Chapter 122: Conflict (below)

In the long past, a terrible disaster once pushed humanity to a desperate situation-the disaster of beastification.
In that terrible mutation, a large number of human beings were distorted by invisible forces into monsters of mental destruction. They wandered in groups in the wilderness, threatening all towns and strongholds, although the kings and lords killed them countless times, But still can't stop such a terrible mutation.
Until the Kaimon Church found the source of the mutation, the evil people who played with the power of Hanan-the wizard.
The disaster ended with the execution and deportation of the wizards, but the Kaimon Church did not intend to let go of these abominable monsters. Under the persuasion of several bishops, the then Emperor Konia signed a "witch hunting decree", announcing any Everyone can kill the sorcerer they see without penalty.
On the basis of this decree, the Kaimon Church added a considerable amount of bounty. At that time, the church did not have its own independent armed forces. Therefore, most of the main witch hunters are bounty-seeking mercenaries and revengeful ordinary people.
This hunt has continued for a long time. In this process, the church gradually recruited those experienced mercenaries and instilled them with sacred doctrines. The witch hunter was born, but at that time their religious color was not so strong.
It was not until the Khenian empire was divided that Western Kynia fell to the hands of the barbarians of the past. The western head of the Kymon Church, and also the patriarch of the holy city of Turin, Gregor I, began planning for the Kymon Church. Heaven on earth.
After a series of consultations and talks with the barbarian leaders, Gregor I successfully persuaded most of the invading barbarians. When Eastern Konia was not satisfied with his behavior, the emperor at that time still decided to regain the glory of the empire, but All this proves to be in vain. The old empire is dead, and its wreckage is destined to be divided.
Several followers of the Turin Patriarch were determined to obtain "the real land of God" until the legendary Ariman I was finally completed. He was crowned king in Turin at the cost of the entire Turin And the surrounding land is dedicated to Father Kaimon as an inviolable holy city.
After having enough material foundation, the Dulin Diocese at that time began to establish a new set of organizations-the Tribunal, which was declared to cope with the growing heresy threat.
At the beginning of the establishment of the Tribunal, it was completely controlled by the Bishop of Dulin, led by three magistrates, and the subordinate judges have been cultivated since childhood, instilling the most fanatical ideas and beliefs for them, and passing down the past Witch hunting skills were granted to them, and after being polished in double layers of mind and flesh, they became the sharpest butcher knife in the hands of the Patriarch of Dulin.
At this time, the truly organized witch hunt began, and the scope continued to expand, from the wizard at the beginning, to the dissident sect with different ideas, to the nobles who were very cryptic about the church, in a certain period, the gallows and The Fire Column stands outside almost every church.
After the Great Eastern and Western Church split, such activities reached a climax. The Patriarch Dulin claimed to be a pope and began to intervene in the affairs of various kingdoms. The size of the court was once reached tens of thousands of people. The black peaked cap became a lot of people’s Nightmare, even the nightmare of many nobles.
This activity continued for hundreds of years, until the reform class supported by the emerging class initiated a wave of opposition from Pope Turin-religious reform began.
This is a great split from the inside to the outside of the Western Kaimon Church. Protestantism and Reformation have appeared, demanding the end of the Pope’s decaying rule, and all unreasonable religious taxes. Many kingdoms have joined it. The war has lasted for decades. In the end, the exhausted church of Turin reached a settlement with the emerging sect, and the pope lost most of its power.
This was a painful decision, but the further division of the church was avoided, and the key trial office was retained, but it became an independent unit, the grand judge was abolished, and the surviving judges were among each other. There is no longer any rule, they will exercise great power of supervision, not only externally, but also internally, monitoring all corrupt practices in the church. When the five judges agree, they can even try the Cardinal of Turin.
Every new judge should take a king, a new bishop, a reform bishop, and a bishop Turin as guarantees that when he puts on the flames of judgment, he will no longer be responsible to anyone, Just need to be responsible to Father Kaymon, he will have the power to try all the people or organizations he thinks should be tried, but at the same time to initiate a trial requires at least three judges to be present.
There is also mutual supervision between the judges, and any behavior that may be regarded as favoritism or emotional use will be questioned, which will seriously lead to an internal trial.
Diago was standing in front of such a judge from Turin, and it was not the first time that the two met.
"and so."
There was no expression on Greed's face, but the tight posture revealed the threat he intended to show.
"Are you sure, Greed?"
There was a rare smile on Diego's face.
"We are also friends, aren't we."
"Never, because your hand keeps holding the sword."
"My left hand is empty."
"But the next second you will use it to hold your gun, the weapon with profane power."
The judge's voice was hard and cold, Diego raised his eyebrows, and the world shrank to the tip of the knife, leaving him and him alone.
"I have to remind you that as long as you pull out the sword on your waist, it will be your death tonight."
Grid did not waver, but gripped the hilt of the cross sword again. This signal was enough to show his attitude.
Diego nodded briefly and meaningfully.
"Good, then come."
Without saying a word, Grid flicked out his left hand with lightning, and a fist-sized metal box flew towards Diago.
Zi~~
A burst of arc released the arc and glare, Diago couldn't help grinning, the judges were indeed pragmatists, they never tried any fair fight, like the storm box hidden in them.
Grid's sheathed cross sword flashed past him, and he threw himself up at the same time he threw the storm box, because he knew it was useless to the person in front of him.
Just as he expected, the printer that was enough to electrify more than a dozen people into a coma was cut by a slightly curved blade. The beating arc did not have any effect on Diego, but it gave Greed a few seconds. Zhong Yi covers his actions.
He quickly crossed the arc that was about to dissipate~EbookFREE.me~Aiming at the opponent's neck, the tip of the sword would pierce the soft muscle fibers, cut the trachea and bones, and cut off Diago's head neatly.
The blade's angle is precise, and all of Gried's spirit is injected into it, making himself a blurry afterimage that is almost untraceable, which is a perfect blow.
But Diego was not there.
The tip of his sword only pierced the illusory afterimage, shattered a dim light and shadow, and then his left shoulder blade split open a big mouth.
Diego saw the target of this attack, he simply avoided it, and then showed the opponent what would happen if he attacked himself.
Accurate and flawless.
Blood poured out of the rift, wetting the white robe and breastplate, as well as the ground beneath his feet. Grid quickly stepped back and pulled off his right hand glove.
"You are with my flesh and blood."
In a blink of an eye, the torn body healed quickly, and then he threw out a box again without hesitation.
The azure flames rushed across the face, Diago flew to avoid the consequences of being scorched, but Grid pulled out a slender black pistol with his empty left hand.
Hey~!
He pulled the trigger, making a slight to almost unrecognizable shot, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Diego frowned and looked back. He found that Wilson Wallace's dead body fell to the ground. There was a thumb-sized blood hole in his forehead. Red and white mixed fluid was slowly pouring out of it. He His eyes widened to death, still seeming to expect the so-called rescuer to rescue him from the secret guard.
Diego shook his head, took out the picture in his pocket, placed it in front of the other party, and lit it with a lighter.
"...Actually, when we went, they were already dead, this is just someone similar to them."