Do not confiscate my citizenship

Chapter 828: Lanqi's fleeting opponent
The Decayed Saint Montillo lay on the ground looking at the boundless sky.

His eyes widened.

Everything that happened from the moment he was born to every year and every day flashed through his confused mind, gradually making his eyes sore.

Just now he attacked two mafia soldiers.

The next second he was lying down.

He was woken up by a big punch.

"Tsk."

Toliado shook his hand. As a mage, he was slapped in the face, and his hand must have hurt.

"Which gang are you from? You're really brave."

Toliado admired this guy a little.

In all his years as a bishop, this was the first time he had seen a believer in the Resurrection court committing suicide in this way.

Although they are basically the worst bishops today, they are not someone that the Son of God or the Holy Daughter can easily defeat.

"Do you know how much damage a big cunt can do to a person?"

Lanqi glanced at the rotten Son of God on the ground with pity, and said to Toliado beside him.

"..."

When the Decayed Saint heard Lanqi's words, his eyes finally turned red, and grievance filled his heart.

"You, who are you..."

He had just been beaten to the point of seeing stars, and his brain, which was about to faint, finally began to work. He recalled the two kinds of divine light that he had seen before he was knocked over, and then fear began to occupy his mind.

That was undoubtedly the original slate.

The Son of Decay is too familiar with this kind of brilliance. His teacher, Cardinal Farmer, possesses the [Original Slate - Corrosion].

The deep black color that flashed briefly in the wind and snow just now must be the [Original Slate-Seal], and the translucent silver is obviously the [Original Slate-Space].

These two slabs of stone should only belong to the cardinals of the Church of the Resurrection!

"Generally a warm-hearted citizen of Blildah passing by."

Toliado put his hands in his pockets again, bent down and looked at the rotten Saint Son Montillo on the ground and said.

"Second, the dimensional bishop, Toliado..."

The Corrupted Saint Montillo stared at the man with gritted teeth.

"Lord Toliado, this is a misunderstanding. I have no intention of offending you!"

He tried to keep calm and begged for mercy.

The person holding the space slate can only be the dimensional bishop Toliado, whose true identity is unknown and who appears and disappears mysteriously. The dimensional bishop is said to be the bishop with the best temper.

Montillo couldn't understand why the Dimension Bishop appeared here, disguised as a mafia soldier!
This is as unlucky and frustrating as being hit by a meteorite!

"Excuse me, have you seen Nicholas?"

the gentler cardinal asked.

There was a black centipede mark on his right cheek.

Just now, he was the first target of the Decayed Saint Montillo.

Because from Montillo's perspective, the magic power in him was probably very weak, and Toliado could not feel any magic power at all, so he must first deal with him who had a little fighting power.

As a result, when Montillo hit him, he felt something was wrong and he couldn't hit him at all.

Then Toliado's space palm came.

"Crazy love... Bishop..."

The Holy Son of Decay recited the name tremblingly.

It would be fine if Toliado was just a cardinal, but Montillo had also heard about the guy next to Toliado who held the sealing stone tablet from the corrupt Bishop Farmer.

More than half a year ago, there was a change of bishops in the northern continent.

The defeated cardinal was Asksan, and the new bishop was named Crazy Love, and this Crazy Love bishop must be the new holder of the sealing stone tablet.

Anyone who can kill Asksan, the Bishop of Annihilation, is undoubtedly something more terrifying than Asksan.

"Nikola must be in that container area."

The Decayed Saint, Montillo, could not figure out the other party's intention and could only answer like this.

Now the two cardinals are the butchers and he is the meat. He can only hope that the other party will not deal with him for the sake of the corrupt Bishop Farmer.

Logically speaking, cardinals would not break the rules to kill the saints of other branches.

But today it was not the cardinal who was chasing him, but he took the initiative to attack the cardinal. The nature of the problem changed completely!
"I, I can help you catch Nicholas!"

But after thinking about it carefully, the Saint of Decay, Montillo, thought that these two cardinals were probably here to kill Nicholas as well. Nicholas had made too many enemies with their Resurrection Church in Brillda recently. As long as he helped them capture Nicholas, they might let him go.

"Ah? You want to arrest Nicholas?"

Toliado squinted his left eye and asked with disdain.

It seems like this rotten saint is the kind of person who is determined to cause trouble today.

