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

Its reddish pupils stared at the figure whispering in the dark alley below.

'Chata, now to defeat your dream demon, we don't have time to delay any longer. ’

The Inquisitor looked at the young Inquisitor in front of him, and when he returned to the church, the prayers recited by the priests and nuns in the church had no effect at all.

Faced with this terrible situation, the Inquisitor also considered returning to the Holy City first, and after receiving the blessing of the choir, he would come and deal with the demon.

Unfortunately, Nolan's portal opens at intervals, and the next portal to a neighboring country will open in a week.

Until then, they could only risk one Inquisitor getting out of control to kill the demon.

'It's... It's running around in my head, do you hear me? Something sticky was crawling inside my body. ’

'Shut up! Chata, don't describe it anymore! I'd love to throw you into the lava. ’

The other Inquisitor was also trying to suppress the whispers in his consciousness, but he had just finished conveying the confidence of such a complaint.

He sensed some kind of danger coming, but most of his consciousness was now used to resist the crazy whispers, and when he sensed the danger coming, he was a step too late.

An arrow, a silent arrow infinitely magnified in his pupils, he didn't know where it came from, the last thing he saw in his sight was the magical inscription attached to the tip of the arrow.

The arrow pierced the inquisitor's forehead, nailing him to the wall behind him, the surface of which could not withstand the tremendous force and cracked in large numbers.

The Inquisitor of Heresy instantly entered a state of battle, his gaze began to search in the shadows of the alley, three identical arrows in a row shot at him, and the Inquisitor of Heresy drew a long sword with a wave of his hand, blocking the three arrows with the blade of his sword.

With his other hand, he pulled out a staff from his black robe, the tip of which was embedded with the pupil of an unknown creature.

The moment he swung his staff, no inscription appeared, and a power from the soul source was released from the tip of his staff, forming a sword-like impact that hit the roof next to the alley.

The impact shattered the bricks on the roof, and a few black feathers scattered as the brick residue fell... A pitch-black figure fell from the roof into the alley.

The figure gradually stepped out of the corner of the alley, and as she reached the moonlight, the Inquisitor widened his pupils.

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

"Traitor? You guys deceived me!! Concealing the truth about the massacre of my people, and making me work for you for so many years, ...... now It's time for you weird blood to pay for it! ”

This dark elf was the leader of the black doves, and she didn't expect to meet such a big one after taking over the task of spying on Qiao Xiu from her master...... Gift.

"We've been looking for you for a long time! Betrayer ......"

The Inquisitor didn't show any mercy, he raised his staff, which was almost a man's height, and slammed it on the ground, the screeching of some creature faintly coming from the stone-paved ground.

The ground occupied by the dark elves began to shake slightly, and a tentacle of unknown energy burst through the ground and grabbed her legs.

The pupils of the creature embedded in the top of the staff also opened slightly, and an impact that could not be caught by the naked eye hit the dark elf at an extremely fast speed, and her body was split into countless pieces by the impact, but these fragments soon turned into pitch-black feathers and slowly fell.

"Have you forgotten who taught you how to fight?"

A cold voice came from behind the Inquisition, and a dagger with a dark green glow stabbed into the back of the Inquisition, and the figure of the dark elf appeared behind him.

But it didn't take long for the dark elf to realize that something was wrong, that her dagger was not piercing a human flesh at all, but... Like some kind of mollusk.

"Our skill and wisdom are God-given ......"

He turned his head and turned to the dark elves almost in a way that a human neck couldn't possibly do.

The Dark Elf also raised its head, looking at the changing face in disbelief.

"You have had the opportunity to share infinite wisdom with God, but you have chosen the most stupid betrayal, and you have also been disgusted... A lowly race like yours would never understand the greatness of the wisdom of the gods, but you should thank me...... Because I'm going to give you another peek at what God has before you die... Endless knowledge. ”

The moment the dark elf's gaze met his, her head felt like it had hit a giant bell on the bell tower, and the pain that was almost torn flooded into her consciousness, and the next second she saw some vision, and heard some kind of crazy whisper.

Once a member of the Inquisition, she knew what these were, and immediately looked away, pulled out her dagger, and took several steps back, but her chaotic consciousness made it impossible for her to think calmly.

"That's why you're humble......" He raised his staff again, but before he could knock it down...

The sound of a bell representing calamity suddenly echoed throughout the alley, and the hand in which he held the staff withered in an instant and turned into a dead thing without any breath of life.

The breath of death quietly permeated the entire alley, and the dark elf raised her head in disbelief, and found a figure shrouded in a tattered cloak appeared in front of her. Only bones remain.

Soul Reaver!

The Dark Elves recognized the almost nightmarish undead creature.

The soul-snatcher's eyes lit up with a soul-stirring soul then stared at the Inquisitor of the Heresy, a piercing but dark voice coming out of his mouth that had long since turned into a skeleton.

"Take your souls... Dedicated to the Duke. ”

It rang the Calamity Bell in its hand once more, and the Inquisitor tried to repair his lifeless arm, but a large number of wraiths struck them with wailing voices.

In the past, the mental attacks inflicted on him by these resentful spirits were not worth mentioning, but now that these resentful spirits were not needed, his own mental state was close to collapse because of those crazy whispers.

The moment the Inquisitor was swallowed up by the torrent of resentful spirits, it meant that he could no longer maintain his sanity.

The Dark Elf also took out his bow and arrows at this moment, aimed at the two Inquisitors, forced down his mental pain, pulled the bowstring and shot the arrow through their foreheads.