Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 674

  Chapter 674 Doomsday Storm: Holy Trial

Vito was hung on the roof, and there were scarlet wounds on his skin, which are still increasing now. The waving whip hit him, turning the snow-white skin into a red scroll. background.

   Those who whipped him, or her, were none other than the priests of the state church. They were divided into a group of three, swinging their whips and whipping Vito's whole body from all angles.

   "Who are you?" asked the Anglican priest, raising his braids, "Emissary of the Emperor" "Lies!"

  Following the roar, another whip hit Vito's body. The pastor roared loudly, whipping his hands, thighs and abdomen continuously, "You are the demon of chaos, you are the lackey of heresy!"

   Yes, this is an interrogation, or rather, an Anglican greeting, what? Don't you think that the state religion judges whether a saint is real or not by sitting down to drink tea with him and chatting with him?

No, of course not, their words are pungent whips, holy water splashed in the air, and sticks that are constantly whipped on people, because the state religion believes that pain can cleanse a person's soul, and it can also reveal that the person's Is the soul truly pure, as that prayer says.

   "Pain is prayer, torture is redemption."

  The braid slammed on Vito's face, and there was a **** on the left side of his face, but Vito's face only had an indifferent expression and deep speechlessness.

This is actually a technique of the Tribunal, identifying potential traitors and Chaos believers in disguise, stimulating their strength through whipping, and forcing themselves or the demons behind the scenes to save their lives when they are dying, To ensure its continuity and value.

   And naturally, when they choose to do this, it's tantamount to recruiting, and the rest is simple, you know, Inquisition style.

  The irony is that Vito is currently undergoing such an inspection, the pain on his body is secondary, and the irony in his heart is what makes him smile bitterly.

   And this smile seemed to make the priest of the state religion notice him, and he raised his braids and roared angrily, "I can't help the heresy of God, you fool without respect, repent! You should repent, and you must repent!"

  Another braid was drawn on Vito's back, his back was covered with **** gashes, he was suspended in the air and kept turning with the lash of the braid.

   "Who are you?!" The pastor asked sharply, "The Emperor's Apostle" "Who are you?!"

  He roared with a ferocious expression, the whip in his hand was already moving with the tone, "Emperor's Apostle" "Lie!"

Another slap of blood splashed onto the face of Sister Silence, she wiped her cheek, and frowned at the blood on that finger, "Do you really need to do this? It makes you look like A bunch of sadists, like those Eldar."

"This is necessary, sisters and nuns. Only in this way can the purity of faith be revealed." Mathieu said piously, praying while thinking about the portrait on the dome, and then signaled his priest to give Vito a whip.

Sister of Silence twitched her head back. Even though she had fought countless sufferings for the Emperor in the name of the Emperor, she was still deeply puzzled by the scene in front of her, "You already know her identity, right? ? You saw the prophecy, the Emperor told you everything in a dream."

   "Yes, but I must prove to Lord Guilliman that what I said is the truth, what the real Emperor said, so this child must be tested."

   Mathieu said, his face was merciful like a saint, but he still allowed his subordinates to commit violence. The leather whip hit Vito's body, and with each whip, the holy water sticking on it would fly in the air.

  The pastor pumped hard several times, and even started to exhale, but Vito still hung there with a blank expression, "Master War Emissary, this heretic still rejects the holy repentance."

   "We must make her repent, we must make her pray." Mathieu looked up at the face of the emperor's holy face, then bowed his head, and said with a compassionate face, "Go to the Holy Rong brand."

The pastor nodded, and under the surprised gaze of the nun, he turned around and walked towards the blazing stove. The pastor by the stove opened the door abruptly, and took out a blazing red soldering iron from the flame. At the end of the rise, the imprint of the Emperor's holy skull blazed.

"In the name of Your Holy Majesty." Mathieu said piously, and his priest raised his iron and walked slowly towards Vito, who was hanging in the air and looked at them with a wry smile, "Great, I really It's time to introduce you to Victor, his team of **** men will definitely need your expertise."

   "Confession." The priests retreated to the surrounding area, and the priest in charge spoke with incomparable devotion, and stretched out the red-hot soldering iron.

