Chapter 352

You really dare to come!

Accompanied by a fierce shout, the assassin, who was intently searching for the princess's whereabouts, was violently kicked out like a torn sack.

He widened his eyes at the spinning scene before him, and before he could react, he crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times on the grass, covered in dust and looking extremely embarrassed.

But the assassin's instincts as an assassin instantly killed the doubt rising in his mind, focusing all his limited processing power on judging that his stealth had failed and he had been discovered by a strong opponent, quickly concluding that this was impossible and this place could not be stayed, and finally made a lightning-fast decision to flee.

This decision was undoubtedly extremely wise, but after his pride in his stealth ability was humiliated, the next thing to be humiliated was his equally prideful speed.

Because the assassin had just struggled to rise, hunching his body and taking a step, the black shadow he hadn't even had time to see clearly flashed before him, and without a word kicked him again in the abdomen.

"You still want to run, huh?"

Blood surged up his throat, and his body uncontrollably flew backward again, slamming his flesh against the wall and creating an exaggerated crack.

If the first kick displaced and shattered his internal organs, this kick made his three hun and seven po collapse in tears.

Feeling as if bones all over his body were breaking in double digits, he had no strength left to get up, only able to listen to the buzzing roar in his mind as he collapsed to the ground.

"Is that not enough?"

Seeing that he had lost the ability to resist or flee, the person retracted the third kick that could have killed him on the spot, walked over, and grabbed his collar.

"Huh? What level are you at, still wanting to learn assassination from others? Do you know how ridiculous you look swaggering in like that?"

The assassin let out a sob, didn't even hear the second half clearly, and passed out.

After the protective shutdown of his brain rebooted, he dazedly lifted his head, only to see a gloom before his eyes.

He observed his surroundings without expression, discovering there were no windows, the door was locked, and he seemed to have been imprisoned in a sealed underground room; even a slight movement of his wrist felt as if it were still bound by rope in a reverse tie.

All this led him to a rather painful conclusion—I have been captured.

Fortunately, the organization had made preparations for this long ago; as long as…… huh?

He wriggled his tongue trying to find the poison sac in his back teeth, but after lifting his false teeth he came up empty—the suicide method he had hidden there beforehand was gone!

Damn it!

A few traces of panic rose in the assassin's heart, but before the emotion could take root, it was abruptly cut off, and he switched to extreme calm, meticulously investigating what had happened in these hours since his last check of the poison sac.

However, before he could think clearly, the door before him was pushed open, and four people filed in one after another.

Duke Hertman, Archbishop Tentis, Princess Eleanor, and…… at this moment the case is finally solved—just now it was Ji Ming, the Divine Chosen, who had captured him alive.

"Your waking time is about what I imagined; were you busy licking your own teeth? Ha, such disrespect for life is not okay, but rest assured, I've already taken it out for you."

With a bang, the secret room's door closed again, and holy light shone on Ji Ming's hand like an interrogation room lamp, illuminating the assassin's face.

"Speak: Who are you? Who sent you? What else do you want?"

Objectively speaking, the assassin's stealth ability is indeed not bad; if it were an ordinary person, they would definitely be blinded by the mist he unleashed, and even if he swaggered past right before their eyes, they wouldn't react at all.

But who made Ji Ming possess the 【Holy One's Judgment】, and moreover he had anticipated that guests would come tonight?

His eyes were like Superman possessed; at a glance he saw the assassin who had climbed over the wall and sneaked into the guesthouse, feeling good about himself. And

However, he didn't startle the snake; instead, he placed him in a relatively spacious courtyard, then suddenly struck and dealt with this little mouse.

The assassin who had fallen into his hands, upon hearing this, didn't speak but after three seconds of silence suddenly burst into an exaggerated laugh like a sitcom, laughing alone for a while before uttering his first words.

"What's up, why are you all so serious?"

Ji Ming instantly felt something was wrong, and used a brighter light to cover his mouth.

"Don't hehehe here; your retreat has been cut off by me! Whether you want to live or die comfortably, you'd better not play tricks here!"

