Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1317 - 827: Lanci’s Fleeting Opponent

The Rotten Saint Heir Montiluo lay on the ground, staring blankly at the boundless sky.

His eyes widened.

From the moment he was born, to every year, every day, every event—it all flashed chaotically through his mind, gradually causing his eyes to burn with acidity.

Just a moment ago, he launched an assault on two low-ranking Mafia thugs.

The next second, he found himself on the ground.

A savage slap to the face snapped him entirely out of it.

"Tsk."

Tolyado shook his hand, feeling the lingering sting from slapping someone as a mage.

"Which branch are you from? You're ridiculously bold, huh."

Tolyado was almost impressed by this guy.

In all his years as a bishop, this was the first time he encountered a Resurrection Believer this hell-bent on self-destruction.

Even though the two of them were basically the top-ranking bishops in the contemporary world, it wasn't as though any Saint Heir or Saintess could casually pick a fight with them.

"Do you even realize how devastating a slap like that can be to someone?"

Lanci gazed at the Rotten Saint Heir lying on the ground with restrained pity and spoke to Tolyado standing beside him.

"..."

The Rotten Saint Heir, hearing Lanci's words, finally felt his eyes redden, overwhelmed by grievance.

"You... Who are you really?"

His head, battered to the point of seeing stars, gradually started piecing things together, recalling the two distinct types of Divine Light of the God Era he had glimpsed before he was knocked down. As recollection settled in, terror began to seep into his heart and mind.

There was no doubt—those had to be the Original Slabs.

The Rotten Saint was all too familiar with that Light; his instructor, the Cardinal Bishop Fa Mo, possessed a slab known as [Original Tablet-Corrosion].

And earlier, fleetingly glowing between the snowstorms, that black shimmering brilliance was presumably the [Original Stone Tablet-Sealed]; the semi-transparent silver hue, unmistakably, had to belong to the [Original Space Tablet].

These two artifacts should exclusively belong to the Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church! fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"Just your friendly Brilda passing citizen."

Tolyado once again stuffed his hands into his pockets, bent down, and looked at the Rotten Saint Heir Montiluo lying below him.

"Dim... Dimensional Bishop... Tolyado..."

The Rotten Saint Heir Montiluo gnashed his teeth as he stared at this man.

"Lord Tolyado, this... this must be a misunderstanding. I undoubtedly meant no offense to you!"

He desperately kept his tone steady and begged for mercy.

After all, the bearer of the Space Tablet could only be the elusive and mysterious Dimensional Bishop Tolyado—reputedly the most amiable of all bishops.

Montiluo was utterly confounded. Why had the Dimensional Bishop appeared here, disguised as a low-level Mafia thug?!

This was comparable to getting hit by a falling meteor—pure bad luck and misery!

"Have you seen Nikola by any chance?"

The gentler of the two Cardinal Bishops asked.

A black centipede-like brand wound its way up the right side of his cheek.

Montiluo's initial target for his attack had been this man.

In Montiluo's eyes, the magical energy emitting from him seemed exceptionally weak, while Tolyado appeared to exude none whatsoever; naturally, Montiluo attacked the one who seemed to have some degree of combat ability first.

Yet once Montiluo landed his strike, he felt immediately off—his blows had absolutely no effect.

And then Tolyado's spatial mastery descended upon him.

"Bishop of Devotion..."

The Rotten Saint Heir trembled as he uttered this name.

As for Tolyado, being a Cardinal Bishop was one thing—but the person beside him, the one wielding the Sealing Stone Tablet, Montiluo had heard of him through the Rotten Archbishop Fa Mo.

About half a year ago, there was a reshuffling of bishops on the Northern Continent.

The defeated Cardinal Bishop had been Askesan, while the newly inaugurated Bishop had been named Devotion. This Bishop of Devotion was undoubtedly the current wielder of the Sealing Stone Tablet.

The ability to eliminate Bishop Askesan of Annihilation undoubtedly meant facing something far more terrifying than Askesan himself.

"Nikola must be in the direction of the shipping container area."

Montiluo couldn't deduce why the two had come, so he answered accordingly.

At this moment, the two Cardinal Bishops unquestionably held the upper hand, and he was the helpless prey; desperate, he could only hope they'd spare him for the sake of Rotten Archbishop Fa Mo.

By convention, Cardinal Bishops wouldn't break their code and kill Saint Heirs or Saintesses from other divisions.

However, today wasn't a chase initiated by the Cardinal Bishops—it had been him who instigated the attack on them, which fundamentally altered the situation!

"I... I can help you capture Nikola!"

After carefully pondering the matter, the Rotten Saint Heir Montiluo speculated that perhaps these two Cardinal Bishops had come to assassinate Nikola as well. Nikola had recently made far too many enemies within Brilda due to the feuds with their Rebirth Church. If Montiluo helped them capture Nikola, perhaps they'd let him go.

"Huh? You want to catch Nikola?"

Tolyado squinted his left eye skeptically and sneered.

It seemed this Rotten Saint Heir was dead set on causing trouble today.

"Not only did you assault us, but now you're intent on targeting a law enforcement officer. Do you even understand the concept of law?"

Lanci marvelled in surprise.

"... You... You're not here to capture Nikola?"

The Rotten Saint Heir Montiluo's heart sank into icy despair, his contracting pupils quivering as he stared at the two of them for answers.

"I told you, we're just kind-hearted citizens. Of course, we're here to help Officer Nikola catch bad guys. And you've conveniently landed yourself right in front of us!"

Tolyado mocked with derisive laughter.

"A beautiful life goes hand-in-hand with the rule of law. Student, it seems you need some time in prison to reflect on your actions. Assaulting police officers is a grave offense; fortunately, you've run into us to correct your ways."

Lanci nodded gently and earnestly.

The Rotten Saint Heir asked his question, but the two bishops stuck to their own narrative, speaking past him.

"Don't joke around! How could Cardinal Bishops of the Resurrection Church possibly be helping Nikola, that insignificant little head of the special ops division?! You yourselves are criminals aren't you?!"

The answers of the Cardinal Bishops reverberated like thunderclaps, echoing endlessly in Montiluo's ears and threatening to shatter his already-cluttered mind into complete disarray.