Compared to the fierce battle outside, the encounter that took place in the dense forest of the valley was less striking, but it was more thrilling.

"When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is watching you. Fifty years ago, when the young night watchman Victor stepped into the Inquisition with a bitter hatred for heresy, the first thing he saw was this famous phrase carved into the wall of the Inquisition, and now Victor feels the weight of it.

A sword entwined with pale flames slashed a red-gloved Night's Watch alive, and half of the corpse fell from the flames.

Retracting his sword, Victor's face turned from initial anger to indifference.

Fundamentally different from the rest of the Church, the Inquisition, a deformed institution that has grown up in the shadow of its radiance, will never give room to dogmatic knights and priests, who are more ruthless executioners who have grown up in slaughter.

In a way, the Night's Watch are more like another group of heretics that the Church has cultivated to fight heretics.

Though all around him, all the young Night's Watch who had followed him, with the same desire to punish heresy, had fallen into eternal sleep, and the sword that killed them was in the hands of their predecessors.

At this moment, the presiding judge is already alone, and standing opposite him are more than 20 former comrades-in-arms, in the previous melee, his subordinates were besieged and all destroyed, but less than five people fell on the opposite side, which shows the strength of this group of red gloves.

"What an ironic scene, Victor. The vampire licked his lips and looked at the presiding judge surrounded by dozens of red-gloved inquisitors, "The only pity is that it seems that I don't have a chance to eat your blood tonight, I have never been interested in the blood of the dead, how can I say it? ”

Victor was indifferent, he just stared at the high-ranking inquisitors besieging him, and said coldly, "Have you forgotten the oath you took on the first day you entered the Holy Spirit Hall?"

"We have not forgotten, Dear Victor. An older Red Glove said unhurriedly, "Like you, we have chosen to plunge into the darkness, to fight all our lives to destroy the existence that hinders the light, and to wait for the Lord to give light to the world, but the princess you choose to serve must die." ”

"It's you, it's you, I'm so disappointed in you, Your Excellency Diana is the true Divine Being, the only true saint in the entire Holy See for thousands of years, who will one day spread the glory of the Lord all over the continent and burn all heretics at the stake. Victor turned his head, "No one can stop this." ”

"Her appearance is more dangerous than all heretics combined, because after burning all the heretics, she will burn the church as well. "For the sake of the friendship we formed when we were young, I can not kill you, and we can even go and clean up Daedalus afterwards, as long as you let go of your useless obsessions." ”

Victor looked at the partner he had worked with for a long time, and suddenly laughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "That's right, you are the same as those two old wastes, from the brain to the soul have been decayed, hehe, of course you are reluctant to give up the power that you have won so hard, and you are even more afraid that the arrival of the Holy Maiden will completely destroy the foundation of your power---- now this rotten church, in this case, what else is there to say between us?"

Sente was still very calm, "Victor, sure enough, you are still too young, I thought that the blood shed by these young people tonight would make you sober up, it seems that I am a little naïve." ”

Victor didn't answer, but raised his sword, and the divine flames kept scurrying on the blade, like a pale snake.

"So, which of you should be given the supreme glory of the Grand Inquisitor of the Hand Blade Inquisition?" the Grand Inquisitor glanced contemptuously at the dozen or so Red Gloves around him, raising his sword.

"Don't worry, it's not them, it's going to be me who will do it last. Borherz smiled and said, "After they beat you half to death, after all, it is more appropriate to leave this kind of thing to me, a heretic in your mouth, and these cunning humans will not give people a handle." ”

As soon as the vampire finished speaking, he saw a blade of fire full of holy smell rush towards him, and wherever the flames went, the moisture in the woods disappeared, and the surrounding bushes burned with pure white flames.

In the face of the flames that radiated powerful holy power, the vampire was indifferent and did not dodge as usual, because he knew that the sword could not hurt him.

"Asylum. Sente uttered a short prayer, and an arc-shaped wall of light appeared in front of him, cutting the blade of flame in half.

"Blessings. With the chanting of the old night watchman, the swords of the red gloves around him flashed. Then, several fierce sword winds slashed towards the remaining half of the flames, slicing the holy flames into countless flying star dusts.

"Shock. After cracking Victor's attack, Cente quickly formed a handprint, a magic that can create a temporary paralyzing effect, and the moment the opponent is unable to move, the High Inquisitors will launch the deadliest attack.

As the most senior Red Glove troops in the Inquisition, they are not only good at using divine magic, but they also know how to deal with those who use it.

