Holy City, the atonement chamber of the Inquisition.

It was late at night, but the atoning room was filled with holy light, and the light seeped through the statue of the god in the center of the prayer room.

"Father! Please let me listen to the choir again... Definitely ......."

But the view in the whole prayer room was not holy, and a group of people knelt down in front of the idol and prayed, and one of them had already fallen in front of the idol and lost his breath.

There was also a strange mark on his forehead, and the mark was still hot, and the heat generated by the mark burned along with the skull and brain tissue inside.

And judging by the attire on their bodies, they are all inquisitors of the Inquisition.

"It is the great choir that reverberates all around, and my child, your utter utterance of the chanting of the gods and the choir's chants shows that your heart has turned away from the splendor of the gods."

A heretical presiding judge shrouded in black robes said in a mournful tone with a canon in his hand.

"Return to God and repent."

"No... No, Father Divine! I lied! I didn't hear those whispers at all! The choir singing healed me! ”

But no matter how much one of them resisted, a tall sword and axe grabbed the inquisitor, and the next second, a hot imprint appeared on the forehead of the out-of-control inquisitor.

His resistance burned the terrifying imprint and all the soft tissues in his brain.

This brutal execution did not last long, and within ten minutes all four 'unqualified' inquisitors had fallen to the ground.

After the execution, the presiding priest turned around, and behind him sat all the inquisitors of the Inquisition, numbering in the hundreds.

Because the room of atonement could only accommodate hundreds of people, Cheryl was one of the people who sat and watched the 'judgment'.

The priest has begun to state things like, 'The gods have given them everything, but they have turned away from the splendor of the gods.'

A large part of the Inquisitors around Cheryl began to pray, for they were all fanatical believers.

No one would join the shady organization of the Inquisition for no reason.

Most of them had physical disabilities before joining, such as missing arms, legs, or even terminal illnesses that only survived a day or two.

But after joining the Inquisition, the gods answered their prayers and healed wounds that even the most advanced Holy Light Techniques could not fully heal.

Coupled with a long period of brainwashing, the fanatical believers in the entire court accounted for the majority.

Cheryl is an exception, she has long seen through these little tricks.

The so-called 'turning away from the brilliance of the gods' is nothing more than 'Wow! Why are the choir songs so bad!! This is a thought that borders on death.

In this way, the choir anthem will not help the inquisitors to dispel the whispers in their minds......

The Inquisitor who has long been haunted by whispers will be executed like this, as a traitor who has deviated from the way of the gods.

Strictly, Cheryl is now considered an apostate who has 'deviated from the ways of the gods', as she has now converted to the Web and the Spellcaster Forum.

Listen to the song that has Hearthstone to write a diary for fun!

The choir and the hymns of the saints only made her yawn, but with the help of the magic web, Cheryl was able to get some joy and dispel the whispers in her head.

The ritual of atonement was soon over, and Cheryl returned to her room as she wished.

She opened the Spellcaster Forum as usual, and the number of replies to the book "Diary of a Heresy Inquisitor" she had written in the Immovable Library of the Spellcaster Forum a few days ago had already exceeded a thousand.

Watching so many people discuss what she has created, Cheryl has an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

This is far more fulfilling than the sense of accomplishment she gets from assassinating a heretic as an assassin.

After all, she enjoyed the appreciation and attention from others more than the desperate eyes of the deceased.

However, due to the temporary mandatory attendance of the presiding judge to attend the execution ceremony, she returned to her room a little later today than usual.

This was well past her time to update the Diary of an Inquisitor, so when she looked at the reply below again this time, a group of people asked why there wasn't any brand new content to look at yet?

Write right away. ’

She replied with a brief three words to appease the spellcasters, and began to pull out her old diary, ready to start updating the latest content.

But then there was a knock on the door to her room.

"Who?"

The interface of the magic net in front of her disappeared, and even the flickering candles in her room slowly extinguished.

"It's me, Cheryl."

A soft voice came from outside the door, and the vigilant expression on Cheryl's face disappeared instantly, and she quickly ran to the door and opened the door of her room.

Standing outside the door was a woman who looked much older than Cheryl, both in size and height, especially in her breasts.

Her golden hair fell through the nun hat she wore on her head, and her turquoise pupils reflected Cheryl's young figure.

No matter how mature this woman looks, it is undeniable that she is younger than Cheryl and is a descendant of Cheryl in the Inquisition... is also a junior who has the best relationship with Cheryl.

"Denisha... Is there anything wrong with looking for me so late? “

Cheryl, as a senior, led the nun, Denissa, to sit beside her bed.

She returned to the Inquisition to save her junior, but Denisha was different.

The inquisitor, dressed in a nun's garment, was very strong in her faith......

Cheryl tries to convince her to betray the Church, and it is difficult for Nolan to play cards in the Chaos Demon's tavern.

But today, in the middle of the night, she suddenly found herself, and Cheryl found an opportunity.

"I..."

The expression on Denissa's face was a little hesitant, and her hands were clasped together in a prayerful gesture on her chest, after she had been struggling with her thoughts for more than ten seconds in a row.

"Cheryl... I can't take the choir's hymn blessings anymore, and the voices keep echoing in my head... The blessings of the choir simply could not drive them away. ”

She looked at Cheryl in front of her with extremely uneasy eyes and said.

"I've never turned my back on the idea of believing in the gods, but why can't I get the blessing of the choir?"

That's because your tastes have changed! Stop listening to hymns! It's time to try rock 'n' roll! Girl!

Cheryl admits that the chants sung by the choir have magic that affects the human spirit, such as relaxing the human spirit and feeling happy.

But after Cheryl's test, this effect is to produce boredom according to time.

She had long been tired of listening to the hymns she had listened to for decades, and the nun named Denisha in front of her, who had only been in the Inquisition for less than five years, had become immune to the effects of the hymns, and it seemed that she was better than Cheryl in terms of musical taste.