edge of pure land

Chapter 24 Damn Luther!
  In the office of the Inquisition, Longque sat in a wheelchair and rubbed his forehead. He looked at the clock fixed at half past six in the evening and sighed softly: "Okay, get ready to get off work. It seems that the high priest will not give me anything today." Answered, we can only rely on ourselves for everything.”

Across the table stood two assistants, a man and a woman.

The girl looked like a young girl, with a face dotted with makeup under the hood. Even in the black and white execution clothes, you could see her well-shaped body, and there were seven knives tied behind her back.

The man was as honest and silent as a giant bear, carrying a heavy hammer with him.

The IDs on their chests indicated their identities.

Inquisitor, Rose.

Inquisitor, Damon.

"Sir, why are you so unpopular?"

"Maybe it's because the chief sent the high priest's cousin to the stake the year before last."

"Then it won't mean that everyone in this city is hiding from the chief."

"Maybe it's because the chief sent most of the family members of dignitaries in this city to the stake, such as their parents, grandparents..."

Rose asked a question and Damon gave an answer.

It wasn't until Long Que raised his eyes that the two of them shut up knowingly.

At this moment, an inquisitor's roar resounded throughout the entire floor.

With a bang, the door of the office was knocked open. The judge fell to his knees and hit the desk. He held a piece of blood-stained cloth in his hands: "Report to the chief, urgent information!"

Longque's eyes were fixed on this letter, and his eyes suddenly changed.

"On December 534, 12 in the Holy Calendar, a life disaster occurred in the Land of the Past. Someone tried to contaminate the Tree of Life in Kabbalah by offering sacrifices. The earth rotted, and a large number of cocoons of time rotted. Led by Inquisitor Aoki of the Heretic Tribunal The team will conduct a cleanup and erase the memories of the survivors."

He gently read out the signature in the letter: "From an enthusiastic anonymous netizen?"

Rose and Damon looked at each other.

Sir is right.

Let the bullets fly for a while, and sure enough, the clues will come!

They both pressed the button on the desk in an instant.

A large number of judges received the order to assemble at the same time and immediately rushed to the top floor.

Aoki was drinking coffee leisurely in the lounge. He felt something was wrong when he heard the shouting. At this moment, he received the assembly order from the judge and was confused.

He immediately picked up his sword and gun and went upstairs, where every colleague was already standing in the corridor.

These people looked at him with strange and cold eyes.

It gave him a bad feeling.

As the office door opened, Qiangwei and Damon pushed out wheelchairs.

Longque calmly raised his eyes and showed the blood-stained cloth in his hand: "Senior Inquisitor Aoki, you have been suspected of obstructing official duties and harboring heretics. The "Original Contract" stipulates that the heretic inquisition affiliated to the Akashic Holy Cult is located In the face of natural disasters and life disasters, we have unlimited law enforcement powers. If you deliberately conceal the cause of the life disaster, you will be immediately dismissed from your job and taken into custody."

boom!
  Aoki's brain seemed to explode, and he suddenly felt horrified.

There were actually witnesses to what he did in the land of death!
  It felt like there was someone watching him behind the scenes from beginning to end.

Watching his every move.

A sense of fear arises spontaneously.

With just such a word, Longque was already ready. He slid the wheelchair forward with both hands, and his raised right hand was filled with scorching flames, and the high temperature hit his face!

No one took action because they couldn't keep up with the speed of the dragon bird.

Longque was once a super genius who was famous throughout the federation. Even though most of him is now useless, he is definitely not something that little judges like them can match.

Low-level judges are often in the first realm, the origin realm.

High-level judges such as Qingmu are in the second realm, the glory realm.

The strength that Longque can now exert is in the third realm, the victory realm.

These are the Kabbalah Tree of Life system, the first three stages of the evolutionary path.

Origin, glory, victory.

When Aoki realized the crisis, his body surface showed intertwined lines like tree roots, and the green veins burst into vigorous vitality. However, his first reaction was not to defend or counterattack, but to be very decisive. Escape, never hesitate to fight!
  With a click, Longque stretched out his right hand and grabbed his shoulder.

The scorching heat directly melted Aoki's arm, causing him to let out a wail.

This is the gap.

Every evolver has the power of numerology.

Numerology, on the other hand, is humankind's perception of the power of nature, and it is also different.

Some come from celestial phenomena.

Such as wind and thunder or rain and snow.

Others come from ley lines, such as rocks or trees, and fire.

The moment just now was a confrontation between numerologists.

The numerology Aoki masters comes from trees, and their characteristics are destined to be restrained by flames. Coupled with the gap in the realm, it is natural that it can only be defeated.

But at the moment when his arm was broken, he threw a metal ball from his hand.

With a bang, scorching light illuminated the entire corridor. Everyone's eyes seemed to be blinded, and there was a sharp roar in their ears, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Aoki smashed the glass in the corridor with a pounce and jumped from the seventh floor.

"Powerful phosphorus flash bomb?"

Longque murmured softly: "With such contraband, it seems there is someone behind you."

Of course, there was no one behind the scenes, and no one dared not report the information.

He took out a black pistol from his pocket and fired blindly!
  I saw scorching lines spreading to the black pistol, and what was fired from the muzzle was not a bullet, but a hot breath like a fire dragon, crashing downstairs!

Boom!
  The explosion knocked Aoki to the ground. Half of his body was scorched, but he still maintained his ability to move because the green veins on his body were flowing, constantly giving him life.

"You crippled lame man, can you kill me?"

bang bang

Another seven or eight powerful phosphorus flash bombs exploded, and the entire street was illuminated by light.

The vendors and pedestrians passing by screamed and fled in panic.

"Sir, I'll chase you!"

