Preface
It seems that sadists have invented quite a few new gadgets
In the furthest corner of the cage, a middle-aged man, bare-chested, leans against the edge of the cage. In the flickering dim light of the wall torch, his pale skin surprisingly reflects a metallic sheen.
If it were not for the papal decree, he would still be in the church of the Holy City, enjoying the reverence and worship of the faithful
Under the divine art of exploring relics, even if it is placed in a filthy rat hole, it will still be found by him
"I praise my Lord, I would rather choose ten times the stake than be confined here for an hour." Roland silently recited in his heart, but immediately felt regret for this ominous thought.
Passing through the torture chamber, deeper underground, rows of wooden cages bound by iron chains and submerged in water housed numerous heretics bearing horrific wounds
The mere sight of this harmonious scene of light, images, and books before me is enough to bring even the least devout of believers to their knees in tears, as they confess their transgressions before the emblem of light hanging on the wall.
I shall ultimately be immortal
These monsters made of wood and iron cause discomfort and pain just by a single glance
Bishop Roland furrowed his brow as he slowly descended the damp steps, the air filled with moisture and the scent of earth making his nose uncomfortable. The thick moss nourished by the humidity on the walls occasionally left streaks of greenish slime on the bishop's splendid robe
A wide carpet of crimson edged with silver extends from the steps in front of the door to the altar, adorned with a massive cross-shaped banner depicting swords and a holy hammer, draped between twenty-four intricately carved columns.
When everything came to a perfect conclusion, he stepped away from the position of the driver bishop and took half a step closer to the www. hetushucomcom.
The light of dawn streams through the stained glass windows, forming beams of light that cascade within.
The name of this place is the Inquisition.
If it were not for those wails and low curses, Roland would truly believe that what lay before him were merely corpses
Leo lifted his head with great effort, barely managing to reveal a mocking smile, perhaps even wanting to curse a few vulgar words—if only his tongue had not been rendered useless in the last torture.
It lies quietly nestled between the Odilian Mountains, in a vast desolate area devoid of human presence
However, there are exceptions.
If he could make a sound, the meaning of those few syllables would be
I am very sorry, you would have had a brilliant future if you had not betrayed the light and fallen into the abyss of heresy. Roland prayed a few words, as if the word "heresy" had sullied his mouth, and then raised his voice, "Where are the stolen sacred artifacts and the sinful research materials hidden? Perhaps the Holy See will mercifully choose a cup of poison instead of the stake in the square.
Leo silently watched Roland's silhouette, the ripples at the corners of his mouth growing larger until that strange and frenzied smile filled his entire face. He opened his mouth wide, shouting silently in a reckless manner.
"Leo Angtes. " Roland stopped at a distance of ten steps, " Or shall I address you as Your Eminence, the most esteemed thief of Anno. Indeed, before the Throne of the Sign of Light, all nobility and arrogance are equally humble."
No one is willing to deal with the sadists of the tribunal, not even he, as a bishop
It is hard to imagine that someone could be tormented by these things for a full six months without any remorse.
The walls, constructed from enormous and pristine white rocks, form its perimeter. Under the blessing of divine power, even the harshest weather cannot leave a trace of filth upon them
The ceiling, painted in a base tone of orange-yellow, is adorned with murals depicting a sinking sun, purple clouds, defeated foreign tribes, humans prostrating on the ground in prayer towards the heavens, and countless winged apostles wielding spears.
On the coastline of the Byron Empire, there lies a secular city named Fidu, located at the famous Golden Horn Bay.
What he desires is hidden there
The statues of the Twelve Apostles are distributed around the main hall. Unlike their counterparts far away in St. Peter's Square, they are all clad in armor, wielding swords or maces, and striking poses of war
Three reddish-brown Romanesque domed towers stand in a "品" shape at the center of Guanghe Library Square. The walls, constructed of neatly arranged red bricks, are adorned with rows of semi-arched windows at the top. Various uniquely shaped sculptures of creatures surround the outer railing of the terrace, while the semicircular arches give the entire building a sense of weightiness. Slender cable bridges connect the towers in mid-air, forming the entire main hall.
Oppression, majesty, and sanctity; this is the first impression it gives to every newcomer
This underground dungeon is filled with bizarre shapes and instruments of torture caked with dried blood. Roland spent a long time trying to identify them, but could only recognize a few types, such as the Iron Maiden and the spiked hanging basket.
Indeed, if it were not for that faint, almost imperceptible sound, seemingly emanating from the deepest depths of the earth, filled with endless pain and despair, it would be so
After waiting for a while, Roland turned and left. His nose had become increasingly uncomfortable, and there was no need to waste any more time. In any case, he had already obtained quite a few clues during the previous mental searches.