"Not only did you attack us, you also wanted to arrest the police officer. Don't you understand the law at all?"

Lanci exclaimed in surprise.

"...Aren't you...here to arrest Nicholas?"

The heart of the Decayed Saint, Montillo, instantly turned cold, his pupils shrank and trembled, and he looked at the two of them and asked.

"I told you we are concerned citizens, so we are here to help Chief Nicholas catch the bad guys. Aren't you just walking into someone's trap?"

Toliado sneered.

"A beautiful life, a journey of rule of law, classmate, it seems that you need to go to prison to reflect on your actions. Assaulting a police officer is a serious violation of the law. Fortunately, you have met us and we can correct you quickly."

Lanqi nodded gently and kindly.

The Son of Decay asked his questions, and the two bishops each answered their own questions.

"You guys are kidding me! How could a cardinal of the Church of Resurrection help a small spy chief like Nicholas? Aren't you criminals yourself?!"

The cardinals' answers were like rumbling thunder, echoing in Montillo's ears and almost confusing his wrinkled brain.

In his eyes, these two cardinals were more terrifying than any other bishop.

They cannot be killed, that is a physiological terror, they cannot be recognized, that is a terror that destroys logic and rationality, and they do not communicate normally with humans, that is a terror that cuts off emotions and sensibilities.

Realizing that he could not evacuate and that he was the only one left in the square, fear and resentment intertwined into bloodshot eyes of Montillo.

Lan Qi shook his head.

He looked at Montillo and took out the certificate of the Cremorne Empire from the inner pocket of his gray coat.

【Certificate of No Criminal Record】

[After verification, the person being queried: Landry Wasington, nationality/region: Cranbrook Empire/Nixassend Province/Karen Town, ID name: Imperial ID card, no criminal record found.]

The signature is also stamped with the official seal of the Special Operations Department of the Empire of Blierda in the capital.

He proudly showed it to the Decayed Saint, Montillo, and pointed to the contents on it with his other hand, saying everything.

"Chao, brother, you actually opened this thing."

Toliado commented in amazement.

"Nicholas stamped my seal."

Lanqi put away the certificate and put it back in his pocket, then looked at the Decayed Son of God lying on the ground again, his eyes seemed to be asking him how he was doing.

"..." The corrupt Saint Son Montillo's throat was choked.

Don't be fooled by this crazy bishop, he looks like a good person.

I'll kill you while speaking honorifics!
This is the craziest cardinal.

Professor Landry... is the Bishop in love?
No one found out.

I didn't expect such a person to have sneaked into the Kreming Empire.

"Okay, Director, please take this student away."

Lanci no longer plays the mafioso, but stands with his hands behind his back, preaching to Togliado.

"Youth Campus Prison is here."

Toliado lightly tapped the Son of Decayed Saint who was blocked and suppressed by the space barrier with his fingertips. Suddenly, a translucent vortex appeared in front of the Son of Decayed Saint who was unable to move on the ground, and then twisted and sucked the entire body of the Son of Decayed Saint into it.

On the white snow on the ground of the Mafia Port Square, only the imprint of a human figure remained, and the Son of Decay had completely disappeared.

"Is this the most noble space magic?"

Lanci was surprised at its convenience; he had never seen Toliado use this trick.

The corrupt Saint Montillo was forcibly imprisoned in the prison space.

"It can only be used against enemies who have lost their combat effectiveness or friendly forces who have voluntarily agreed. It also consumes a lot of mana. It can be used as a life storage magic."

Toliado spread his hands and explained.

He is not very good at offensive space magic, it is natural, but functional magic is easy for him to comprehend.

Space magic is something that relies purely on one's innate talent and cannot be learned.

"You seven big demons really can't even find a main C. You're all just assistants and healers."

Lanci commented.

In today's southern continent battlefield, healers and supports are often scarce among the eighth-level heroic units. As a result, the demon remnants cannot find a pure output like Lord Blasphemy Merogas or Lord Ten Thousand Might Ogrin.

"In fact, the talents and characteristics of the demons will be reflected in their personalities to a small extent. Perhaps it is precisely because we are not so aggressive that we have become the big demons who survived outside the war faction."

Toliado shook his head as he spoke.

"No wonder Hyperion is so good at escaping, her personality and talent match perfectly."