Qiangwei turned over and jumped downstairs, following the traces on the ground and escaping into the streets.

Damon looked out the window and shook his head: "Sir, there is something wrong with that Aoki. As a senior judge, he has too many good things."

Long Que hummed: "If you carry military contraband with you, you must have the support of a big shot. First, issue a wanted order throughout the city, find out who wrote the letter as soon as possible, and protect the witnesses."

Damon was stunned: "You mean to send this letter to the Evidence Institute? But if there is a big shot behind Aoki, he might get clues at the same time as us."

The other party is very likely to kill someone and silence them.

Longque glanced at the letter and smiled silently.

Military shirt, bloody handprints.

He didn't think it was an anonymous letter, but rather pointed.

"Then let's see who the witnesses are."

Long Que said calmly: "If I want to protect him, he won't be able to die even if he wants to."    ·
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  As the lid of the trash can was overturned, the scarred Aoki crawled out of the filthy barrel. Who would have thought that the once glorious Inquisitor would now end up in such a miserable state.

The ups and downs of life happen so quickly.

"Who the hell reported it? Who betrayed me?"

He looked around to make sure that the damn woman wasn't chasing her, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Long Que is really terrifying. Even though he is no longer as strong as he was at his peak, he can still severely injure him in one blow. Not even his numerology can repair the injury.

If the executioner hadn't wanted to catch him alive, he probably wouldn't have had a chance to escape.

Aoki has never been so angry.

One hand was broken, several ribs were cracked, and half of the body was burned.

He looked like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

The severe pain made him feel suffocated.

He jumped out of the trash can, chased away the wild dogs in the alley with ferocious eyes, and then leaned tiredly in the corner, letting the stinky swill flow from under him.

Sirens rang throughout the city.

"Alert, a C-class defection has occurred! Senior Inquisitor Aoki, who belongs to the Heresy Judgment, betrayed the church and has been dismissed from his public and teaching posts. The target is extremely aggressive and is in the second stage of evolution! Witnesses who provided clues, Merit rewards can be obtained.”

"Alert, a C-class defection incident occurred..."

It’s over.

Now, it's all over.

No one can save him, and his life will be ruined.

There is no place for him in the entire Shengen City.

Perhaps he could escape from the city and move to a city-state outside the mainland.

For example, Yingzhou City on the other side of the sea, or what was once Australia and is now Prison Island.

Well, these city-states are too far away, and he will most likely die on the way.

If he survives, he is likely to become a scavenger wandering outside the city-state.

Live a life worse than a pig or a dog.

He was not reconciled.

Aoki's remaining right hand reached into his pocket and took out a satellite phone.

Dial it, put it to your ear.

After a long time, a voice came from the satellite phone.

"I didn't expect you to be alive."

That old voice seemed to contain a touch of mockery.

"Please save me."

Aoki whispered: "Don't forget, I do things for you."

The old man on the satellite phone said indifferently: "You didn't handle the matter cleanly yourself, but you left witnesses to report you. Who can you blame?"

"But……"

"Have I done you any favors over the years? You are careless in your own affairs. Who is to blame? Think about it carefully. Who did you bring back when you went out these few times? Or are there people under you? Who betrayed you? Are their mouths blocked? "

Aoki fell silent, knowing that he had no bargaining chips.

"In the past eight years, who has been targeted by Longque, who can end well? You know very well how important the things we concealed are to him. What happened in the Holy Mountain was a nightmare that had troubled him for eight years. Even if It’s me, I don’t want to be found out by him at this time.”

The old man said softly: "But I can tell you who reported you."

Aoki's eyes burst out with a fierce light: "Who?"

The old man replied: "Third City Guards, Private, Luther."

Aoki was surprised: "Kashiwagi's nephew? I remember that Kashiwagi is not yours..."

The old man hummed: "So I want you to find out what is going on. The last thing I can help you is to let you enter the military camp smoothly. I will let Kashiwagi take Luther to a place In a secret location, you will personally interrogate him and execute him."

Aoki tightened his grip on the satellite phone, cracking his knuckles.

"As for whether you live or die later, it has nothing to do with me."

The old man hung up the phone: "Remember to get rid of all the evidence on your body."

Dead silence.

After a long time, Aoki stood up, glanced at the things in his pocket, and sneered: "I'm helping you with things. If something happens, you won't save me, and you still want me to destroy the evidence?"

Think beautiful.

The moment Aoki was reported, the old man had already planned to draw a clear line with him, or even break up with him.

The old man won't save him.

Aoki will not eliminate evidence for him.

We are all adults and we all know it.

Aoki held his sword and tried to take a deep breath.

The burnt face showed a ferocious expression, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Luthor..."

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  West of Shengen City, the Third City Guards Camp.

A sneeze.

Luther sneezed, feeling like his hairs were standing on end.

With a snap, his face was knocked crooked and his cheeks became red and swollen.

"Bitch, what did I tell you? Don't let anyone conflict with you! Are you still short of that meritorious service? Are you still close to being killed? If your true strength is exposed, how should I explain to my boss?" Kashiwagi shook his right hand, like an angry giant bear.

Luther was beaten so dizzy that he could only lower his head and admit his mistake.

"Uncle, I was wrong."

He admitted his mistake half-heartedly.

"We do things for the higher-ups, so it would be nice if we could make some money out of it."

Kashiwagi said coldly: "You must keep a low profile from now on, so that others will think you are a waste, an idiot, and a fool. Do you understand? You have done something wrong and you still dare to stand out?"

Luther lowered his head and said nothing.

Kashiwagi glanced at his useless nephew, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, the satellite phone in his pocket rang.

【Recommended ticket】

[monthly ticket]

　Seeking recommendations!

(End of this chapter)