Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 146 The Grand Judge

Holy City, Vatican.

The nameless chapel, under the deep black prison, is filled with faint wailing, moaning, screaming and howling all the year round
Two men in black robes walked in this long tunnel lit by dim yellow candlelight, passing through iron doors with rust and blood stains, and walls with nail scratches on each side, After passing through a series of creepy screams, I came to a slightly newer iron gate.

"squeak"

Amidst the tooth-piercing rubbing sound, the iron door was pushed open by the man in black.

The room behind the iron door is small, with simple furnishings, only a wooden cross nailed to the wall in the middle of the room.

And a strong black figure was kneeling before the cross. His upper body was naked, but steel thorn chains were tightly strung around his body, and sharp thorns were firmly nailed into his chest. Horrible blood holes were nailed into the flesh, and the blood from the wounds had already scabbed over, and the fine blood scabs covered his entire upper body.

But there was no pain on his face, only a touch of calm, as if he was suffering, and the person suffering the pain was not him.

Even if the door was opened and someone walked into the room, his movements and expressions did not change a bit. He still knelt in front of the cross like a stone statue, silently.

"Clark! That's enough! It's not your fault this time!" The old voice came from the black robe, with a trace of anger.

"No, that's my fault! If I can wipe out those revolutionary parties in Paris, there will be no revolutionary army, and our plan will not fail! This is my sin!" the voice of a kneeling dark-skinned man A little hoarse and weak, but very persistent.

"No, this is just a failure, a small setback. The Lord will forgive you and have mercy on you. You shouldn't be knocked down by such a setback!" The old man's voice became kind and warm.

"Will the Lord really have mercy on me?" The voice of the black judge was a little unbelievable.

"Yes, even the omnipotent Lord suffered countless failures and setbacks when He was a mortal. The Lord is merciful, especially to His servants and His believers. He will definitely understand you, pity you, and forgive you." The old man's voice became softer.

"Really? The Lord will really have mercy on me?" The black judge turned his head with tears on his face.

"Yes, the Lord will have mercy on you and forgive you. Lord, I still need you!" The old man's voice was encouraging.

"The Lord still needs me?" the black judge murmured and repeated.

"Yes, you are the judge, the Lord's sharp blade, the Lord's iron fist, and the Lord's sword that cuts through the darkness! You must continue to fight for the Lord! Destroy the darkness for the Lord!" The old man's voice became passionate.

"I am the Lord's sword? I want to destroy the darkness?" The black judge repeated slowly with his eyes confused.

"Wake up, Clark!" The old man's voice exploded suddenly, and he snapped his fingers again: "Crack!"

The eyes of the black man became clear in an instant, he stood up, stroked his chest and said respectfully: "Thank you, teacher, thank you for enlightening me, awakening me, and preventing me from sinking."

The old man exhaled slowly to calm down the boiling internal energy, and then said seriously: "Clark, you are my disciple who has done well, and one failure doesn't mean anything. I understand your piety and your sacrifice better than anyone else. And devotion, you should cheer up and clear the darkness for the Lord! Instead of being like a coward wrapping yourself in thorns and masturbating yourself to escape!"

"Ah!" The black judge roared, his whole body swelled violently, and the chains of thorns tightly wrapped around his body broke instantly, breaking into pieces and falling to the ground in pieces.

Then, ignoring the blood pouring out of his body, he knelt down on one knee: "I am the Lord's sword, and I will sweep away the darkness! Please give me the task."

The old man nodded in satisfaction: "This is my disciple. However, the task this time is very difficult, and there is a high possibility of death. In this case, are you still willing to take it?"

"A glorious death in battle, returning to the kingdom of heaven, and returning to the embrace of the Lord is my ultimate desire!" The blood-stained black judge still insisted.

"Well, it's not peaceful on the mainland recently. Werewolves, vampires, skeletons, witches, etc. are all about to move. And your mission is still related to those werewolves. According to our information, whether it is Luna Sect , is still taught day by day, all of which have large-scale migrations. Villages are constantly being attacked, and almost all villages are massacred. There are no fewer than dozens of incidents reported to the Holy City. According to these It is speculated that they are constantly migrating to the north of the mainland. We suspect that this may be related to the legendary "Griffin's Sacrifice". Therefore, just in case, we must send someone to check, Let's see what's going on." The old man's tone was heavy.

"Griffin's Sacrifice? What is that?" The black judge was puzzled.

"It's very complicated to explain. You wait to heal the wound first, and then go to the Academy of Classics to retrieve relevant information, and then you will understand." The old man said.

"Then my mission this time is to detect and collect information?" the black judge confirmed.

"It's not just that, if it hinders our Holy See or the Lord's cause, then find a way to destroy it! Destroy this festival!" the old man explained.

"Destruction!" The black man frowned suddenly: "If the two werewolves of the Sun-by-Sun Sect and the Luna Sect are really likely to unite and merge this time, they really need to be destroyed, but with my strength, such a major Task, I, I'm afraid."

"Of course it's not just you going alone, but also him, my old friend, the new big judge in our office." The old man smiled and pointed to the black-robed man behind him.

"Clark, long time no see." The cloak was taken off. It was an old man with white hair and a kind face. That was Richelieu, the former Patriarch of France!

"What, you?" Clark opened his mouth wide.

"If you fail, you have to pay some price. From now on, I am a member of the court, and we are colleagues now." The great judge Richelieu said with a smile.

"But, but you, don't you blame me?" Clark still couldn't believe it.

"The matter has come to this point, what's the use of blaming you. I'm getting old, so in my last days, I want to use some residual energy to clear up some darkness for the holy religion and eliminate some enemies. In this way, it can be regarded as making up for it. "The Grand Inquisitor Richelieu spoke calmly, with a little carelessness.

"But this mission is not easy, this battle may be possible." Clark hesitated.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm also a martial saint anyway, although I haven't really done it for many years, but I'm an ascetic monk after all, and I haven't lost the nine-style Moses stick technique for a day. Alright, let's go together, Go to Notre Dame first, heal your wounds, get some good medicine, and prepare well. Sigh, I haven’t traveled to the mainland for a long time, and I never thought that there would be such an opportunity in my lifetime.” The great judge Richelieu brought a review of the past. The memory, said generously.

(End of this chapter)