  It approached Vito's white back, and the blazing high temperature shone red light on his back. Vito shook his head helplessly with his back to the man and smiled wryly.

  But unexpectedly, someone couldn't take it anymore and stopped this outright farce.

   "Enough, I've seen enough." Sister Silence said angrily, she got off the wall and walked up, snatched the red iron and threw it into the stove, "It's over."

   "But sister, our ceremony is not over yet." Mathieu said kindly from the side, as if he didn't see the scarlet blood on his robe, which symbolized the identity of a high-ranking state church member.

"I think it's time to end, you've done enough to this girl, the Emperor..." The nun was about to swear, but Vito heard the first word that started with F, but in the end she held back Finally, he took a deep breath, and then looked at the priest, "Go and tell Lord Guilliman, tell him, I will vouch for this girl."

Vito began to think that it would be a good idea for the Sisters of Silence to be called psychic nemesis in a strict sense, because although they were nuns, they were not born and raised in a state church, so they were not interested in these rituals, nor could they No interest or fanaticism at all.

  This old bastard, occasionally does something good for the empire.

  Sister Silence reached out to unlock the iron chain hanging Vito, but she didn't think it was fast enough. Then she drew her sword, and the shiny sword flickered. The priests all stepped back in awe, and prayed with their chests.

"As you wish, sister" Mathieu said, he didn't try to stop the nun from cutting off the iron chain, and only he knew whether he believed her words or couldn't stop it, and Vito had already begun to feel that he was a secret agent He is a good seed, especially suitable for politics, his face is simply perfect.

  You will never be able to see any opportunity under that pious expression whether he really thinks this way, he is like a perfect statue, only presenting the most perfect side to the world.

   "Very good." The nun cut off the chain and caught Vito. She held Princess Vito in her arms, and then pulled off her robe to cover him to cover the wounds.

"Go and report to your lord. I will take the girl to rest. This child has experienced enough today." The nun said, holding Vito and walking past Mathieu. He did not avoid Vito, but with piety and enthusiasm Pray to him with a gesture of no remorse, and even respect for his faith.

"What an interesting person." Vito smiled inwardly, and looked at the priest with the last corner of his eye. He was carried out of the interrogation room by the nuns. Outside the door, the fighting nuns looked over. They were holding guns, here Guard, or rather, act as a jailer.

   "The girl's trial is over. She won't be returning to the dungeon. You don't need to intervene." Sister Silence said solemnly, rejecting the fighting nun who came up to help, her eyes gleaming with obvious contempt.

   "She is the emperor's emissary, and we should protect her, sisters, we are the emperor's daughter." The leader of the nuns said devoutly, looking sideways at the shrine beside her.

   "Then I am still the emperor's bride. I am the nun of silence, the emperor's personal guard. I let you let go of my sister. Are you questioning me?"

  Sister Silence asked coldly, her tone as cold as ice. She didn't want to be sisters with these fanatics raised by the state education, not at all.

"Of course not, as the Emperor wished." The leader of the nuns released Vito's ankle, she stepped back a few steps, and looked up at the Silent Sister, "Do you believe in the Emperor? Sister, maybe, you can come and talk to me later. Let us say vespers together, with the emperor's messenger."

Sister of Silence snorted softly. She was young, but she was fearless. Like her other sisters, they were not carefully raised in the temple of the state religion, but came from the societies of various worlds, and acted as must. Contacts, they are not very popular anywhere.

"No need, sister, I have my own way of communicating with the emperor, and I don't need the golden statue in the hall." The nun said in a mocking tone, and the nun leader was not angry, although it couldn't be seen that he was really angry, Still pretending, "As you said, as the Emperor wishes, see you next time, sister."

"Yes, sister." Sister Silence said contemptuously, and walked between the nuns with Vito in her arms. When she passed the gray-haired nun, she glanced back at her briefly, and then said, "You and I Come on, at least, you don't look like a fanatic."

  The gray-haired nun nodded slightly. After saying goodbye to her sisters, she followed the silent nun and disappeared at the end of the corridor under everyone's gaze.

  The leader of the nuns of the state religion wiped the blood from her finger on the top of her head. It was Vito's blood. She raised her head reverently and said, "Emperor, I am bathing in your glory."

  (end of this chapter)

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