Chapter 558: Beating Up

The Church of Abundance's station in Santa Harbor was located on the edge of the city, near the suburbs, occupying an entire street. It had its own fields and orchards and raised various livestock. When the monks and nuns weren't performing tasks, they worked here, self-sufficient.

Lu Lu Jianuo led Ludwig, looked up at the green vines entwining the monastery spire and the Life Holy Emblem surrounded by them—a simplified baby symbol among symbols like wheat ears, flowers, and springs—and said to battle nun Noelia, who walked up to them:

"I was attacked. I just came out of the police station after recording my statement."

Noelia, wearing a bicorne hat with both religious and combat symbols, frowned slightly and said:

"Where is Louis Berry?"

She didn't ask about the details of Lu Lu Jianuo's attack, focusing more on where Louis Berry, the great adventurer, had gone.

Lu Lu Jianuo shook his head and replied sincerely:

"I don't know either. He just told me to come here and tell you that I was attacked after I finished recording my statement."

Noelia's expression suddenly became a bit solemn.

Harbor District, in front of the gray-black, sturdy building of the Fishermen's Guild.

Lumian, who had changed into a white shirt, black vest, and brown trousers, wearing a golden straw hat, walked to the outside of the main entrance step by step.

The two guards standing guard here weren't armed with guns, just carrying straight swords on their backs and short knives at their waists like the many passersby.

"Who are you looking for?" They reached out at the same time, blocking Lumian.

Lumian "didn't understand" Highland, directly pulled out his revolver, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

Amidst the bang of the gunshot, he stepped into the castle-style building of the Fishermen's Guild from between the two guards.

The two guards looked at each other, hesitating and not stopping him.

One ran toward the Harbor Police Station, and the other turned and ran wildly into the gray-black building, trying to report to his immediate superior and ask him to decide what to do.

Lumian carried his revolver, walking forward at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, passing through the panicked staff and the meaningful gazes cast from different places, and climbed the stairs leading to the commissioners' offices.

Just as he reached the second floor, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

That figure had bronze-colored skin, was broad and sturdy, with black hair and blue eyes. It was the young man who had supported the Fishermen's Guild President, Juan Oro, earlier.

He was the grandson of that old man, Fernandez Oro.

Fernandez looked down at Lumian, who was walking up step by step, and said through gritted teeth:

"You actually dare to storm the Guild!"

Lumian didn't pay any attention to him at all, walking toward the entrance of the second floor without speeding up or slowing down.

Fernandez restrained the expression on his face, his back slightly hunched, and points of brilliance seemed to emerge in his eyes.

Suddenly, Lumian felt the surrounding light dim quite a bit.

At the same time, there was an invisible force pressing down on his head, and layers of restraints were winding around his feet.

This made him feel that he had suddenly become shorter, his body swayed, while Fernandez seemed to have become taller, blocking the light penetrating through the corridor and leaving a thick shadow.

Thump!

He took a step forward, clenched his right fist, and smashed it toward Lumian's head.

The sound of wind whistled, and the fist was like a hammer, accelerating continuously as if attracted by a magnet.

Lumian raised his head, and something exploded in his body, breaking through the seal.

His thighs suddenly thickened, tightening his brown loose trousers, and his whole person grew taller by a head, causing his sleeves and trouser legs to shrink upward by a section, stuck at the bulging muscles.

Bang!

He returned with a left fist, which was like a cannonball, roaring toward the fist Fernandez had smashed over.

The two collided, emitting a sound like a roar, and the stairs trembled and shook because of it.

Fernandez couldn't bear this huge force and took two steps back, but there was no look of fear on his face; instead, he showed a bit of joy.

As he retreated, his eyes became extremely deep, but also hid points of brilliance.

He raised his left hand, and his unusually rough fingertips quickly condensed a rich, faint green radiance.

That radiance turned into a ray, silently rushing toward Lumian, who had stopped in place for a short time because of the collision just now.

Fernandez chose close-quarters combat from the beginning, just to create an opportunity for this ray that could destroy the human body structure and make the target weak and suffer internal injuries very quickly.

That faint green dangerous ray was no slower than the speed of light, and Lumian, who couldn't dodge in advance, could only watch it land between his chest and abdomen.

But the faint green ray passed straight through, hitting only a phantom.

After using the power accumulated by the "Ascetic" to clash with Fernandez, Lumian had long since bent his waist and back, standing in place in the posture of an arch, dodging any possible sneak attacks.

During this process, he also used the "Face of Nisse," creating a phantom of himself still standing straight with his lower body as the foundation!

The faint green ray gradually dissipated, disappearing into the wall at the corner of the stairs.

A layer of crimson-white firelight suddenly rose from Lumian's body.

He turned into a fireball, roaring toward Fernandez, who had just stood firm.

Fernandez's pupils seemed to be stimulated by the scorching firelight, shrinking significantly.

He fell to the side, clenched his right fist, and pulled downward.

Lumian suddenly felt an invisible force pulling him toward the ground.

