Enforcer Manual
Chapter 578: This is my escape route_1

Chapter 578: Chapter 578: This is my escape route_1

The night had already grown deep.

Aige and his carefully selected Guards were panting heavily as they made their way through the jungle, knowing that if they could just hold on a little longer, they would reach the prearranged evacuation point and leave this war-torn country for good.

This was the route he had meticulously chosen for having the fewest Mutants.

He might even owe thanks to the Believers who were still bravely fighting the Mutants in Antigon, using their lives and blood as the price to build a frontline that had held back the Mutant invasion, providing them with this safe escape route.

Aige wasn’t worried about the Guard betraying him.

Now that the Chief Judge’s misdeeds he had used were exposed, if captured and returned to the Church, their fates would be the same as his: tied to stakes and burned alive by furious Believers—this was both for him and for their own futures.

Once they left the Third Neutral Country, they could go to any Neutral Country and live out the rest of their lives in opulent retirement.

They were getting closer and closer to the evacuation point.

Aige felt as if he could already see his new life beckoning to him.

But then, he heard a faint sound that was out of the ordinary, so elusive he couldn’t pinpoint its source; it was more an intuition of pursuers on their trail.

An intense sense of danger drew nearer, traveling through the uneven terrain of the dense jungle at a speed far surpassing their own.

The Captain of the Guard, who was in charge of this evacuation mission, also sensed the imminent threat. He gestured for everyone to halt and immediately set up a defensive perimeter on the spot.

Following the Captain’s orders, the Guards readied their weapons, made with Spiritual Energy collectors.

Once the edge of the Church, seasoned through countless civil and foreign wars, these custom-forged weapons tailored to each of their own combat styles were rewards from the Tribunal for these honored soldiers. Now, they were forced to point these very weapons at their brethren come to pursue them.

The Guards held their breath in readiness, listening intently to every faint sound coming from their surroundings.

Until...

"Above us!"

The Captain of the Guard shouted a warning to his men, acting on a premonition born from years of combat experience. But even though he pressed the trigger of the Spiritual Energy rifle in the nick of time, the beam composed of concentrated energy couldn’t graze the attacker.

Before the Spiritual Energy beam vanished, the brief brightness it cast revealed a Shadow that flitted across the night sky.

Accompanying it was the sound of a body hitting the ground.

In the corner of his eye, the Captain of the Guard saw the dense spines in the fallen’s wounds, raining down like covert weapons from above, claiming lives upon precise impact at the very instant of their descent.

And after a mere encounter, the figure once again merged with the darkness.

This night, chosen for their escape to avoid attention, had instead turned into the digging of their own graves.

"Remaining forces, cover Lord Aige’s retreat with all your might,"

The Captain of the Guard made the call in an instant, recognizing the identity of their pursuer from the spiny wounds on the fallen.

The Church’s "Angel of Death."

These children, who had survived the "mines" and been brought back to the Church, had been personally ordered by the Archbishop to be trained by them. Even the members of the Tribunal Guard Team felt a genuine fear of them during that not-so-long period of coexistence.

Because these survivors were not like humans at all, but more like killing machines draped in human skin.

The Captain of the Guard stood on that critical path, splitting his energy rifle in two and wielding them in his hands, which upon infusing with Spiritual Energy, formed two dazzling white blades.

The light from the blades momentarily dispersed the surrounding darkness.

The Captain of the Guard felt the fate that awaited him.

"Angels of Death" not only possessed unparalleled combat skills and instincts but what was more terrifying was that every single one of them had an immortal body.

No matter how severe the wounds they received, they could heal them in the blink of an eye.

Not every member of Aige’s Guard was blinded by power and wealth; at least for the Captain of the Guard, he had a debt of gratitude to repay.

He heard the footsteps fading into the distance behind him.

His combat instincts allowed him to catch the elusive sounds of the pursuer; he even recognized this particular "favorite disciple" of his, whose movements seemed to indicate she didn’t want to waste time entangled with him.

Following his intuition, the Captain of the Guard let out a roar to halt the figure about to bypass him.

"Face me, Yeying!"

...

That was the last thing Aige heard from the Captain of the Guard.

Even after he had run a good distance with the members of the Guard swarming around him, the roar seemed to echo through the woods.

Not far ahead was his departure point from the third Neutral Country and the beginning of his new life.

However, that sense of crisis quickly caught up with him, infuriating Aige.

Useless fools.

He cursed silently and then issued a new command to the Guards behind him, "Whatever you do, stop her for me!"

After leaving that order, Aige continued to flee down the mountain without any pause.

As he wished, he set foot on the territory of the evacuation point, where a costly, armed floatcar from Barrosa Group was docked on the open ground.

Only 100 meters left,

meters,

Just a few more steps.

But as Aige was about to touch the floatcar, he suddenly stopped.

He didn’t take another step forward; after a brief rigidity, he turned around deliberately, only to lock eyes with a young girl drenched in blood, her glowing amber pupils intently staring at him.

The pungent smell made Aige involuntarily frown.

This wasn’t his first stare-down with the Church’s "Angel of Death," so Aige knew all too well that these few short steps were agonizingly long. Long enough for Yeying to use her blade-like forelimbs to sever his legs in the moment he took another step forward.

"I’m the Chief Judge, you have no right to judge me."

Sweat trickled down Aige’s forehead; he had to admit his heart was in his throat, for there stood before him a Church-created monster, devoid of humanity, with whom there was no possibility of communication during their mission.

And in Yeying’s hand was a beating heart, seemingly her prepared dinner.

"You don’t have an order from the Archbishop."

"I’m going to take you back."

Yeying ignored Aige, "To prevent you from escaping again, I’ll break your legs first."

"Back off; you have no right to judge me!"

Aige commanded.

Yeying, however, walked toward him as if she hadn’t heard, which made him step back precipitously until his back was against the armored floatcar.

When Yeying spoke of breaking his legs, Aige had no doubt she would do just that.

And at this dead end, a fierce smile surfaced on his face. He raised his voice again, gathering all his strength as if to reach the heavens.

"As agreed, I’ve brought you the ’Angel of Death’!"

This time, the heavens responded to his cry.

"Boom—!"

The ground beneath shuddered violently from the rapidly descending object, and when the dust cleared, an alarming pit had formed on the empty field.

In the pit, a figure covered head to toe in exoskeleton armor, including the face, appeared in Yeying’s line of sight.

She had seen similarly dressed individuals in Kansariel, but unlike those easily disassembled "toys," the person before her looked far more dangerous.

From beneath the helmet of the exoskeleton armor came a mechanically synthesized female voice. Her gaze passed over Yeying and settled on Aige, questioning with an indifferent tone, "Why is there only one?"