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Chapter 828: Lan Qi's Fleeting Opponent
Chapter 828: Lan Qi's Fleeting Opponent
Decay Son Montilio lay on the ground, gazing at the vast sky.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
From the moment of his birth to every event that occurred throughout the years and days, they flashed through his chaotic mind, gradually making his eyes water.
Just now, he had charged towards two Brillada Black Hand Gang grunts.
The next moment, he was on the ground.
A punch to the face had knocked him out.
"Tsk."
Torliado shook his hand, his palm stinging from slapping a mage.
"Which gang are you from? You're quite brave."
Torliado was a bit impressed by this guy.
In all his years as a bishop, it was the first time he had seen a Rebirth Church member act so recklessly.
Although he and the other were arguably the top two bishops in the current era, that didn't mean they could be casually attacked by saints.
"Do you know how much damage a punch to the face can do?"
Lan Qi glanced at the Decay Son on the ground with pity and spoke to Torliado beside him.
"..."
Hearing Lan Qi's words, Decay Son Montilio's eyes finally turned red, and a sense of grievance filled his heart.
"You...you..."
Just now, he had been hit so hard that he saw stars, and as his consciousness gradually returned, he remembered the two divine lights he had seen before being knocked down, and fear began to fill his mind.
Without a doubt, it was the Primordial Slate.
Decay Son Montilio was all too familiar with this divine light. His teacher, Cardinal Farmer, possessed the Primordial Slate - Corrosion.
And just now, briefly flashing in the wind and snow, the deep black luster was undoubtedly the Primordial Slate - Seal, and the semi-transparent silver was clearly the Primordial Slate - Space.
Both of these slates should be owned by cardinals of the Rebirth Church!
"Just a passing Brillada citizen."
Torliado put his hands back in his pockets and bent down to look at Decay Son Montilio on the ground.
"Next, Dimensional Bishop, Torliado..."
Decay Son Montilio gritted his teeth as he looked at this man.
"Bishop Torliado, this...this is a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to offend you!"
He struggled to maintain his composure and begged for mercy.
The one holding the Space Slate could only be the mysterious and elusive Dimensional Bishop Torliado, who was said to be the most easygoing among the bishops.
Montilio couldn't understand why the Dimensional Bishop would appear here, disguised as a Brillada Black Hand Gang grunt! It was like being struck by a meteorite, both unlucky and humiliating!
"Have you seen Nicola?"
The more amiable of the two cardinals asked.
A black centipede brand was visible on his right cheek.
Decay Son Montilio's first attack had been directed at him.
In Montilio's view, the mana on his body seemed weak, while Torliado seemed to have no mana at all, so he must have decided to deal with him first, as he was slightly more capable in combat.
But when Montilio attacked him, he felt something was off—he couldn't land a single hit.
Then Torliado's space palm strike came.
"Lustful...Bishop..."
Decay Son Montilio trembled as he spoke the name.
Torliado being a cardinal was one thing, but the person beside Torliado holding the Seal Slate was also someone Montilio had heard about from Decay Bishop Farmer.
More than half a year ago, there had been a change in the northern continent's bishops.
The defeated cardinal was Asksund, and the new bishop was named Lustful. This Lustful Bishop was undoubtedly the new holder of the Seal Slate.
The one who could kill the Silent Bishop Asksund was undoubtedly something even more terrifying than Asksund.
"Nicola is definitely in that container area."
Decay Son Montilio couldn't deduce their intentions, so he could only answer like this.
Now, with two cardinals as the executioners and him as the victim, he could only hope that they would spare him for the sake of Decay Bishop Farmer.
Logically, cardinals wouldn't break the rules and kill saints from other branches.
But today, it wasn't cardinals hunting him down; he had initiated the attack on the cardinals, completely changing the nature of the problem!
"I...I can help you capture Nicola!"
However, after careful thought, Decay Son Montilio also realized that these two cardinals were probably here to kill Nicola, as Nicola had made too many enemies with the Rebirth Church in Brillada recently. If he helped them capture Nicola, they might let him go.
"Huh? You want to capture Nicola?"
Torliado narrowed his left eye and asked disdainfully).
It seemed that Decay Son Montilio was determined to cause trouble today.
"You not only attacked us, but you also want to capture the police officer. Do you have no understanding of the law at all?"
