Don't confiscate my citizenship

This bright space, this office that should have brought him peace of mind, suddenly turned into a closed cage from which he still could not escape, locking him in even more clearly.

It should obviously be a communication link to the imperial capital.

But such a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from the other side?

Agnello's thoughts raced in his mind.

How could the dedicated communication line between the Snowfield Province and the Imperial Capital Helrom be occupied by someone else?

Could it be that the entire imperial capital and the entire front line have fallen into the hands of the enemy?

This is impossible, absolutely impossible!

It must be his illusion!

Agnello's eyes flashed with fear, like a trapped beast, and he wanted to see the truth.

Panic spread in his heart, and he finally spoke, his voice trembling slightly, but he tried his best to remain calm: "Excuse me, which officer of the Imperial Defense Department are you?"

"We just met. Have you forgotten my voice so quickly?"

The other party was still relaxed and had a slight smile on his face.

The sound of this confirmation hit Agnello's heart like a hammer.

Agnello's reaction was quick, but he was still obviously a step slow.

He wanted to evacuate this enclosed space and further escape from the weird city of Bonn, but the moment he was about to let go of the microphone, an intense numbness struck him like a thunderbolt and instantly spread throughout his body.

There are traps in the Governor's office?!

When the terrified Agnello tried to mobilize his magic power, he was surrounded by an indescribable feeling of heaviness and sluggishness, as if a bird that was about to flap its wings suddenly fell from the sky and turned into a mountain to press down on him!

He tried to struggle, but his body was fixed in place, and even taking a small step was extremely difficult.

A deep blue light began to emanate from the walls of the entire office. It was the symbol of a military-grade anti-magic barrier, as well as a city defense barrier that had a suppressive effect on violent thugs in the city-state.

At the same time, poisonous gas began to flow into the ventilation ducts in the room.

Even though the Son of Nirvana held his breath at the first moment, he began to feel weak and his vision became blurry.

The space seemed to be compressed and collapsed, the air became thin, and was about to squeeze the life out of his body.

Agnello now realized that he had fallen into a big trap.

Under normal circumstances, the top people in a province are only a few at level six, and even level five are extremely rare, not worth his attention at all. But at this moment, he is trapped in such a cage and is in extreme danger!

His face was pale, his eyes were full of anxiety, and a trace of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

Agnello tried hard to stay awake, but every cell in his body seemed to tell him that this might be a desperate situation from which there was no escape.

As the double barrier was fully formed, the door of the Governor's office was violently pushed open. The high priest of the Silent Branch had disappeared, and only the provincial elite led by Viscount Kingston walked in.

The heavy sound of pairs of shoes stepping on the luxurious carpet, like the footsteps of the god of death, echoed in the magnificent governor's office, and the oppressive feeling it gave Alone was even more terrifying than the restraint of the anti-magic barrier.

Rushing in were several fully armed provincial combat elites. They had been prepared for this, with deep eyes and looked cold and soulless, like demon warriors on an ancient battlefield.

Previously, in order to fight against the Ghost Party, the elite forces of the entire province were assembled and under the guidance of Ranchi, a short-term training was carried out. Later, Char continued to transmit the Governor's tactics and combat concepts as a guide, and it has now become a mature extermination force.

Those summoned by Viscount Kingston were all captain-level fifth-order warriors.

The masked soldiers launched their attack without giving Agnello any chance to explain. A light soldier suddenly rushed forward, punching Agnello's chin with both fists, while several other heavy soldiers quickly held ice spikes and surrounded Agnello. Not a single move was wasted.

The sharp ice spikes in their hands were flowing with dark black curse marks. They were not natural ice, but military magic devices with powerful silencing and freezing effects.

Although the paralysis effect on Agnello's body had just been lifted by his purification, he was suppressed by the barrier. Even the flow of magic power and the speed of casting spells were slowed down several times. The poisonous gas in the room continued. He struggled to use his fighting instinct to avoid the sneak attack of the light warriors and tried to use his energy to barely resist by casting spells. But compared with those heavy warriors in full state, he was like a cartilage beast being hunted by elite hunters at this moment, extremely fragile!

A heavy warrior rushed towards Agnello first, holding an ice spike and trying to pierce his limbs. Agnello was not willing to be outdone, and although his movements were restricted, he was still able to mobilize the most basic magic power and quickly transmit it to his wrist. When the ice spike was about to touch his wrist, a strong explosion instantly bounced away a circle of heavy warriors.

In an instant, Agnello tried to summon his own magic power, and dark gray flames surged from under his feet, trying to burn away the enemy's blockade.

However, such difficult spellcasting seemed extremely slow in the eyes of the enemy. They had no fear or dread at all. One of them quickly held a shield in his left hand and a stick in his right hand, aiming at Agnello, trying to knock him to the ground.

The other two heavily-armored warriors had surrounded him from the flanks, unafraid of pain or injury, and the ice spikes in their hands stabbed towards Agnello as fast as poisonous snakes!

Agnello was trapped in two, and tried to use his magic to push away the warriors again. However, his already heavy feet were pulled hard all of a sudden. It turned out that another warrior had thrown an anchor with a chain when he was not paying attention, which hooked his feet firmly.

The light warrior approached again, but did not rush to attack. Instead, he used his companions' distraction to find a chance to either deal a fatal blow to Agnello or continue to interfere.

"You bastards!!"

Agnello roared, and the gray flames on his body formed a shield like a tornado to block the enemy's demon-sealing ice spikes.

But the Guards had already planned every step in a disciplined manner.

One of the light warriors suddenly sped up and rushed towards Agnello, holding the ice spikes tightly in both hands as if ready to die, and suddenly tried to pierce Agnello's eyes.