But just like chatting with Wensen, threats seem only to make the assassin more excited.

Thus he not only didn't restrain himself, but leaned forward, making various oral sounds and starting to go crazy.

"Hehehe, I'm not playing any tricks; I just think you, brother, are especially handsome and want to chat more with you!"

Then came a bunch of nonsensical rambling, mixing boring jokes into the rubbish talk, full of nonsense, looking like a clumsy…… excellent stand‑up comedian.

Seeing this, Tentis and Hertman both furrowed their brows; as veterans, they knew they weren't afraid of a captive staying silent, but feared a captive talking wildly.

This black‑clad person kept blabbering, besides wanting to confuse the senses, cover his own flaws, and reverse‑break the interrogator's defenses, another important purpose was to provoke

——to make the angry interrogator unable to resist wanting to torture him, preferably killing him with a swift strike, thus achieving his goal!

So he first attacked Ji Ming's origins in the barbaric lands, then criticized the various real and imagined dark histories of the Radiant Church, next began doubting the loyalty of the Jueqiao family to the kingdom and royalty, and finally……

Ji Ming would actually welcome others attacking him as a barbarian, since so‑called civilized people refuse to talk nicely with him; he might as well unleash the ancients' wisdom of 'I am a barbarian too' and blast him with a big iron fist on his soft spot—wouldn't that be more satisfying than continuing to play riddles?

Tentis only finds this ridiculous; she's worked in this corrupt church for five hundred years, holding all kinds of black histories as numerous as cow hairs; if she weren't truly unambitious, she could stage an otherworldly version of House of Cards, first overthrowing the red robes then dueling the pope—how could she possibly think such things could exist and cause harm?

Hertman also feels his mental state is fine; trust between Jueqiao and the royal family is fairly stable—if even a tiny flea making a couple of noises could make the contemporary Sun King suspicious, then such a muddled king really might as well not exist; besides…… now he's a prisoner, his shouted throat can't reach beyond the iron walls.

As for Eleanor……

"Aminos!"

Um, well, she really can't stand him constantly bringing up her parents, pulling out her staff to emulate AdaiEr and using some necessary force to uphold her reputation.

But before she could lightly tap the sleeping spirit, Ji Ming quickly reached out his arm to block her.

Don't get close to him; this kid's about to use laughter as punctuation, his mental state is like a clown's—if you lift him up, who knows he might get contaminated by poison gas and start laughing maniacally.

"But……"

"Don't rush, leave this to me."

Ji Ming took off his left glove and showed the assassin the Hidden Dragon Spur.

"You must have used a similar weapon to carry out the assassination, right? Have you ever personally felt what it's like?"

Who knew the assassin would immediately twist his shoulders and lean in, looking eager and practically begging to be hit.

"I haven't yet; then…… how about you let me feel it today?"

"Sure."

However, when Ji Ming's arm jerked violently, driving the spur into the assassin's wrist and even piercing straight through, he actually let out a satisfied cheer in the spurting blood.

"Ah~ It's in!"

A sound of someone involuntarily covering their face came from behind Ji Ming, yet he remained unmoved, still giving a faint smile and speaking softly.

"You like it?"

The assassin nodded repeatedly, panting.

"Super like!"

"Very good!"

As everyone knows, as a benevolent person, Ji Ming has always respected others' opinions, and as a supreme deity, he also deeply understands the principle that God loves mankind.

So he maxed out his attack speed, went all out with firepower, and fiercely assaulted the assassin with various small sharp weapons.

Hertman was shocked dumb seeing him treat the person like a sandbag and wildly stab, and just as he was about to shout to stop, Tennith stopped him.

"He's a doctor; he understands what he's doing better than we do!"

Indeed, after three minutes, when Ji Ming felt there was nowhere left to stab and finally stopped, even though he had been reduced from super-articulated to zero-articulated as a large figurine, from a professional's perspective the assassin had no fatal wounds and still wasn't dead.

But he didn't yield, still lifting his head high, as if sticking out his tongue, speaking indistinctly.

"Come on~ there's still something unsatisfied here, brother."