Lance was astonished by this statement.
"You...weren't here to arrest Nicola?"
Decay Son Montilio's heart instantly turned cold, his pupils shrinking and trembling as he looked at the two and asked.
"I said we were concerned citizens. Of course, we're here to help Officer Nicola catch the bad guys, and you just happened to be in the way."
Torliado chuckled.
"A beautiful life, governed by the rule of law. My friend, it seems you'll be heading to prison for a while. Assaulting an officer is a serious offense, but you're lucky you met us. We'll help you correct your ways."
Lance nodded gently.
Decay Son Montilio asked them, but the two cardinals had their own thoughts.
"Don't joke around! How could the cardinal of the Rebirth Church possibly help a small-time spy like Nicola? Aren't you criminals yourselves?!"
The cardinals' response was like thunder, reverberating in Montilio's ears, almost scrambling his wrinkled brain.
At this moment, these two cardinals were more terrifying than any other bishop in Montilio's eyes.
They couldn't be killed, a physiological terror; they couldn't be understood, a terror that shattered logic and rationality; and they didn't communicate normally with humans, a terror that severed emotions and sensibilities.
Realizing that retreat was impossible and that he was alone in this square, Montilio's eyes filled with a mixture of terror and resentment, like bloodshot eyes.
Lance shook his head.
He looked at Montilio and reached into the inner pocket of his gray overcoat, producing a document from the Kreithian Empire—
【Clean Record Certificate】
【After verification, the subject of the inquiry: Landry Washington, Nationality/Region: Kreithian Empire/Nicksaxendor Province/Kalner Town, Document Name: Imperial ID Card, no criminal record found.】
The document was stamped with the official seal of the Brillada Imperial Special Operations Division.
With a smug smile, he showed the document to Decay Son Montilio, and with his other hand, he pointed to the content above, leaving no room for doubt.
"Wow, brother, you even got this document."
Torliado exclaimed in surprise.
"Nicola stamped it for me."
Lance put away the certificate and returned it to his pocket, then looked at Decay Son Montilio on the ground again, his eyes asking, "Well?"
"..."
Decay Son Montilio's throat was choked with fear.
Despite his appearance as a kind-hearted bishop, he was the most insane cardinal of all.
Speaking politely while killing someone—that was the epitome of madness.
No one had realized that Landry Professor...was the Lustful Bishop?
No one had noticed that the Kreithian Empire had allowed such a person to infiltrate their ranks.
"Alright, Director Tor, take this student away."
Lance stopped pretending to be a Black Hand Gang member and instead folded his arms, speaking to Torliado.
"Off to prison for a youthful campus life."
Torliado lightly tapped the Decay Son Montilio, who was restrained by a spatial barrier. Suddenly, a semi-transparent vortex appeared in front of the immobile Decay Son Montilio, and his entire body was twisted and sucked into it.
On the white snow-covered ground of the Black Hand Gang's port square, only a human-shaped indentation remained, and Decay Son Montilio had completely disappeared.
"Is this the pinnacle of spatial magic?"
Lance was amazed by its convenience; he had never seen Torliado use this move before.
He forcibly imprisoned Decay Son Montilio in a prison space.
"It can only be used on enemies who have lost their fighting ability or on willing allies, and it consumes a significant amount of magical power. It's more like a lifestyle storage magic."
Torliado explained with a shrug.
He wasn't particularly skilled in offensive spatial magic; it was just the way he was born. On the other hand, he easily grasped functional magic.
Spatial magic was an attribute that relied entirely on innate talent, and there was little room for learning.
"You seven great demon races can't even come up with a main character; you're all support and healers."
Lance commented.
In the current Southern Continent battlefield, support and healer units of the eighth rank were often scarce, but on the side of the demon race elders, they couldn't find a pure damage dealer like Blasphemy Knight Merogas or Might Knight Ogrin.
"Actually, the talents and characteristics of the demon race are slightly reflected in their personalities. Perhaps it's because our aggressiveness isn't as strong, so we became the survivors of the main battle faction."
Torliado shook his head as he spoke.
"No wonder Houbailian is so good at running away; her personality and talent match perfectly."
Lance stroked his chin, deep in thought.
"She'll be heartbroken if she hears that, meow..."
