Although the worship hall of the village church is not large, in such a solemn atmosphere, the sound of "Zizi" electricity is particularly harsh.

After all, he was the outgoing chief judge of the Inquisition, and even though he had retired and gone into hiding, he did not forget to bring the Holy Inquisition with him. All the means by which prisoners were restricted and sanctioned in the Holy Court were brought by him intact.

"Your Excellency the Chief Judge, I must remind you that you are on the wrong path. ”

Things didn't go in the direction he expected, and Mukasha looked resentful and impatient.

"You don't have any right to talk to me. According to the Inquisition's principle of divine judgment, you have three seconds to consider whether to surrender and confess your crimes. ”

Sixtus replied coldly. There is no room for manoeuvre between words.

"Stupid! The 'Purifier' is dead to you, do you think you're going to be okay?"

Mukasha pointed out the seriousness of the matter.

"One. ”

But the answer was a cold report.

"If you dare to do this, you will definitely regret it!"

At this time, Mukasha's face had begun to turn ugly, and he could see that the other party was not bluffing.

"II. ”

It's still an emotionless report.

"Don't you eat and drink in a toast?"

Realizing his miscalculation, Mukasha looked annoyed. He didn't sit still, he immediately pulled down his black gloves and wanted to fight back, but he was already a step slower, and when he made a slight movement, the arc around him immediately turned into a power grid, and the nerves in Mukasha's whole body were paralyzed by electricity, and he couldn't move for half a minute.

"Three. ”

The last count was counted.

Suddenly there was a thunderclap in the clear sky, and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky and fell directly on the roof of the chapel.

"Cut! I really underestimated you. ”

The lightning from above did not destroy the chapel brick by brick, because all the energy was used to sanction the only prisoner. Mukasha smiled bitterly and said the last sentence of complaint, and was blown into a cloud of scorching lightning, and he didn't even have time to scream......

It is not only the Central Church that has fallen into the "sacred terror" that has caused panic in the hearts of the people.

In the past month or so, in addition to the bloody purges within the Papal Dominions, as well as the "Alexander Tragedy" of the Rocard Empire, there is another incident that has caused a stir in the three continents of Olopa. It was a series of serial homicides that spread across three continents.

The murderer was extremely cruel and treacherous, and the victims were all young women, all of whom disappeared when it was raining, and found that they had been disemboweled, and their internal organs were missing. No one has ever seen what the murderer looks like, but if the locations of the fifteen murders are connected in chronological order, it can be seen that the murderer committed the crime along the line, running counterclockwise around the three continents of Olopa, but no matter which country he went to, in war or in good order, no one could catch or see the murderer, everything was like a layer of mysterious fog. Although only fifteen victims have been victimized so far, the news has spread so quickly that families with young girls are half scared to death, and for the general public, the panic caused by this series of serial murders far exceeds the "holy horror" and "Alexander tragedy".

Of course, some vigilant people still open up old accounts. 100 years ago, there was a serial killer known as the "Ripper on a Rainy Night", who always chose to kidnap young girls on rainy nights and disembowel them. 100 years ago, the "Ripper on a Rainy Night" made the world of Olopa very popular, no one could catch this murderer, and no one had seen the appearance and origin of the murderer, this person seemed to be revealed out of thin air. Fortunately, after a year and a half of crazy crimes, killing more than 100 people, this serial killer suddenly disappeared and never reappeared.

Now, the "Ripper on a Rainy Night", which has disappeared for a hundred years, has suddenly reappeared in the world, what does it mean for this increasingly unprincipled and chaotic world?

Rachel just turned 17 years old and lives in a small village on the outskirts of Daken City in the Kingdom of Shaliland.

The Kingdom of Shalilan is the only country among the twelve secular powers of the Cult of Light located on the continent of Morun, and is separated from the dwarven kingdom of Techino by a large black stone mountain range. To the south of the Great Blackstone Mountains is a kingdom of dwarves full of volcanoes like hell, but to the north of the Great Blackstone Mountains, the kingdom of Shalilan is not necessarily a paradise on earth. Because more than four-fifths of the country is covered by arid and inhospitable deserts, only the northern part of the country, which is close to the coastline, is green space, and 90% of the country's population lives in this narrow green space.

The city of Daken is located on the border between desert and green space. The city has 9 months of the year, and only 3 months are the most pleasant rainy season. This year's early arrival of the rainy season made the people of the city so excited, including Rachel herself, that she forgot the instructions of her elders so much.

"I heard that the one called 'Ripper' has come to our kingdom of Shaliland, Rachel, it's best not to go out, if you have to go out, you and other girls must go together no matter where they go, it's best to be accompanied by a trustworthy man, don't travel alone. Until yesterday, her mother had told Rachel Swing like this, and Rachel had resignedly agreed.

But when it rained heavily, all the advice and promises were left behind, and the most important thing was to send the seeds of the bread oak tree to my grandmother's house as soon as possible, so that my grandmother could plant them while the rain was full.

As you can imagine, Rachel paid the price for her own indiscretion and smugness.

A minute ago, Rachel could not have imagined that bad luck had befallen her, just as she could not have imagined that the culprit of the notorious serial murder was actually a lovely, sweet-looking little girl, but when the little girl opened her mouth and burst out of her mouth it was a hoarse old woman, Rachel almost fainted, and the last trace of disillusionment was shattered, she knew that she was in danger.

The limbs were dominated by fear and could not move for half a minute. Rachel could only watch as the little girl expertly tore open her clothes, lifted the pitted rusty kitchen knife, and slashed at her stomach.

"God, if you are truly all-knowing and all-powerful, please save me!"

Rachel usually hates going to church and doesn't like to pray to the God of Light, but in the moment of her life, she can only tear up, pinning all her hopes on miracles that she did not believe in her existence before.

"Boom" - Just as the kitchen knife was about to touch Rachel's skin, a chain with a hook flew from a distance and wrapped around the little girl's hand holding the kitchen knife.

Rachel was not saved by a miracle of God, but by a tall, thin man with a cross tattoo on the left side of his face, and the other end of the chain was now in the man's hand.

"Tegar, have you fully recovered? Do you want me to cut off the flesh for you?"

Extremely dissatisfied that her "hunting" was stopped, the little girl yelled at the tall and thin man.

In the lazy afternoon, the villagers were resting leisurely, but they were suddenly awakened by a thunderclap on the ground.

The timid children wept and wept, and the adults poked their heads out of the house to see what was happening.

And the place where the thunder fell, the only chapel in the village, was unscathed, not even a trace of being affected by the lightning. Because all the thunder and lightning energy was absorbed by the magic array in the underground of the chapel, and then concentrated at one point and burst out.

In the fourth row of benches in the prayer hall, a mass of black charcoal in the shape of a human figure collapsed where Mukasha had sit. To be precise, the humanoid black charcoal is the corpse of Mukasha himself. At the moment when he was attacked by the Holy Thunder of Judgment, he didn't even have time to scream, his whole body was charred, and because the water in his body was all vaporized, the volume of the humanoid black charcoal was smaller than his own, and his death was quite miserable. The white smoke of "sizzling" is rising near the black charcoal, and the bench on which the humanoid black charcoal is "sitting" has no traces of burning at all.

"Hmph!

The retired chief judge, too lazy to look at the sinner again, turned away. With his own practical actions, Sixtus "politely rejected" the intention of the Truth Society to win him over.