"Fine, you're ruthless!"

Helpless, Ji Ming could only wipe his hands with a handkerchief and smile back.

"This isn't easy to handle; at least from a medical standpoint… I've exhausted all options."

The three of them had grim expressions; Eleanor, who had never seen such a thing, covered her mouth, looking like she might vomit at any moment.

After all, if the assassin didn't have its own appearance concealment, that lump of limp black shadow on the ground would be no different from a slice of fish drenched in tomato sauce and processed to easily absorb flavor.

Still, being a martial nobility, Hertman's acceptance was relatively high, and he stroked his chin stubble as he analyzed.

"Even being able to endure such torture, even the death warriors raised by great clans might not have this will and loyalty; I think it must come from some larger church."

Ji Ming suddenly asked.

"For example, a dense forest?"

The duke froze for a moment, then gave a slight nod.

"Yes, for example, a dense forest."

While saying this, Ji Ming was actually monitoring the assassin's reaction, but the assassin's deranged mental state made him look perpetually crazy, still performing various shameful acts.

But from a medical standpoint, I've exhausted all options; what about from a theological standpoint?

Ji Ming made up his mind and waved his hand.

"I still have some special methods, but I need you all to step aside for a moment."

"Huh?"

However, before the three could voice their opinions, the assassin began to plead for mercy, clutching his throat.

"Don't! So you turned me into a toy to be played with just for this? God, don't make me stay with this pervert… I've surrendered… at least cover my face, I'll cooperate."

"You!"

The increasingly bastardly crazy words almost made Ji Ming lose his composure, but he still pressed down the knife in his hand.

"Anyway, just hand him over to me; I'll immediately get us what we want!"

Tennith, however, immediately shook his head.

"This isn't appropriate, God's Chosen; we can't let you be alone with a church madman."

Seeing the archbishop take the lead, Hertman and Eleanor also voiced their opposition.

Whether for Ji Ming's safety or his tongue's safety, they simply didn't want to let Ji Ming take risks.

"Fine then."

Actually, even if we retreat ten thousand steps, having an all-purpose excuse in hand, he wasn't afraid of revealing his trump cards, so he walked back to the assassin.

"Lost lamb, your eyes have been clouded by the sinful evil god, but our Lord will illuminate your path with light."

In his 'surprised' exclamation of 'Wow, are we going to do this in public? How embarrassing,' he placed his hand on what should be the head of the black shadow.

In various works, those who wield water and fire are usually the protagonists, those who wield lightning are often supermodel monsters, those who wield time and space are usually the big bosses of both sides, so those who wield mind control and the like are almost always the major villains.

Therefore, Ji Ming, who places special emphasis on cultivating his personal IP, usually doesn't want to reveal before outsiders that, after the dual blessing of angel magic and demonic eye bloodline, he has already formed a system of mind magic, after all he isn't the type who likes to tattoo his forehead.

But now, just as the purpose of a disguise is to be torn apart, the purpose of forbidden arts is to be used when necessary! Use them boldly and ruthlessly!

God of Holy Light: Then we just use it in my name, right!!!

Thus, while Ji Ming concealed himself with holy light, he activated the Suggestion Technique, beginning to invade the assassin's mind with his own spirit, but when he pulled out the tools to pick the lock, he suddenly discovered……

Huh?

If one's intellect is a brick house, and the mental defenses are fences or high walls layered outside, together they form a small courtyard called the mind; then this assassin's mind is……

"A huge, utterly out-of-place stone lump!!"

Yes, there are no external structures, no internal decoration, and nothing praiseworthy; his mind can be said to be utterly meaningless.

It's as if someone used external force to destroy everything that once existed, then ground all the building debris into slag, mixed it with cement called brainwashing and rebar called faith, and forged it into the massive trash heap before us.

——It is indeed very sturdy, but it is absolutely not the mind a living being should have.

Ji Ming immediately furrowed his brows; as a being of high moral standard of orderly good, he couldn't help cursing out loud.

"What kind of beastly thing would turn a perfectly fine living person into this?"