Xiao Hei Mao emerged from Lan Qi's shadow and teased him.
Lan Qi was now trying to balance his daily tasks, attempting to break Talia's monopoly.
"By the way, what do you plan to do with the Decay Son after taking him away?"
Toriliado asked Lan Qi.
If this Seventh Rank Son were sent to Abigail's place, she would surely fly into a rage, grab a box and smash it at him, and kick him out as well.
"Put him in the underground palace of the Black Hand Gang; it's vacant now and can be used as a prison later, meow."
Xiao Hei Mao suggested.
Currently, they only had three secret bases within the Silver Moon Renaissance Alliance.
Excluding Abigail's place, which was commonly used for meetings, the remaining usable space barriers were either at Landry's home or underground in Brillada.
He certainly didn't want a Decay Son locked up in his basement.
"Sure, who's going to question him?"
Lan Qi believed they had plenty to discuss with the Decay Son.
But the Great Love Poet hadn't been listening to him these days.
No matter how he summoned her, she wouldn't come out.
If the Great Love Poet were to interrogate Decay Son Montilio, she would probably go on strike as well.
To use the Great Love Poet's power, they could only have Talia melt her and then utilize her, but Talia wasn't very skilled at interrogations.
"Give it to Ifatiya, she's quite famous for her interrogations, and she can be as cruel as necessary."
Toriliado replied.
"..."
Lan Qi pondered for a moment.
He remembered the first time he met Ifatiya; she had a willow blade in her hand.
But he still found it hard to imagine what it would be like for someone as harmless as Ifatiya, a little sister-like figure, to torture an enemy.
"You're not bad either, meow. Do you remember Professor Lan's 'Mummy Making Class for Three-Year-Olds' at the Cathedral Rogue Banquet?"
Xiao Hei Mao sensed Lan Qi's thoughts and floated in front of him with an exasperated expression, explaining, "I studied at Ekeirete Academy after returning from the North Continent. I know what you did in the Shadow World the last two times. But by the time I understood you, Lan Qi, it was already too late."
The reason Lan Qi and Ifatiya were like siblings wasn't just that one resembled the old principal and the other a little sister; they also shared a similar madness, both capable of committing inhumane acts with a calm expression.
A grayish-white snow curtain enveloped the entire city of Brillada, as if a giant felt had absorbed all the sounds from the square in front of the Black Hand Gang's Haser Harbor Tower, and the white canvas once again regained its peacefulness, undisturbed by anyone, on this cold Moon Goddess Festival.
The snowflakes were fluffy like cotton, gently falling on the containers, covering the bare metal with a silver coat.
"Nicola, come out. We're not enemies."
Toriliado glanced in another direction and shouted towards the container area.
Lan Qi also looked in the direction Toriliado was facing.
After all, Toriliado was a proper mage, and his mana manipulation and detection senses were on a different level than Lan Qi's summoner abilities. Undoubtedly, Toriliado had already located Nicola's position.
There was no response from the container area; only the fine snow continued to fall, blurring the view in front of the Haser Harbor Tower.
After a long while, Nicola, dressed in a military overcoat, walked over from the distant corner of the containers.
The imperial military uniform, which usually had no creases, now bore some scorch marks.
Or perhaps, once he confirmed that this guy was the Dimensional Bishop of the Rebirth Church, any attempt to hide was meaningless.
As long as the opponent was within the range of an Eighth Rank Bishop, they could lock onto him with a single thought.
He approached the two of them.
"Dimensional Bishop, why did you save me?"
Red Falcon Nicola showed no fear, maintaining the straight back of an imperial officer like a chess piece.
Today, there had been too many strange occurrences.
At the moment of his desperate situation, he thought he might have a one-in-ten chance of survival.
If Barton Hall had saved him, he could guess one possible reason.
That was because the Black Hand Gang leader, Barton, had always been loyal to Princess Alyksea, so he would choose to help him, Nicola, at this moment.
But the Dimensional Bishop, a Cardinal whose mind was usually chaotic, had no connection to their imperial military. If anything, there had always been a slight enmity between the imperial military and the Dimensional Branch, a gray-zone merchant.
Even if these two people had previously contacted Barton through communication, it was absurd.
What kind of world was this, where a Cardinal of the Rebirth Church became a partner of justice?
(End of Chapter)
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