Victor's figure stiffened for a moment as Cente expected, and at this moment, the red gloves took the opportunity to attack, and the bright sword rays formed an impenetrable net around Victor's body.

"What art!" Borherz, who was leaning under the tree, saw this scene, and couldn't help but admire it in his heart, the movements of the red gloves were clean and neat, without dragging the mud and water, the timing was just right, and the cooperation between them was even more exquisite.

Compared to the orcs, who are disorganized and clumsy, the Red Glove of the enemy's fighting style is more to his taste.

It is no wonder that for hundreds of years, the Luciferian Order has always fallen behind in the struggle with the Church Inquisition, although the overall strength is far superior to the latter, but once a large-scale battle breaks out, a few night watchmen form a battle formation, and if they cooperate properly, they can completely defeat dozens of disorganized orcs.

This sense of collaboration alone is something that the loose Luciferian Order can never have, and the vast majority of heretical races are fighting on their own, and are only forced to unite in the face of unprecedented pressure from the Church.

Even the arrogant Ashamai bloodline had to admit that for now, the entire "Lucifer" could not find a team that could match the Red Gloves in terms of execution.

"Not necessarily, though, until Daedalus finishes his alchemy experiments. Thinking of this, an imperceptible sneer crossed the Blood's handsome face, and at the same time, maliciously reminded the night watchman of the frightened and desperate expression on his face when facing the hordes of alchemy golems.

However, what happened in the next moment pulled his flying thoughts back.

Victor's figure was torn apart like a shattered mirror by dozens of sword lights, and the seasoned Night's Watch immediately realized that what they had struck was just an illusion.

And Sente, who retreated to the rear, did not hesitate to chant the sacred incantation, his hands folded, and countless fine golden filaments of light erupted from his red gloves, forming a magnificent shield to block Victor, who had rushed in front of him.

The flames on the long sword collided and rubbed against the golden wires, releasing majestic heat, burning a wall of flames several meters high in the depths of the forest sea, and countless tongues of fire licked the leaves in the woods, and the dim dense forest instantly burst into the sky, as bright as day.

The shield cracked and splattered into clouds of flames, and Sente staggered, taking a few steps backwards in embarrassment, an extra wound on his chest, oozing blood that soaked the inky black Night's Watch robes, the veteran Night's Watch who had been nearly battered in the first turn alone.

Victor did not pursue, because there were several sharp sword intent behind him and slashed towards the back of his head, Victor smiled coldly, turned around and took out the sword, the snow light of the sword drew a deadly afterimage, and where the sword fell, it brought up a fluffy blood flower.

His counterattack was swift and sharp, and just moments later, several more Red Gloves fell under his sword, and even in battle, the High Night's Watch suffered heavy casualties.

As one of the three presiding judges, Victor knows the tactics and style of the Red Gloves inside out. What's more, as early as a few decades ago, Victor, who was still an ordinary night watchman, was already a recognized genius within the entire Inquisition, and his brilliant achievements on the battlefield of heresy were obvious to all throughout the Inquisition.

As the sword danced, the pale flames grew more and more intense, as if to pour out the wrath of their masters, and unscrupulously climbed onto the robes, sleeves, and capes of the Red Gloves.

The besieging Night's Watch was momentarily embarrassed. In the face of the presiding judge's cold and resolute counterattack, they couldn't even fight back, once the long sword they wore pierced into the surrounding flames, it would immediately melt into a puddle of molten steel, and then the surging flames would engulf everything in their field of vision, even the red gloves who were accustomed to life and death still looked vulnerable under the flame of the presiding judge's lifelong cultivation.

After a brief encounter, they had to retreat, keeping a distance and staring warily at Victor.

Looking at the arrogant figure standing in the firelight, for a moment, even the indifferent high-level night watchmen felt a little awe-inspiring, although they couldn't see the expressions on their faces clearly through the metal masks, but their gaze on the presiding judge was already in awe.

In just a few breaths, the Church's youngest Grand Inquisitor had already claimed the lives of eight Red Gloves, more than the dozens of his men had previously suffered against Victor.

If it weren't for the beginning, Sente, who was familiar with Victor's strength, took advantage of the other party's surprise to use magic to entangle the presiding judge, I'm afraid that the side that was wiped out would be the Red Gloves.

And now that Sent has been wounded, how can they stop the terrifying Victor from avenging his men?

