Don't confiscate my citizenship

Montillo, the son of decay, lay on the ground and looked at the vast sky.

He opened his eyes wide.

From the moment he was born to what happened every year and every day, all flashed through his confused mind, gradually making his eyes sore.

Just now he rushed towards two mafia soldiers.

The next second he lay down.

A big bastard woke him up.

"Tsk."

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

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

Toliado admired this guy a little.

He has been a bishop for so many years, but this is the first time he has seen a resurrectionist do this.

Although they are basically the worst bishops today, they are not to the extent that the son and the saint can beat them casually.

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

Lanqi glanced at the son of decay on the ground with reluctance, and said to Toliado beside him.

"..."

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

"You, who are you..."

He was beaten so hard that he was dizzy, and his brain, which was about to faint, finally started to work. He recalled the two kinds of divine light he saw before he was knocked over, and then fear began to occupy his mind.

That was undoubtedly the original stone tablet.

The Saint of Corruption was too familiar with this kind of light. His teacher, Cardinal Farmer, had [Original Stone Tablet-Corrosion].

And the dark and deep color that flashed briefly in the wind and snow just now must be [Original Stone Tablet-Seal], and the translucent silver was obviously [Original Stone Tablet-Space].

These two pieces should be the stone tablets owned by the cardinals of the Resurrection Church!

"Generally, enthusiastic citizens of Brillda passing by."

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

"Second, Dimension Bishop, Toliado..."

Montillo, the Saint of Decay, gritted his teeth and looked at the man.

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

He tried to keep his mind calm and begged for mercy.

The person holding the space slate can only be the Dimension Bishop Toliado, whose true identity is unknown and who is always elusive. The Dimension Bishop is said to be the bishop with the best temper.

Montillo was puzzled as to why the Dimension Bishop appeared here, dressed as a mafia soldier!

This is as unlucky and aggrieved as being hit by a meteorite!

"Excuse me, have you seen Nicola?"

The gentler cardinal asked.

There was a black centipede mark on his right cheek.

Just now, the first target of the Saint of Decay, Montillo, was him.

Because from Montillo's perspective, his magic power was probably very weak, and Toliado could not feel 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 could not hit him at all.

Then Toliado's space palm came.

"Crazy Love... Bishop..."

The Decayed Saint Son trembled and chanted the name.

It would be fine if Toliado was a cardinal, but Montillo had also heard about the guy holding the seal stone tablet next to Toliado from the Decayed 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 called Crazy Love, and this Crazy Love Bishop must be the new holder of the seal stone tablet.

The person who could kill Asksan, the Bishop of Destruction, was undoubtedly something more terrifying than Asksan.

"Nicholas must be in that container area."

Montilio, the Decayed Saint Son, could not infer the other party's intention, so he could only answer like this.

Now the two cardinals are the knives and he is the fish, and he can only hope that the other party will not dispose of him for the sake of the Decayed Bishop Farmer.

In theory, the cardinals will not break the rules to kill the saints and saints of other branches.

But today, it was not the cardinal who was hunting him, but he took the initiative to attack the cardinal, and the nature of the problem changed completely!

"I, I can help you catch Nicola!"

But after thinking carefully, the Corrupted Saint Montillo thought that the two cardinals were also here to kill Nicola. Nicola had made too many enemies with their Resurrection Church in Brillda recently. As long as he helped them catch Nicola, they might let him go.

"Ah? You want to catch Nicola?"

Toliado squinted his left eye and asked with contempt.

It seems that this Corrupted Saint is the kind of person who is determined to make trouble today.

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

Lanqi exclaimed in surprise.

"...You... aren't you here to catch Nicola?"

The Corrupted Saint Montillo's heart instantly turned cold, his shrinking pupils trembled, and he looked at the two and asked.

"I told you we are caring citizens, so we must be here to help Chief Nicola catch the bad guys. You just walked into his trap, didn't you?"

Toliado sneered.

"A good life, rule of law, classmate, it seems you need to go to prison to reflect on yourself. Assaulting a police officer is a serious violation of the law. You are lucky to have met us, so we can correct you quickly."

Lanqi nodded gently and kindly.

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

"Don't be kidding! How could the cardinal of the Resurrection Church help a small spy chief like Nicola! Aren't you criminals yourself?!"

The answers of the cardinals were like roaring thunder, echoing in Montillo's ears, almost confusing his wrinkled brain.

These two cardinals were more terrifying in his eyes than any other bishop.

They cannot be killed, which is a physical terror, and they cannot be recognized, which is a terror that destroys logic and reason, and they cannot communicate with humans normally, which is a terror that cuts off emotions and sensibility.

Realizing that it was impossible for him to evacuate, he was the only one left in the square. Panic and anger intertwined into bloodshot eyes in Montillo's eyes.

Lan Qi shook his head.

He looked at Montillo's eyes and took out the Creation Empire Certificate from the inner pocket of his gray coat——

【Certificate of No Criminal Record】

[After verification, the person being inquired about: Landry Wassington, nationality/region: Creation Empire/Nixasend Province/Callen Town, ID name: Empire Identity Card, no criminal record found. 】

The signature was also stamped with the official seal of the Imperial Special Operations Office in the capital city of Brilda.

He proudly showed it to Montillo, the Son of Decay, and pointed at the content above with his other hand, all without saying a word.

"Brother Chao, you actually opened this thing."

Togliado commented in surprise.

"It's the stamp that Nicholas gave me."

Lan Qi put away the certificate and put it back in his pocket. He looked at the rotten Holy Son on the ground again, his eyes seemed to ask him how he was doing.

