The Holy City, the Vatican, the land of the gods of Jesus, the place where all saints attained the Enlightenment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is the number one faction in the world, the headquarters of the Duji Martial God Sect, and the number one martial arts holy place in the world.

Every year, countless boys and girls come here to study, to make a name for themselves, and to witness the prosperity of martial arts here.

There are also countless believers, three steps and one worship, nine steps and one buckle, come in a hurry, for admiration, for pilgrimage, in order to sublimate the faith in their hearts here.

There are the most magnificent and huge churches, the most powerful martial arts in the continent, and the strongest people in the world.

There are countless gray-robed, black-robed, white-robed, and red-robed priests here, many of whom are peerless masters who have cultivated the "Twelve Gospels".

Countless heavily armored warriors wearing metal armor with golden crosses cast on them can be seen here, knights of the Templar Order.

You can see groups of nuns, with graceful figures and swaying steps, which are the nuns of Notre-Dame.

You can also see the vicissitudes of life of the old man in sackcloth and iron rod, reciting scriptures with every step, which is the ascetic of the ascetic society.

Of course, occasionally, you can also see a person in black armor with a blood-colored cross cast on the armor and a black cloak, hurrying with his head bowed, and that is the judge of the Inquisition.

They were responsible for suppression, the elimination of the enemies of the Holy See.

After hundreds of years of conquest, the Inquisitor of the Black Armor has become the deepest nightmare of the enemies of the Holy See, making them terrified and unable to sleep at night.

Clark walked through the long Milan avenue, past the majestic Sistine Chapel, and into a nondescript chapel.

The chapel is not large, the decoration is not ornate, and very few people come.

Because this is the site of the Inquisition, Clark is a highly decorated and sophisticated Inquisitor.

Walking into the chapel, there were only a few people inside, but all of them were gloomy and silent.

Some were wiping their weapons, some were wrapping wounds, some were checking documents, and when they saw Clark coming in, they simply nodded to each other, no one came up to say hello, and everyone was busy with their own business.

Clark walked straight through the crowd to the back of the church, where there was an entrance that led to the underground.

He walked into the dark entrance, walked through the long corridor, and after strict identification, confirmation, and clearance over and over again.

He has gone deep underground.

There was a faint sound in his ears, a dull grunt, a desperate scream, a crazy laugh, and a painful plea......

All sorts of chilling voices surrounded him.

This is the black prison of the Inquisition, where the most dangerous and terrible prisoners are held, and as enemies of the Holy See, they have been captured by the Inquisitors from thousands of miles on the mainland.

So this is also the exhibition room where the inquisitors display their loot.

Clark was so accustomed to the sound that he turned a deaf ear and just walked forward.

He turned a corner and walked into a room.

It was very hot in the room, and two naked women were tied to two red iron pillars.

They writhed and screamed wildly, but they couldn't avoid the red-hot iron pillar that was attached to their backs.

In front of the iron pillar, there was a black-robed man, the room was obviously very hot, but he wrapped his whole body in a heavy black cloak, revealing only the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

Hearing Clark come in, he turned around, and the old voice came out of the hood: "Oh, Clark, you're back, and the Austrian thing is settled?"

Clark knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Yes, teacher, it's just a bunch of wolf cubs of the Luna Sect, all of them have been killed, and the relevant reports have been submitted to the presiding judge." ”

"Okay, sure enough, he is worthy of being my disciple, and every task is fast and good. The old man's voice expressed relief.

The screams of the two women grew weaker and weaker, and the frequency of their writhing became less and less.

"Huh, you're hurt?" the black-robed man noticed Clark's somewhat drooping left arm.

"It's just a few minor injuries that don't get in the way of the next mission. Clark stood up, folded his arms behind his back, and said firmly.

The screams of the two women had disappeared, their bodies were no longer writhing, and the clear grease and turbid blood slid down the iron pillar, and before they fell to the end, they were evaporated by the heat of the iron pillar, and the air was filled with a faint smell of meat.

Seeing this, the black-robed man flicked a mechanism at hand.

Raging flames erupted from the small openings in the iron pillar, completely reducing the two corpses tied to the iron pillar to ashes.

"These two?" asked Clarke.

"It's just two witches, you said, with so many martial arts in the world, what are they not good at practicing, but they want to practice the poisonous skills of the witch cult. In order to prevent them from harming others, I had to purify them. Alas, these lost lambs. The black-robed man sighed.

"Yes, we have a long way to go, and the world has been lost for too long. Clark agreed.

"Okay, you go down first, and heal well. The black-robed man commanded.

"So, what about my next mission?" Clark was in no hurry to leave.

"You go back first, heal your wounds, and then continue to do the mission, there are so many people in the Inquisition, there is no shortage of you. The old man's voice was very loving.

"I don't have a problem, it's just a small injury, just rest for a few days, I'll take a break on the road, it's almost there. Clark insisted.

"Alas, Clark, I know, your piety, your determination, your anger and sorrow, but darkness has been on the continent for too long, and it can't be changed overnight......" The old voice sounded.

"I know, I just want this day to come earlier, the world can get out of the darkness earlier, and enter the avenue of light earlier, this is the vow I made at the beginning, and it is also the goal I have been fighting for all my life, so I beg you, teacher, to give me a task!" Clarke's tone was firm and full of tenacity.

The black-robed man was silent for a while before he took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it over.

Clark took it and opened it.

"Bishop...... Assassination...... Hidden Weapon ...... It's powerful...... Nowhere to be found...... France...... Luntu City ......," he muttered to himself.

Only then did he raise his head: "Okay, I understand, I will set off immediately." ”

He had just turned his head and was about to leave, when he suddenly stopped again, and he turned back and asked, "Since it happened in France, could it have something to do with that big plan?"

"This, probably not, according to current intelligence, should be an independent incident. The black-robed man's tone was not so sure, he thought for a moment, and continued: "If you find any clues during the investigation that will affect the big plan, I grant you the right to use arbitrariness to eliminate all restless factors and ensure the implementation of the plan." I will write to Patriarch Richelieu, and he will give you some help when the time comes. ”

"Well, I see, hopefully it's really just a separate event. Clark's brow furrowed, and although the whole task was rather cumbersome and likely to involve a lot, he accepted it without hesitation.

Walking out of the black prison, he knelt down in front of the statue of the Valkyrie in the chapel.

"May the Lord have mercy on me and clear the fog for me.

May the Lord have mercy on me and show me the way.

May the Lord have mercy on me and fill me with strength.

May the Lord have mercy on me, and I will push forward.

May the Lord have mercy on me, and I will not be defeated.

May the Lord have mercy on me, and I will be invincible!

Amen!"

It was a long time before Clark got back on his feet.

He has already received the "mercy" he wants.