut the trachea and bones, and cut off Diego's head cleanly.

The angle of the blade is precise, and all of Grid's spirit is injected into it, making himself a vague afterimage, almost untraceable. This is a perfect blow.

But Diego was not there.

The tip of his sword only pierced the illusory afterimage, shattering a dim light and shadow, and then his left shoulder blade was cracked open.

Diego saw the target of this attack, he simply avoided it, and then showed the opponent how effective it would be if he attacked by himself.

Precise and flawless.

Blood gushed from the crack, wet the white robe and breastplate, as well as the ground under his feet, Grid quickly stepped back and tore off the glove of his right hand.

"You are with me in flesh and blood."

In the blink of an eye, the torn flesh healed quickly, and then he threw out a box again without hesitation.

The azure flames rushed towards his face, and Diego dodged to avoid the consequences of being burnt, but Grid took out a slender black pistol with his free left hand.

Huh~!

He squeezed the trigger, making a slight gunshot that was almost unrecognizable, then turned and walked quickly and disappeared into the darkness.

Diego frowned and turned around and found that Wilson Wallace’s dead body was lying on the ground. There was a thumb-sized blood hole on his forehead. A mixture of red and white liquid was slowly dripping out of it. His eyes widened until he died, and he seemed to be expecting the so-called savior to rescue him from the secret guard.

Diego shook his head, took out the photo in his pocket, placed it in front of the opponent, and lit it with a lighter.

"... Actually when we went, they were already dead. These are just people who are similar to them."