He was neither surprised nor angry, taking advantage of the situation to disperse the firelight, appearing, and stepping on the corridor floor with both feet.

Clang!

His body, still huge, stepped heavily, and amidst the slight shaking of the building, he rushed in front of Fernandez, who had just turned over and stood up, and swung his left fist with crimson-white firelight toward the other party.

Fernandez didn't have time to use his extraordinary abilities and could only raise his arms, blocking in a hurry.

Boom!

The firelight exploded, and Lumian sent this young man flying with one punch, crashing into the side office with the door half-open, smashing the original wood-colored desk.

Taking advantage of Fernandez's dizziness and pain, Lumian followed up with two steps, rushed into the office, and swung his left fist again.

Crimson-white flames ignited on the surface of his fist, illuminating the entire room exceptionally brightly.

Boom!

This punch hit Fernandez's chest, making an explosive sound.

The splashing firelight was pulled by an invisible force and couldn't completely collapse Fernandez's chest, only causing it to sink, making the target go black before his eyes.

Lumian stopped, looked at Fernandez in a semi-fainted state with a blank expression, and raised his left hand.

A huge, crimson-white fireball condensed rapidly, compressed layer by layer, about to play the role of a harvester.

The next second, the fireball flew out, locking onto Fernandez.

Suddenly, it floated upward, passed over the target, and slammed into the wall behind the desk.

Boom!

The scorching white-red firelight broke through the window frame, rushed open the wall, and sprayed outside the building of the Fishermen's Guild, steaming up burning clouds in mid-air.

Almost simultaneously, Lumian felt himself arrive in a dark and deep void, with brilliant stars blinking like eyes in the distance.

He saw Juan Oro, the old man with deep wrinkles, again.

Just at this time, Noelia rushed into the square with the sea wave statue and shouted toward the building breach where the window frame had fallen:

"Stop!"

Hearing the voice of this battle nun, Lumian sighed with regret, turned his revolver, and inserted it back into the holster under his arm. Juan Oro and the void around him disappeared.

A few minutes later, Juan Oro walked out of the gray-black building of the Fishermen's Guild, leaning on his cane, and said to Noelia in a deep voice:

"He attacked Fernandez; you must arrest him!"

Noelia swept a glance at the president of the Fishermen's Guild and said coldly:

"Does that mean Fernandez also needs to go to the police station to assist in the investigation of the Aquinas Street shooting?

"You all calm down and jointly maintain the order of Santa Harbor. Otherwise, you don't think the Church has no way to deal with you, do you?"

Speaking to the end, this battle nun looked toward Lumian, also warning him to show fairness.

Juan Oro was silent for a moment and said:

"I don't know about any Aquinas Street shooting."

After saying this, he turned around, leaning on his cane, and walked back to the Fishermen's Guild with a staggering pace. Multiple staff members came up to support him.

Seeing this, Noelia took her battle squad members and "escorted" Lumian away from here.

After leaving the Harbor District, the battle nun let her team members slow down, widening the distance between them, while she walked side-by-side with Lumian.

"You are so hard-headed, it makes us very difficult. Order, understand? Surface order must be maintained." Noelia raised her hand and pinched the sides of her forehead. "Fortunately, you didn't really kill Fernandez. Otherwise, I would have to execute an arrest."

Lumian laughed:

"If I really wanted to kill Fernandez, he wouldn't have waited for you to stop this battle, nor would he have waited for Juan Oro to save him."

This was the truth.

Noelia was stunned, pondered for a few seconds, and said:

"Showing your attitude, strength, and confidence to those watching?

"At the same time, let Juan Oro misjudge your strength based on this battle?"

Lumian didn't answer, looking forward with a smile:

"Where did those previous 'Governors of the Sea' go?"

Noelia was silent for a moment and said:

"On the surface, they were sent to different places, but according to our observations, in as short as four or five months and no longer than three years, these 'Governors of the Sea' would mysteriously disappear without a trace. There were often no signs of fighting at the scene, and their families were fine."

Returned to the ocean on their own? Lumian smiled and said:

"Look, didn't the harvest from my beating Fernandez just come?"

The Church of "Mother Earth" was willing to reveal more intelligence.

Noelia wasn't angry and said with a smile:

"No one will put down all their chips at the beginning.

"Once you investigate to a certain extent, we will provide more things."

Lumian looked at the blue ocean on the side and thought for a moment:

"You haven't said what the Church of 'Mother Earth' actually wants to achieve in this matter."

Noelia's eyes moved, and she suddenly raised her hand, pointing at the pedestrians who were arguing in front, and shouted loudly:

"No street fighting!"

Before the words fell, she had already run over with her team members, leaving Lumian alone in place.

Lumian sneered and shook his head slowly.

Late at night, Lumian was about to take off his clothes and go to bed when he suddenly heard the low, hoarse voice of the "Knight of Swords," as if suppressing something:

"Found clues to the whereabouts of the two targets."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 559 =====