Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 40 Judge Clark
The holy city, the Vatican, the place where Jesus conferred the gods, the place where all the saints attained the Tao.

It is the world's largest sect, the headquarters of the Christian Martial God Sect, and also the world's number one martial arts holy place.

Every year, countless boys and girls come here to study, to gain fame, and to witness the prosperity of martial arts here.

There are also countless believers, three steps and one bow, nine steps and one buckle, meandering here, for admiration, for pilgrimage, and to sublimate their faith here.

Here is the most majestic and gigantic church, the most unsurpassed martial arts in the mainland, and the most powerful man who looks down on the world.

Here you can see countless priests in gray robes, black robes, white robes, and red robes, many of whom are peerless masters who have practiced the "Twelve Gospels".

Here you can see countless heavily armored warriors wearing metal armor with golden crosses cast on them, they are knights of the Knights Templar.

You can see groups of nuns, they are graceful and graceful, they are the nuns of Notre Dame.

You can also see the vicissitudes of the old man in sackcloth and iron staff, reciting scriptures every step of the way, that is the ascetic monk of the ascetic order.

Of course, occasionally, people in black armor with a scarlet cross cast on it and a black cloak can be seen walking hurriedly with their heads bowed. They are the judges of the Trial House.

They were in charge of repression, of destroying the enemies of the Holy See.

After hundreds of years of conquest, the black-armored judges have become the worst nightmare of the enemies of the Holy See, making them terrified and unable to sleep at night.

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Clark walked along the long Milan Avenue, passed the majestic Sistine Chapel, and walked into an inconspicuous chapel.

The chapel is not big, the decoration is not gorgeous, very few people come.

Because this is the residence of the Tribunal, Clark is a mature and experienced judge with outstanding achievements.

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

Some were cleaning weapons, some were wrapping wounds, and some were checking documents. When they saw Clark coming in, they simply nodded at each other. No one came up to say hello, and everyone was busy with their own affairs.

Clark walked straight through the crowd and walked to the back of the church, where there was an entrance leading directly underground.

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

He has gone deep underground.

Indistinct voices came from his ears, including dull groans, desperate screams, crazy laughter, and painful pleadings.
All kinds of chilling voices surrounded him.

This is the black prison of the trial office, where the most dangerous and terrifying prisoners are held. As the enemies of the Holy See, they were arrested by the judges from all over the world.

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

Clark had long been accustomed to the sounds here, he turned a deaf ear and just walked forward.

He turned a corner and walked into a room.

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

They twisted and screamed crazily, but they couldn't avoid the red-hot iron pillar attached to their backs.

In front of the iron pillar stood a man in black robe. Although the room was very hot, he wrapped himself in a thick black cloak, only showing the corner of his mouth slightly upturned.

Hearing Clark coming in, he turned his head, and an old voice came out from the hood: "Oh, Clark, you're back, the Austrian matter is settled?"

Clark knelt down on one knee and said respectfully: "Yes, teacher, they are just a bunch of wolf cubs from the Luna Sect. They have all been killed, and the relevant report has been submitted to the presiding judge."

"Okay, you really deserve to be my disciple, every task is fast and good." The old voice expressed his relief.

The screams of the two women became weaker and weaker, and the frequency of their twisting became smaller and smaller.

"Huh? Are you injured?" The man in black noticed Clark's drooping left arm.

"It's just a small injury, and it won't hinder the next mission." Clark stood up, put his arms behind his back, and said firmly.

The screams of the two women have disappeared, and the bodies are no longer twisting. The clear oil and turbid blood slide down the iron pillar, and before they fall to the bottom, they are evaporated by the heat of the iron pillar. fragrant.

Seeing this scene, the man in black activated a mechanism at hand.

Blazing flames spewed out from the small opening on the iron pillar, completely reducing the two corpses tied to the iron pillar to ashes.

"Who are these two?" Clark couldn't help asking.

"It's just two witches, you say, there are so many martial arts in the world, what's wrong with them, but they want to practice the poisonous arts taught by witches. In order to prevent them from harming others, I had to purify them. Alas, these lost people Lamb." The man in black 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, take care of your wounds," the man in black ordered.

"So, what about my next mission?" Clark was not in a hurry to leave.

"You go back first, heal your injuries, and then continue to do the task. There are so many people in the Trial Office, there is no shortage of you." The old voice was very kind.

"I'm fine. It's just a minor injury. I'll be fine after a few days of rest. I'll take a rest on the way, and it'll be fine." Clark insisted.

"Oh, Clark, I know your piety, your determination, your anger and sadness, but the darkness has been on the mainland for too long, and it cannot be changed overnight." The old voice sounded.

"I know, I just want this day to come sooner, so that people in the world can get out of the dark wrong path earlier, and walk into the avenue of holy light earlier. Therefore, I implore you, teacher, to give me a task!" Clark's tone was firm, full of tenacity.

The man in black was silent for a while, then took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it over.

Clark took it and opened it.

"Bishop. Hidden assassination weapon is powerful and missing. France. London City." He muttered to himself.

Only then raised his head: "Okay, I understand, I will set off immediately."

He just turned his head and was about to leave when he stopped suddenly. He turned around and asked, "Since it happened in France, could it be related to that big plan?"

"This, probably not. According to the current intelligence, it should be an independent incident." The black-robed man's tone was not so sure, he thought for a while, and continued: "If you find any clues during the investigation, it will affect the For that big plan, I grant you the right to use arbitrary power 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."

"Okay, I see. I hope it's really just an independent incident." Clark frowned. Although the whole task was cumbersome and likely to involve a lot, he still accepted the task without hesitation.

Walking out of the prison, he knelt before 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, I will press forward.

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

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

Amen! "

It took a long time before Clark stood up again.

He's already got the "mercy" he wants.

(End of this chapter)