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Chapter 351: Principal Lan, the Master Micro-Controller
Chapter 351: Principal Lan, the Master Micro-Controller
"Ugh..."
Anielo's mouth hung open in disbelief, saliva and tears streaming down his cheeks. All that escaped his lips was a hoarse, pained sound.
The Elite forces didn't pause in their assault, taking advantage of Anielo's helplessness as he was surrounded. They skillfully pierced his legs and abdomen with ice picks, their frigid, bone-chilling magic causing him to feel as if his legs had been severed, numb and devoid of sensation.
His head was forced down by a large hand, while the others pounced like hungry tigers, driving more ice picks into his hands and feet, piercing through his shoulders and trousers. Blood immediately soaked his dark gray coat, only to freeze and turn to ice in an instant.
He could barely feel the momentary pain before losing sensation. That chilling, terrifying touch almost drove Anielo to scream instinctively.
Finally, his body went numb, the color draining from his face, leaving him as pale as paper. He could only stare rigidly, unable to look away or offer any resistance.
Even if his limbs were cut off at this moment, he probably wouldn't feel a thing.
The Provincial Demon Army Guards calmly bound Anielo, successfully completing their mission.
Even if it had been the son or daughter of another bishop, daring to cause trouble in the city-state and effortlessly entering this room filled with restrictions and barriers specifically targeting mages, they would have had no chance against a well-coordinated group of warriors, even if they were at the peak of the sixth-rank.
"You... you..."
Anielo lay on the ground, struggling to look ahead.
The Viscount of Qinsten before him seemed like a different person. He stood there, gazing coldly at Anielo as if looking at a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Numb, cold, and filled with shock and anger, the weakened Anielo still didn't give up.
His voice turned hoarse, but he shouted angrily, "I am Anielo! The Son of Extinction of the Church of Rebirth! Viscount Qinsten, do you know what you're doing?!?"
He vowed that no matter what, he would make this border noble's family pay with their lives!
"The Son of Extinction? That's impressive. Go on, I'm listening."
Viscount Qinsten seemed utterly unconcerned by Anielo's threats, nodding as if humoring an angry child.
"Viscount Qinsten! You've made a big mistake! You're committing a crime!! You'll be judged by the Imperial Military Tribunal!!!"
Though Anielo's body was severely injured, his spirit hadn't broken yet.
He continued attempting to threaten Viscount Qinsten in various ways, but the viscount merely sneered, paying him no heed.
"The Military Tribunal, huh? So, you know about that."
Viscount Qinsten laughed, and even the Provincial Elite forces restraining Anielo wore mocking expressions.
A Ghost Party member still dared to put on a tough act, trying to scare them.
"Have you gone mad? Loren is here! Loren has come to the Northern Continent!! I must contact the Imperial Capital, Helrom!!!"
Anielo's words turned into sobs as he coughed, each shout draining his life force.
Anielo, gradually losing his composure, finally understood the stupidity and absurdity of these nobles of the snowy fields.
They might even dare to kill the emperor now that they were here.
However, Viscount Qinsten's gaze remained unwavering, a flicker of pity in his eyes, and even the other Elite forces wore similar expressions.
Viscount Qinsten didn't change his attitude as Anielo had hoped. Instead, he looked at the captured Anielo and shook his head with a laugh. "How ridiculous. A 'Son of Extinction' is crying and begging here. You really have gone insane."
The atmosphere in the entire office turned even more bizarre and heavy with Viscount Qinsten's words. It no longer felt like a governor's office but a solitary ward in a psychiatric hospital.
Anielo wanted to calm his almost shattered emotions, but he couldn't.
Anielo's cries and struggles became the only sound in the infirmary, caught in a vicious cycle with Qinsten's cold smile. The more Anielo tried to prove himself, the more the viscount viewed him as a lunatic.
This also made Anielo feel a sense of despair like never before.
He couldn't escape this fate of being misunderstood and mocked. The truth he knew, which was enough to startle the empire, became utterly meaningless in front of these people of the snowy fields.
Suddenly, Anielo realized something.
Viscount Qinsten's gaze, actions, and smile all revealed a strange aura that he had never seen before.
This province - or more accurately, this governor's mansion - was vastly different from the outside world. Every detail, every word, and every interaction gave him a sense of dissonance, as if he had crossed into a parallel universe and found himself in a completely different nightmare.
The eerie communication from the suspended handset on the desk continued with a faint, buzzing sound, becoming a distant echo.
"Viscount, it seems that everything is going smoothly."
The voice on the other end of the line spoke again.
"Reporting, Governor, a set of sixth-rank Demon-Sealing Nails has been hammered into the criminal's body according to specifications."
Qinsten looked towards the desk and said.
Although there was no one behind the desk, he spoke as if reporting devoutly to an invisible person sitting there.
At this moment, Anielo finally confirmed that since he had entered the governor's mansion, it had been the man on the other end of the line who had been controlling this group of people from the snowy province.
However, he couldn't understand what kind of evil mental control spell Grand Bishop Loren had used to make the people of the Protoss Empire so crazy and lose themselves to serve him!
"Move him to the left by five meters and let him face the sofa in the office."
From the handset, the buzzing sound intertwined with the man's gentle voice.
Like a dull knife, it slowly scraped at Anielo's heart and dignity.
"Yes."
Viscount Qinsten responded.
Several elites immediately moved the prone Anielo to face the sofa in the governor's office.
"Anielo, I didn't expect you to arrive at my governor's mansion so soon. I didn't even have time to greet you first."
The clear voice from the handset echoed in the office, each word sounding calm and kind.
Anielo felt even more unbearable.
"But it doesn't matter."
Until the voice on the handset became more and more stereoscopic and hallucinatory, and the outside of the room also began to superimpose the same voice.
Finally, two figures walked into the governor's office.
The light shone on the two of them, like a brilliant stream of light.
Cardinal Lanchi's suit and overcoat fluttered slightly in the wind. His deep eyes seemed to be smiling, and also pondering. He held a communication magic device in his left hand, and in the other, he cradled a black kitten whose long, black tail curled elegantly around his wrist.
When he and Xide entered the office, they sat on their sofa as if they were the masters returning to their mansion, looking down at Anielo, who was lying on the floor.
"Anielo, I believe that all encounters are reunions after a long separation."
Hearing Cardinal Lanchi's calm words, Anielo's heart sank into an icy pit.
He tremblingly raised his head, meeting those eyes that remained as graceful as ever, as green as the clearest lake in spring.
Even now, this man had changed his appearance to have brown hair, but his eyes and voice had never changed.
It was this man who had given him a brief redemption before, and now he had become a nightmare from which he couldn't escape once more.
(End of Chapter)
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