Lanqi held his chin and thought.

"She'll be sad if she hears meow..."

The cat boss emerged from Lanqi's shadow and complained to Lanqi.

Lanqi now has a tendency to be more equal in daily tasks, trying to break Talia's monopoly.

"By the way, what are you going to do after you take the Son of Decay away?"

Toliado asked Lanci.

If this seventh-level Holy Son were to be thrown into Abigail's house, Abigail would be furious and would pick up boxes to smash him and kick him out.

"Let's put it in the underground palace of the Mafia. It's unused now, so it can be used as a prison in the future."

Boss Cat suggested.

Now their Silver Moon Restoration Alliance only has these three secret bases to use.

Abigail's place was ruled out as the usual meeting place, and the remaining usable space barriers were either Landry's house or the underground of the Brillda Mafia.

It doesn't want to have a rotten saint son locked in the basement at home.

"Okay, who's going to ask him a question?"

Lanqi believed that they had a lot to talk about with the Son of Decay.

But the great poet has been disobedient these past two days.

No matter how I called her, she wouldn't come out.

I guess if the poet of great love were asked to interrogate the Saint of Decay, Montillo, he would also go on strike.

If he wanted to use the power of the Great Love Poet, he could only ask Talia to fuse the Great Love Poet and then use it, but Talia was not very good at interrogation.

"Leave it to Ifatia. Her interrogation skills are very famous. They can be as cruel as she wants."

Toliado replied.

"..."

Lanqi thought for a while.

He remembered that when he first met Ifatia, she had a lancet in her hand.

But he still found it a little hard to imagine what it was like for a harmless little sister like Ifatia to torture her enemies.

"You're not bad, meow. Remember Mr. Lan's 'Mummy Making Class That Even a Three-Year-Old Can Understand' at the Temple Villain Dinner?"

The cat boss saw what Lanqi was thinking, floated in front of him with a speechless expression, and preached to him.

After returning from the Northern Continent, it made up for the lost time at Ikerit Academy.

It is clear what Lanqi did in the first two Shadow Worlds.

But by then the cat boss understood Lanqi, it was too late.

The reason why Lanqi and Ifatia are like siblings is not only because one of them is like the old principal and the other is like a little sister, but also because they have similar sense of madness and can do inhumane things with a calm face.

The gray-white snow curtain enveloped the entire city of Blildha, as if a huge piece of felt absorbed all the sounds in the square in front of the Mafia's Harthel Harbor building. The white scroll once again restored its previous undisturbed tranquility during this cold Moon Festival.

The snowflakes were as fluffy as cotton wool, falling gently on the container, covering the bare iron sheet with a layer of silver.

"Nikola, come out, we are not enemies."

Toliado glanced in another direction and shouted loudly towards the container area.

Lanci also looked in the direction where Toliado was looking.

After all, Toliado was born a real wizard, and was not on the same level as him, a summoner, in terms of magic operation and detection perception. Toliado must have discovered Nikola's location long ago.

There was no response from the direction of the piles of containers, only the light snow was still falling, making the view of the square in front of the Hassel Port Building always blurred.

After a long time, Nicholas, wearing a military coat, walked over from the distant corner of the container.

His imperial military uniform, which had never had any wrinkles, now had some burn marks on it.

In other words, when he was sure that this guy was the dimensional bishop of the Resurrection Church, any hiding became meaningless.

As long as he is within the distance of the eighth level of the Bishop, the other party can actually lock him with just a thought.

He came in front of the two of them.

"Dimension Bishop, why did you save me?"

Nicholas the Red Kestrel showed no fear and still maintained the straight back of an imperial officer like a chess piece.

There are so many strange things happening today.

At that moment when he was in despair, he thought he was doomed to die.

Barton Hall saved him, he could probably guess one possibility.

That is, the mafia leader Patton has always been loyal to Princess Alexia, so at this moment he would choose to help Nicholas.

But the cardinals like the Dimension Bishop, who always have chaotic brains, have nothing to do with their imperial military. If something must be said, the imperial military and gray market operators like the Dimension Branch have always had a slightly hostile relationship.

Even if it was these two people who had contacted Patton through communication before, it was still full of absurdity.

What kind of world has made the cardinal of the Resurrection Church a partner of justice?

(End of this chapter)