No one knew the answer, but despite this, the Red Gloves silently raised their swords and aimed them at the presiding judge who came from the firelight, showing no signs of wavering in their eyes.

"Very good, you who have such a determination to die are worthy of the red gloves in your hands. Victor said coldly, slowly walking towards the remaining dozen or so night watchmen, the bright red liquid slowly dripping along the sword in his hand, but quickly scorched away by the rising flames before hitting the ground.

Victor held his sword aloft, his body surrounded by pale purifying fire, several flames shaking off the sword, drawing an incomprehensible pattern on the ground beneath his feet. The divine aura gushed out from the magic circle, turning into pieces of white mist and condensing without dissipating, and the pale flames on the sword flowed even more frantically, skyrocketing to five meters away.

The faces of the red gloves changed slightly, and they recognized that this was the "Divine Slash" in the Bright Sword Style, which was extremely powerful, and the only weakness was that the charging time was long, and it was easy to be interrupted during the period, but the Grand Inquisitor obviously took this into account, and that Divine Array could not only enhance the power of the "Divine Slash", but also create a barrier against external attacks.

Among the people in the field, even the most skilled Sente could not break through the white mist that exerted powerful divine power, and the other night watchmen were helpless.

"Turn your backs on the Red Gloves of the Lord and be questioned by the fire of Purgatory. ”

Victor looked at his enemies with a hint of mockery, and as soon as his wrist sank, he was about to swing his sword, and the "Holy Slash" from his own hand was above the attack power of the high-level paladins, and it was enough to kill these rebels.

At this time, under the bright moonlight, there was suddenly a strange red.

It was as if a drop of red ink fell into the clear water and spread at an alarming speed, and the moonlight as clear as water was dyed a strange blood red, and then, the entire dense forest, except where Victor stood, all the corners illuminated by the moonlight were submerged in this blood-colored lake.

The Red Gloves felt their bodies become extremely heavy, and they were even struggling to breathe as they were illuminated by the blood-colored moonlight. Fatigue and weakness hit me.

Only the figure of the blood clan was not affected in the slightest, with a strange smile on his face, like an emperor strolling through the blood-colored courtyard, it seemed slow, but in the eyes of the red gloves, every time Borherz took a step, countless afterimages of blood shadows would appear behind him, and it was impossible to capture his body with the naked eye alone. And after he took a few steps, Victor's sword had not yet fallen.

The Blood Clan stretched out his arm and gently poked out his fingers, and when his nails touched the edge of the Divine Array, the white mist fluctuated violently, and then was easily torn apart like a blank piece of paper.

Victor's face suddenly turned paler than the flames, and at the side of his body, at the last moment, the sword changed direction and slashed at Borhez diagonally, and at the same time, the cloak on his body danced wildly, violently rolled up, and blocked in front of him.

The sword wind is whistling, the oncoming sword qi can even cut through steel, and the holy flame on the sword is one of the few substances that can kill vampires, but the vampire is unaware of this, and still has that calm and gentle expression, and the blood dagger has appeared in his hand at some point.

The boundless color of blood converged into the dagger, turning into a dark red light that pierced Victor's cloak in an instant, and the latter's body flew backwards like a cloud, slumping under a tree.

The flame passed by Borhez, and the trees along the way lit up like torches, and the light of the fire illuminated Victor's face, which was completely blood-colored, snow-white as paper, and where still retained the majesty of being the third person in the Holy See's Inquisition.

"You're defeated. It was Sente who said this, and the night watchman took off his mask, and under the mask was a wrinkled old face, and at this moment, he stared at Victor's pale face with complicated eyes.

Victor coughed up a mouthful of blood, there was a bloody hole in his chest, but the real injury was not here, the curse left in his body by the bloody dagger was the reason for his tragic state at the moment, with Diana's divine physique, he couldn't resist the power of this dagger, let alone him.

"Don't struggle, if you get stabbed by this, even Cicero won't be able to save you. Borherz licked the blood beads off his dagger, "If it's your Pope, maybe it's still possible." ”

Victor fell silent and did not deny it. At the moment of falling to the ground, he had already used all his magic power to heal, with his presiding judge-level divine skill, even compared to the cardinal, as long as it was not fatal, he could use divine magic to recover, which was also an important reason why he was able to retreat from countless death-defying duels with powerful heretics.

But this time, the injury was beyond imagination, and to Victor's knowledge, even the high-level magic ----- "Praise of Life", which claimed to be able to pull any dying person back from the line of death, was powerless against the evil curse on the dagger.