"..."

Montillo, the Holy Son of Decay, had a sore throat.

Even though this madly loving bishop looks like a good person.

While saying honorifics, I will kill you!

This is the craziest cardinal.

Professor Landry... just loves the bishop madly?

No one found out.

I didn't realize that such a person had sneaked into the Creation Empire.

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

Ranchi no longer plays the mafia, but puts his hands behind his back and preaches to Togliado.

"Youth Campus Prison will do."

Toliado tapped his fingertips on the rotten Holy Son who was blocked and suppressed by the space barrier. A translucent vortex suddenly appeared in front of the rotten Holy Son who was unable to move on the ground, and then twisted the rotten Holy Son's entire body. Inhaled.

On the white snow on the ground of the Mafia Port Square, only human-shaped indentations were left, while the Son of Decay completely disappeared.

"Is this the most noble space magic?"

Ranchi was surprised by its convenience. He had never seen Togliado use this move.

The Son of Decay, Montillo, was forcibly imprisoned in the prison space.

"It can only be used against enemies who have lost their combat effectiveness or friends who have voluntarily agreed. Moreover, it consumes a lot of mana. It can be used as a daily storage magic."

Toliado spread his hands and explained.

He is not very good at offensive space magic, he is born that way, but functional magic is easy to understand.

Space magic relies purely on innate attributes and is basically impossible to learn.

"You seven big demons really can't make up a main character. They are all auxiliaries and spoilers."

Lanci commented.

In today's Southern Continent battlefield, assistants are often scarce in the eighth-level heroic units. As a result, the demon clan elders cannot find a pure output like the blasphemous Lord Melogas or the Wanwei Lord Ogryn.

"Actually, the talents and characteristics of the demons will be reflected in their personalities to a small extent. It may be because we are not that aggressive that we have become the only surviving big demons outside of the main war sect."

Togliado shook his head and spoke.

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

Lan Qi held her chin and thought thoughtfully.

"She will be sad when she hears it..."

Boss Cat emerged from Lan Qi's shadow and complained to Lan Qi.

Lanqi also has a tendency to be even-keeled in daily tasks, trying to break Talia's monopoly.

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

Togliado asked Ranchi.

If this seventh-level holy son is thrown into Abigail's house, Abigail will definitely get angry, lift a box, hit him, and kick him out.

"Let's put it in the mafia's underground palace. Now that it's vacant, it can be used as a prison in the future."

Boss Cat suggested.

Now their Silver Moon Reformation Alliance only has these three secret bases available.

Abigail's place has been eliminated as a common meeting place for everyone, and the remaining space barriers that can be used are either the Landry's house or the Brilliant Mafia underground.

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

"Okay, who will ask him?"

Lan Qi believed that they had a lot to talk about with the Holy Son of Decay.

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

No matter how much I call her, she won't come out.

It is estimated that if the poet of great love is allowed to interrogate the corrupt saint Montillo, the poet of great love will also go on strike.

If you want to use the power of the Great Love Poet, you can only let Thalia fuse the Great Love Poet and then use it, but Thalia is not very good at interrogation.

"Leave it to Ifatiya. Her interrogation skills are very good. She can be as cruel as possible."

Togliado replied.

"..."

Lan Qi thought for a while.

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

But he still had a hard time imagining what it would be like for a harmless little sister like Ifatiya to torture an enemy.

"You're not bad either, okay, meow, do you still remember the "Mummy Making Class that a Three-Year-Old Child Can Understand" by Mr. Lan, the villain of the temple?"

Boss Cat saw Lan Qi's thoughts, floated in front of him with a speechless expression, and lectured him.

After returning from the Northern Continent, it made up for it at Icerita Academy.

It’s clear what Lan Qi did in the first two Shadow Worlds.

But only then did Boss Cat understand Lan Qi, and it was too late.

The reason why Lan Qi and Ifatiya are like brothers and sisters is not only that one of them resembles the old principal and the other resembles the little sister, but also that they have similar sense of madness and can both do inhumane things with a calm look on their faces.

A gray-white snow curtain enveloped the entire city of Brilda, as if a huge felt had absorbed all the sounds in the square in front of the Mafia Hasel Port Building. The white scroll once again restored the previously undisturbed calm on this cold Lunar Festival. .

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

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

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

Lanci also looked in the direction where Togliado was looking.

After all, Togliado is a serious mage. In terms of magic manipulation and detection perception, he is not on the same level as a summoner. Toriado must have discovered the location of Nikolai long ago.

There was no echo from the direction of the swarms of containers, and only the fine snow was still falling, making the view of the square in front of the Hasel Port Building always blurry.

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

His imperial uniform, which had never been wrinkled, now had some scorch marks.

In other words, when he was sure that this guy was the Dimensional Bishop of the Resurrection Church, any hiding was meaningless.

As long as he is within the distance of the eighth level bishop, the opponent can actually lock him with just one thought.

He came to the two of them.

"Dimensional Bishop, why do you want to save me?"

Nikolay the Kestrel showed no fear and still maintained the straight back of an Imperial officer like a chess player.

There are too many strange things today.

At the moment when he was in dire straits, he thought he might have a narrow escape from death.

Barton Hall rescued him, he could probably guess a possibility.

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

But a cardinal like the Dimensional Bishop, who has always had a chaotic brain, has nothing to do with their imperial military. If it must be said, the imperial military and gray manufacturers such as the Dimensional Branch have had a slightly hostile relationship in the past.

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

What kind of world makes the cardinal of the Church of Resurrection become a righteous partner.