This stab forced Agnello to dodge in order to save his eyes.

However, before he could focus his hazy vision, a heavy warrior attacked from behind.

The tall and cold figure skillfully and swiftly hit Agnello's back of the head with a blunt weapon, making him feel dizzy. Then a heavy warrior wearing brass knuckles came from the side, with scarlet bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and roared as he hit Agnello's stomach with a heavy hook, making him feel as if he was burst by the fist!

There are four chapters today, and two chapters are still being revised. They will be completed before 9:30

Chapter 351 Principal Lan: Master of Micromanipulation

"Uh……"

Agnello opened his mouth in disbelief, saliva and tears running down his cheeks, and he could only make hoarse sounds of pain.

The elite soldiers did not stop their attack for even a moment. While Agnello was under siege and unable to dodge, they accurately pierced his calf with ice spikes. The bone-chilling cold magic made Agnello feel as if his calf was cut off and he lost consciousness.

His head was pressed to the ground by a pair of large hands, and the others began to pierce his hands and feet one by one with ice spikes like hungry tigers, piercing his shoulders, collar and trousers. The blood immediately soaked his dark gray coat and froze into ice in an instant.

He could only feel the pain for a moment before losing consciousness. The horrible cold touch almost made Agnello scream instinctively.

Finally, his body gradually lost feeling and the color on his face gradually faded, turning as pale as paper. He could only watch it all happen stiffly, unable to offer any resistance.

Even if his limbs were cut off at this moment, he probably wouldn't feel any pain.

The provincial Demon King's guards calmly restrained Agnello and completed their mission.

Even if it was any other bishop's saint son or saint daughter who dared to cause trouble in the city-state and easily took the initiative to enter this room full of forbidden barriers against mages, and was besieged and hunted by a group of well-coordinated warriors, there would be no room for maneuver even if they were at the peak of the sixth level.

"You...you..."

Agnello lay on the ground, looking ahead with difficulty.

The expression of Viscount Kingston in front of him seemed to have changed. He stood there, looking at Agnello coldly, as if he was looking at a lamb to be slaughtered.

His body was numb, cold, shocked and angry, but the weak Agnello still did not give up.

His voice became hoarse, but he still shouted angrily: "I am Agnello! The Son of Annihilation of the Church of Resurrection! Viscount Kingston, do you know what you are doing? ! ! "

He swore that no matter what, he would sentence this border noble family to death!

"Son of Nirvana? That's amazing. Keep talking. I'm listening."

Kingston seemed not to care about Agnello's threat at all and nodded as if he was just trying to appease an angry child.

"Viscount Kingston! You've gotten into big trouble! You're committing a crime! You'll be tried by the Imperial Military Court!"

Although Agnello's body was badly injured, his spirit was not broken.

He continued to try to threaten Viscount Kingston in various ways, but Viscount Kingston just sneered and did not take him seriously at all.

"Martial court, huh? You know something about this."

Viscount Kingston laughed, and even the provincial elite who were restraining Agnello laughed sarcastically.

A ghost party dares to be stubborn and scare them here.

"Are you crazy? Loren is here, Loren is coming to the Northern Continent!! I must contact the imperial capital Helrom!!"

Agnello's words began to choke as he coughed, each cry sapping his life force.

Agnello, who was gradually feeling mentally broken, finally understood the stupidity and absurdity of these snowfield nobles.

If they come here, they might even dare to kill the emperor.

But Viscount Kingston's gaze remained unwavering, with pity flashing in his eyes, and even the other elites had similar looks.

Viscount Kingston did not change his attitude as Agnello had expected. He looked at Agnello who had surrendered, shook his head and laughed: "How ridiculous! A 'Son of Nirvana' is crying and begging here. You really have gone crazy."

The atmosphere in the entire office became even more eerie and heavy because of Viscount Kingston's words. It was no longer a governor's office, but an isolation ward of a mental hospital.

Agnello tried to calm his shattered emotions but it was almost impossible.

Agnello's cries and struggles became the only sounds in the ward, and together with Viscount Kingston's sneer, they formed a vicious circle. The more Agnello tried to prove himself, the more Viscount Kingston regarded him as a mental patient.

It also made Agnello feel unprecedented despair.

He could never escape the fate of being misunderstood and ridiculed. The truth that he knew was enough to alarm the empire became meaningless in front of these snow people.

Agnello suddenly realized.

Viscount Kingston's eyes, movements and smile all revealed a strangeness he had never seen before.

This province - or more precisely, this Governor's Palace was completely different from the outside world. Every detail, every word, and every communication gave him a sense of alienation, as if he had crossed a parallel time and space and was in a completely different nightmare space.

On the other end of the microphone hanging in mid-air beside the desk, the strange communication that chilled Agnello's heart continued, making a faint crackling sound, becoming a distant echo.

"Viscount, it seems everything is going well."

The voice came from the other end of the microphone again.

"Reporting to the Governor, a set of sixth-level magic-suppressing nails have been driven into the criminal's body according to the specifications."

Kingston said, looking towards the desk.

Although there was no one behind the desk, he seemed to be reporting the progress of the task devoutly to an invisible person sitting behind him.

At this moment, Agnello was finally convinced that from the moment he entered the Governor's Palace, it was the person on the other side of the microphone who was controlling these people from the Snowfield Province.

But he couldn't understand what kind of evil mind control spell the High Priest Loren used to make the people of the Protoss Empire so crazy and lose themselves to serve him!

"Move him five meters to the left so he's facing the sofa in the office."

From the microphone, a crackling sound mixed with the man's gentle words.

Like a blunt knife, it slowly cut into Agnello's soul and dignity.

"Yes."