Chapter 322

No. 84: Aomo felt a chill in his heart.

Before the four-beast assault made up of three monsters and one giant beast was subdued, this incident had already ended.

To a certain merchant, it was hard to understand why, after carefully observing the situation for a long time, he would finally judge the right moment to act, only for it to be exposed so quickly.

He hadn't even walked within a kilometer of the Behemoth before being pinned to the ground by three angels.

The next second, several priests stepped forward and layered binding magic on him.

His hands, feet, joints, and even neck were bound with shining shackles; in that excessive restraint comparable to a straitjacket, he was pressed into an iron coffin.

The iron coffin had anti-gravity devices at its four corners to keep it afloat, and it itself continuously scanned the contained object.

The source energy technique has been purified.

The disguise technique has been exposed.

Scanning the face to confirm the muscle and bone transformation.

The plastic surgery has been discovered.

Simulating reverse restoration, please wait.

Reverse completed, synchronizing with the Intergate District Police Headquarters, confirming target as A-class wanted criminal: Jinsili Mu'er.

Even before being interrogated, their identity had already been exposed.

"Wuu wuu wuu!"

The system process shown on the light screen is not only appearing on the light screen above the coffin, but also directly presses on the person inside.

The effect is very noticeable; a certain elf merchant clearly wanted to send some message, but the golden phantom lodged in his throat obviously had no intention of giving him a chance.

The inarticulate sounds echoed in the iron coffin, not a bit could escape; the knight squad tasked with escorting the floating iron coffin was also sufficiently silent.

Just when passing the DJ booth, they uniformly saluted the demon that was looking at them.

Being able to enforce the law so swiftly relies entirely on the other party's timely provision of detailed coordinates; thanks are due.

Although some in the suppression squad doubted Mr. Linton, given that while doing DJ work he could find criminals faster than countless combat personnel, this in itself is already abnormal.

But what does that matter?

Concealing and hiding some information does not constitute a crime; he performed in front of everyone and even helped everyone capture the criminal.

In that case, even if there are some secrets, it doesn't matter.

Clergy ought to be the ones who understand this best.

The famous chapel's functional room: the confessional; its purpose is to let believers confront their sins directly.

It also teaches these listeners to understand the depth of human secrets, which contain not only sin but also many other complex matters.

If there really is any problem, it's not for this transport team to handle; they just need to take this guy to the temporary detention center and wait for the police to come and take over.

And that demon DJ also gave them a slight wave, as a response.

He was already bobbing his head back and forth; it's unclear whether he was simply keeping with the beat or nodding at them.

"Let's go."

The leader said, the members complied, carrying that 'quiet' iron coffin toward the exit.

When the distant monsters are also defeated, even before that, there will be a second, third, etc., to be transported out.

The Behemoth guard units, which are not excluded from possible attacks, have prepared many portable restraints; there will be surplus, not shortage.

By the way, the coffin's style is the bad taste of the mechanical department crew.

The appearance is often changed, with Halloween skins covered in pumpkins, bats, etc., and also skins draped with scripture cloth for the great sin and great evil seal—all very flashy.

This time is already considered plain, after all, the angels in charge of guard duty this time are mostly original models.

Their appearance is not very approachable, and their temperament is also approaching the stereotypical heartless.

It's not wise to joke with them; it's easily seen as offensive, possibly leading to bloody conflict.

But precisely for that reason, when they perform force-related tasks, they will also be the sharpest blades.

Gudun's posture is already tottering; the Gauntlet of Geminus and the Carapace of Zanir also wail in the fire they lowered and the blades they bestowed.

And among them, a tall warrior unrelated to the Blessed Gospel organization, yet having myriad ties to civilization itself, is remarkably conspicuous.

After all, there really aren't many people on site operating a Gundam.

Although the angels, priests, and even knights are quite strong, they appear small in stature; occasionally one or two knights riding exoskeleton armor appear, but they still don't match the striking beauty of the woman standing on the stone giant.

There are two Behemoths present.

One is in beast form, venting its bestial nature.

The other is in human form, entrusted with the Lord's will, and thus countless angels gather at her side, strengthening her power.

Thus the stone giant beneath her continues to be filled with earth and stone; countless fertile land and boulders respond to this call at this moment, transforming it into an even more massive entity.

Because evildoers must be cut away; only those who await her will bear the earth. In a moment, evildoers will return to nothing. Even if you scrutinize his dwelling, it too will return to nothing.

And that bloodline will also be elevated, from that filthy soil.

Because in you lies the source of life; in your light we shall see light... Do not let the proud trample me with their feet, do not let the wicked chase me with their hands.

Mudrock's armor is already nearly a three-meter giant, yet standing on the stone giant's shoulder at this moment she is as small as an insect; she supports the giant's neck, which is like a high wall, gazing at the Behemoth restrained by countless angels but never actually harmed.

With a somewhat sorrowful gaze through her helmet, as if conveyed to the other party, it also draws the stare of that ferocious beast.

"Mudrock, how is the Behemoth's condition? If we quantify the frenzy, is it still slowly declining?"

Amidst such a fiery battlefield, communications remain just as stable.

'temptatilyhead' / this tempting snake head

'fromoutnowhere' / escape into paradise

The deafening song cannot impede the snake's words.

The track titled 'inalSin' / Original Sin, unknown when it switched to.

"It is indeed decreasing, but I also want to stop the madness of my fellow clan member."

Ni Yan replied.

Those angel friends told her that they were not suited to act against the not-yet-fallen Behemoth, and the power they wielded would leave Behemoth with an irreparable wound.

Thus, only those priests and knights could handle this.

Of course, there was also her.

The blunt injury caused by the stone giant would not suddenly harm the soul.

"Go ahead and do it, I and Miss Sun God will continue to stabilize its mental state."

"Hmm."

The moment the words fell, the sound wave behind it also changed instantly.

「theaftermaththeworld」/when the dust settles.

「thathaveleavebehind」/traces of the mortal world.

One piece《IsHumanitydie》/the world's end, pre-adjusted in Aomo's greeting to the Sun God, altering the scratch to link with the hymn of original sin.

Thus, Ni Yan again looked toward the compatriot staring at her in the distance.

She could sense the other's pain and madness, even though it was continuously being alleviated, but that degree was still not ideal enough.

The sorrow in her eyes came from that; the giant composed of white and mud-brown, its dark red solitary eye in the mud-brown flashed scarlet instantly.

Source Energy Art: Fertile Earth Bestows Upon the Body.

Raise the many oars to aid me, pull the long reins to resist the enemy, and say to me: "I come to save"

Spiritual Inscription: Cherish Kin.

I act this way, as if he were my friend, my brother. I bow my body in sorrow, as one does for a mother's grief.

The stone statue steps, treading upon that mournful tone.

「willfinallyed」/all return to dust.

「toavoidhistory」/fade into oblivion.

The well-matched lyrics made Xing Jia Lai frown and look toward the back figure on stage; unlike the gospel team members who merely doubted, he could immediately see this was the work of a merchant, and thus firmly believed it was Aomo's premeditation.

Even the song's arrangement reveals a feeling of being clearly arranged.

Such matters...

"Why didn't anyone give a heads-up!" X3.

"?" Three female voices suddenly overlapped as if speaking in unison, causing Xing Jia Lai to turn his head.

Then saw the red-horned silver-haired special director, the silver-haired black-clad wolf-eared girl, and the horse girl with a small cap on her brown hair, all gazing at each other with the same astonishment.

Then they exchanged a smile.