The next morning, Artorius opened his hazy eyes, and he tried to get up from the table, but his eyes were shaky as far as he could see. He smiled self-deprecatingly, he was really drunk. Poof, he fell out of bed, and then went back to sleeping.

Hill behind the Inquisition.

Although generations of blasphemers who opposed the Church were buried throughout the back mountain, none of them left a tombstone, because the Inquisition believed that erecting a monument to these sinners would leave their evil thoughts in the world, and that these thoughts would affect the deacons of the Inquisition who were faithful to the Lord. Therefore, the entire back mountain, except for the mountain, is a barren cemetery with no grass.

On weekdays, it's quiet, and today is no exception. It's just a different thing, there was a white-skinned woman standing in the graveyard, her white was a miserable white, and it looked a little cold, when in fact her skin was not hot. If anyone dares to touch her skin, they must risk freezing into ice. She was Judiwen, who had returned to the Inquisition with the director.

She held a skull staff that emitted dark blue flames, and wore a long-sleeved female mage blouse and a pale cyan cloak that extended to her legs. He wears a pair of black stockings underneath. The gap between the top and the black socks invites infinite reverie. She held the staff in both hands with a pair of pure white gloves. The glove held the staff of the flaming blue flame, and the sight looked very eerie.

Judiwin looked at the land silently, unable to tell what it felt in her heart, in her eyes, the land was covered with thick white bones, and each bone seemed to tell a sad story. Maybe it was because it was one of them. Judiwin looked at the white bones buried deep in the ground, as if he saw the numbness of their death. It was after the inhuman torture of the Inquisition, and man had become like wood.

It was only at the end of the execution that he dared to secretly show a little relief in his eyes. Even this little expression should be afraid of being seen by the executioner. Because seeing may face greater pain. This is the memory of these dead bodies in the Inquisition.

Of course, Judiwin has experienced this, so as the speed of watching increases, her face becomes more and more cold, and with her cold and delicate face, there is a kind of beauty of an angry ice fairy.

In the prison of the Inquisition, the higher the cultivation, the more severe the torture suffered. Judiwin began to search for the severely tortured corpses. A day and a night passed, and Judiwen was still closing her eyes to perceive that there were already a few scattered white bones around her, some of which had begun to turn yellow. Still, Judiwin didn't give up. She was looking for a more powerful corpse to build on her entire calling. So she continued to search patiently.

Another week passed, and exhaustion was already written on Judiwen's face. Finally, she searched the last area of the graveyard, and she was not Karthas who could summon a powerful undead spirit with a few bones at will. She needs to excel in every aspect. This is the only way to summon powerful undead. Focused, Judiwin began to carefully search the last area. This area is very close to the court. It should be the many strong people killed at the beginning of the establishment of the Inquisition. Judiwin is now in the late stage of the Pope level, so according to the requirements of the summoning technique, she cannot summon undead who are more than two minor levels above her, that is, she cannot exceed the mid-stage demigod.

She swept past one ancient powerhouse after another, and everyone's aura was exceptionally powerful. Judiwin knew that none of this was something she could touch. Scanning around, she found a strange corpse. This corpse had not been tortured at all in his life, and his body did not release a terrifying aura like other strong men, he did not exude a trace of aura at all. It's like an ordinary person!

You know, although this is a mass graveyard. However, the minimum standard for those who can be buried here is to be a monk of the god servant level. So it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to appear here!, with curiosity, Judiwen flew to the place where the breathless skeleton was. Divine power burst out, and the skeleton rushed out of the ground. He's complete? This surprised Judiwin again. It was a complete corpse! It was the first time she had found a complete corpse in a cemetery. In fact, because the strong people who died here were tortured before they died, and when they finally died, they were scarred all over their bodies, and the bones on their bodies were broken in a few places. Some of the corpses even had a few bones left.

Looking at the complete skeleton, Judiwin looked at the other skeletons. Suddenly feeling the gap, with a wave of his hand, the other skeletons returned to the ground. She flew to the Olympia Mountains with the skeleton. Setting the body aside, she began to breathe with her eyes closed.

Inside the Inquisition.

Several cardinals were talking to Dresser, who kept his expression calm, listening, occasionally laughing and joking with his subordinates.

Some people were happy and some were sad, and Atorius woke up from his drunkenness, rubbed his eyes, and it was already sunset. Last night's borrowing of wine to kill his sorrows did not ease the sorrow in his heart in the slightest. He vaguely felt that he had caught up with a great era! But whenever there was a great era, there would definitely be bloody wars. In order to defeat the Yehejiao, I don't know how the director will fight. At present, the strength of the director is probably stronger than that of the pope wearing the three holy relics of the pope. It's just that the church has hidden a lot of strength over the years. It is not enough to look at these people in the Inquisition. And most importantly, Yahweh and God are on the side of the church, and as God, no one can challenge his authority. It's just that he hasn't made a move for a long time, and I don't know if he will intervene at a critical moment for the church. If not, then the church will definitely be easily destroyed. But once God intervenes, Athoris thinks the result must be irreversible.

But! Where in the world is there so much hesitation! Just dare to challenge God with what I am good at! I must follow him! I don't know if it was because of drinking to strengthen my courage or for some other reason, Artoris yelled, "For freedom!" Then he flew to the director's mansion.

The hill behind the Inquisition.

Judiwen, who was already very pale, was even paler at the moment. In front of her, the summoning array had been formed, and with the help of the staff, the summoning array was lit with blue flames. The incantation she chanted softly seemed to be like a beautiful little poem. This state lasted for five days, and Judiwin did not move. She looked at the summoning array in front of her intently, but the sweat on her forehead proved that she was summoning as hard as she could. Under normal circumstances, the soul of the undead will return to his body in about three days, but the corpse in front of him has no intention of returning to his soul at all. Besides, if he continues to release his divine power like this, Judiwin will not be able to hold on.

After weighing it for a while, Judiwin decided to withdraw her divine power, and just as she was about to withdraw, an invisible hand grabbed her neck, suppressing her and she couldn't breathe! "You want to enslave me? Are you thinking too much! I didn't think that you won't be able to be clean after death!" Judiwen looked fixedly, and the corpse that had been lying in the summoning array had already sat up, one hand grabbing her neck.

She could clearly feel the terrifying soul fluctuations coming from the corpse, and this strength definitely exceeded the mid-stage demigod. Under the pressure of the bone hand, Judy Win is in danger. She intermittently rumored to the corpse: "You...... Let me go, I ...... I...... Help you come back to life. ”

A feeling of disdain came over the soul of the corpse. "Resurrection? How to resurrect? Do you want to be a dog to the church? Be a subordinate to that god? Now the church really dares to do anything, even the dead body!" Judiwen's eyes widened. As the corpse's mood fluctuated just now, the strength in his hands increased again.

"I! I'm not...... I'm not from the church......" Judiwin tried to explain.

"Not from the church, how can you be here! This is the mountain behind the Inquisition, who can come but the church members!"

Judiwen felt that she was about to be wrongfully killed, and she wanted to explain to the corpse, but the corpse was too tightly grasped, and she felt that the feeling of death slowly returned to her.

Lost was written on the evening of June 18