Law Enforcer's Handbook

Although it seemed unforgivable for the chief judge of the church to think so, Iger finally breathed a sigh of relief when the reinforcements from the Barossa Group arrived.

He didn't answer the other party's question directly, but said, "She's Heriffith's favorite."

"How dare you, a traitor, call the Archbishop by his name!"

A gleam of scarlet light flashed across Night Heron's eyes, and the right arm that changed into a bone sickle slashed at Iger's head.

Although according to the teachings of the Eclipse Church, the killing of the Chief Inquisitor must be ordered by the Archbishop himself, but after the Barossa Group was involved in the internal struggle of the church, the nature of this matter changed completely. As for Iger, The identity of the apostate has already been confirmed.

However, this time, Yelu didn't see the picture of Iger's head being cut off, and the expected warm blood didn't splash on her face. She smelled a burnt smell, and came from her right arm. What is more is the feeling of emptiness.

After the bone sickle-shaped right arm spun several times in the air, it stuck straight into the distant soil like a blade.

For a fleeting moment, Iger's eyes changed from lax to ecstatic.

When he came back to his senses, that steel giant-like figure had already appeared in front of him. Her speed was unbelievably fast, as if the time that belonged to her had been accelerated countless times. "Angel of Death" failed to respond to her actions just now.

This long "moment" seemed to be finally over until Yelu's right arm was chopped off by the thermal cutting blade and fell into the distant soil.

Immediately afterwards, Iger saw the night heron like an enraged beast, stabbing the steel giant's heart with a bony spur.

It was also at this time that time warped again.

The hill-like steel body half-kneeled on the back of Night Heron, the latter's legs, and the newly repaired arms were nailed to the ground by black shackles.

In such a state, Yelu could only raise his head desperately, staring at Iger with resentful eyes.

Iger's mood has completely settled down.

This last desperate move earned him enough rewards.

The sacrifices of the Inquisition guards were valuable. They used their lives to buy him time to contact the Barossa Group.

Because in the last contact, he learned that the Barossa Group seems to be very interested in the church's "Angels of Death". The product of the "honeymoon period", perhaps even Ye Lu didn't know that half of her body came from the genetic technology of the Barossa Group.

In these several gambles, he has become the ultimate winner.

"Recently, I've found that I'm incredibly lucky...don't look at me like that, I didn't mean to send those people to the execution platform."

Iger's tone returned to the previous frequency. Now he is looking down at the night heron who can't move on the ground. This scene is the same as when he was on the execution platform and witnessed the thirteen "renegades" It was exactly the same when it was burned to the ground. "If you want to blame, you can only blame them for being too curious. After discovering the contacts between me and the Barossa Group, they even conspired to expose me in front of the believers."

Speaking of this, he shook his head feigning heartache, "So, they must die."

"You traitor!"

Yelu struggled endlessly, even though Iger was only a few steps away from her at this moment, she could no longer express her anger to the other party in any way other than cursing.

"traitor?"

Iger sneered, "If you want to talk about the real traitor, there is only the archbishop you admire - Heriffes himself! Have you idiots never wondered why even if I sent those thirteen people to the execution platform? ;Even if I absconded and absconded, she did not come out and give you orders to get rid of me..."

The indictment against Heriffes came to an abrupt end.

Iger's widened eyes clearly saw that Ye Heron suddenly broke free from the iron giant's shackles for some reason. She almost relied on brute force to pull those dark shackles out of the ground, and the mouth full of sharp teeth gnawed fiercely. on his neck, making all his next words hiss.

As for Yelu, she didn't know if she had an illusion just now.

But for a moment, the mountain-like enemy on her back relaxed, allowing her to seize the opportunity.

The bloody smell coming from her mouth quickly stopped her from thinking, and there was only one thing left in her mind - to bite off the traitor's neck!

And she did.

The smell of blood stimulated her nerves, causing her to forget about the extremely dangerous enemy behind her.

Iger gradually blurred his vision and saw everything.

He saw this woman who claimed to be the commander of the Barossa Army take out a needle and inject the green liquid inside into the back of Night Heron's neck.

The biting movement stopped quickly, and when the night heron was removed from him, Iger's body that lost his strength leaned against the armed hover vehicle and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed down his wound and soon pooled under his feet.

He felt the bone-chilling cold, and besides that, he was also full of doubts.

"You should have escaped as soon as possible."

The head of the legion stood in front of him like this, and the female voices that passed into Iger's ears were still mechanically synthesized. The face hidden under the exoskeleton armor helmet made him unable to guess the expression of the other party at the moment, and he suddenly realized Everything about her is hidden in the mystery.

The legion leader continued, the unique cold feeling of the mechanical synthesis voice made her look ruthless, "Your blood vessel has been bitten off, blood loss and suffocation will kill you completely in 1 minute and 27 seconds... However, I can help you You give me a hand."

Iger vaguely saw the legion commander's raised right leg.

This made him understand the true meaning of "help yourself"-this woman is not going to help him stop the bleeding or connect the bitten blood vessel, but to end his pain.

At this moment, Iger instinctively wanted to say something.

He has a lot of money.

These days he used the power of the Chief Inquisitor to make a lot of money, which is enough for any squandering for several lifetimes.

He purchased a property in the seventh neutral country.

It was a warm city by the sea, very suitable for retirement.

Iger still has a lot to say, but no matter how hard he tries, he can make a faint hiss.

Then, a shadow blocked his vision.

The legion commander's dangling right foot stepped down heavily.

After everything was quiet, she turned on the communication device and reported to the fleet above the clouds.

"The recovery of the first-generation genetic samples has been completed... Yes, when I arrived, Father Iger had no vital signs."