The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 568 - 312 Bai An Su’s Great Love_2
Although these two scoundrels had abnormal and abstract ways of doing things, he could not help but feel relieved as they risked their lives to provide cover for An Su while the Saint Army encircled them. Truly, they were his two beloved daughters, and he had not loved them in vain. His eyes grew more compassionate.
"Mr. Arthur, Mr. Lister," An Su shook his head, "we should act normally, we should treat everyone with love and kindness."
"Moreover, the leaders of the Abnormality Management Department are also fighting for justice. We should cooperate with their work."
Arthur and Lister exchanged a glance, their pupils trembling slightly, shuddering with cold.
What on earth had An Su experienced in Heaven to even talk about using 'love'!
It was terrifying.
Now they even dared to love, what would happen next.
They swallowed nervously, "An Su, how do you plan to love?"
"Great love," An Su told them, flashing a perfect and flawless smile, "as a saint favored by the Holy Light, I must always practice God's great love."
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Saying so, he bypassed Merlin and Lister and pushed open the heavy doors of the Magic Association.
As soon as the doors opened, an almost tangible, oppressive killing intent swept over him. An Su saw the Heretic Judges, dressed in deep black cloaks with double-breasted jackets and standard military boots underneath, belts adorned with alchemy swords engraved with Holy Patterns; and beyond them, thousands of Royal Knights lined the streets, sealing off the assembly completely.
Even when dealing with Demigods of the Esoteric Sect, such a formidable array would not be employed.
"Good morning, everyone. It's really nice weather today."
The young man opened the door, showing the brightest smile to the Judgement Officers gathered in a corner of the Magic Association.
Leading them was Yake Hughes, now serving as the regional chief of the Abnormality Management Department, his authority equivalent to a District Bishop of the Church.
"I'm glad to see you again."
He was dressed impeccably, his presence imposing without anger, clad in a Holy Knight white robe edged with bright gold Golden Kite Flower patterns, wrapped in a deep black cloak. The golden kite pattern was not something ordinary people could wear—it marked his bloodline from the Milton royal family.
Yake Hughes, a Peak Saint.
The venerable man showed a delighted smile, watching the young man before him. In his eyes, this genteel demeanor was merely a disguise for this borderland loyalist—the youth was still the humanoid Child of the Curse.
"An Su Moningsta, you've finally decided to come out."
Yake was a perfect practitioner of bloodline purity; nobility remains noble, and the ignoble remain ignoble forever. Only by eliminating the Empire's complex and base bloodlines can humanity retain its perfect purity and proceed along the path of Radiance—this was the justice Yake Milton believed in.
And the Judges were God's envoys.
Elegant, mysterious, ruthlessly cold.
The full name of the Abnormality Management Department was 'Heresy Administration Bureau,' also known to the public as 'Religion Tribunal,' colloquially known as the Judgment Bureau. The character 'Xianzong' that An Su once made up was designed as a Heretic Judge of the Judgment Bureau.
They answered directly to the Emperor and the Goddess, their role not external but internal to the Empire, responsible for handling and judging the Empire's internal heretical scandals. Besides, they were tasked with a secret mission—to cleanse the Empire's bloodline and ensure the citizens maintained their radiant purity.
The dark cloaks spread like the Empire's black eagles, white boots stepping on the streets of eternal night, as if standing atop the lifeblood of the Empire. Everyone feared and revered these dignitaries, for once their footsteps lingered at one's doorstep, death began to knock.
And the method for purging heretical bloodlines was simple.
The Heretic Judges had immense power; once they set their sights on a person of dubious faith, they had the right to invite them back to the Judgment Bureau for tea—technically, they didn't deprive anyone of life; they only had the right to interrogate, but that was enough.
All who died in the Judgment Bureau died by suicide.
Thus, the people of the Nether Empire knew once invited inside the Judgment Bureau, one would never come out again in their lifetime.
Only in dealing with An Su had they hit a wall.
These noble lords of the Judgment Bureau glowered coldly; they had been squatting outside all night, soaked by the rain for hours, a situation these Judges had never been subjected to before.
Each of them, stationed in a border District Church, could sneeze and make the District Bishops shiver with fear three times over.
Yet they had all been defeated by this little beast An Su, forced to work all night!
Yake Milton also sneered, just now several Judges had asked him for leave to go to the bathroom—after all, they had been squatting all night and holding it in all night, which was indeed damaging to the image of the Judgment Bureau!
Their reasons for leave were profound, and one by one, they spoke with righteous expressions and determined eyes; their words seemed not so much a request for leave but rather a plea for duty. They passionately exclaimed,
"Lord Yake, I suspect An Su might be hiding in various evacuation sites on Saint George Street. I used this tactic to skip school when I was at the Holy Academy. So for the mission, I volunteer to guard the toilets!"
Is that how you use the word guard!
You are defiling and blaspheming!
Since when do normal people sneak into lavatories?
