Raise Joan of Arc to be an empress, then discard her.

"Tell me who your superior is!" The policeman clearly didn't believe Aaron's words.

"Asking me who my superiors are is probably useless." Aaron flicked his finger, and a flash of light landed in front of the officer.

Aaron's movements were very stylish, but unfortunately the police didn't appreciate it. The flash landed at the police's feet, and the police kicked the flash in front of him. After looking closely, he found that what was on the ground was a medal. On the medal, the sword blade engraved with runes pierced through the balance pillar, and three wings surrounded the balance from three sides. The semi-transparent wings at the top hung in the sky like stars.

The policeman was clearly stunned. He opened his mouth, looked at Aaron, then at the badge on the ground, unable to connect Aaron with that sacred institution for a moment.

He looked more closely and realized that Aaron was wearing a silver robe. What else could it be but the mark of a judge?

“Now you believe me, right? It’s not really a matter of who’s higher up in rank between us, but we have priority in the investigation,” Aaron said.

It's hard to say who has a higher rank; they come from two completely different agencies. He's just a beat cop in a police station, while the other party is from that agency, and the things they're investigating often involve very important matters.

Aaron finally adopted a slightly condescending demeanor and said softly, "I am investigating a dangerous incident and cannot be disturbed. If you need any help, please let me know. Otherwise, could you do me a favor and leave?"

The policeman was stunned. Forced back step by step by Aaron's imposing manner, he quickly retreated to the door. Aaron then opened the door, and the policeman glanced outside before leaving. Aaron nodded in satisfaction, slammed the door shut, leaving the policeman, still in a shooting position, standing outside in a daze.

Back in the room, the air was quiet for a moment. The next moment, Igorius and Reinhardt were about to start fighting with Aaron again, but this time Aaron beat them both up: "Come on!"

Igorius and Reinhardt crouched on the ground, clutching the bumps on their heads, while Aaron looked at Neve.

Actually, Aaron hadn't planned to revive in front of the police. After all, it's better to avoid trouble. He could revive after the police left and get more information.

He was resurrected because of Neve, because Neve wanted to attract the police's attention. But it wasn't that she wanted to hand Aaron over to the police; rather, it was because she felt Aaron was dying and handing him over to the police might save his life.

"It hurts..." Reinhardt said, feeling wronged.

"You deserve it."

"You're too suspicious..."

"You've misunderstood me."

“Because you’ve been following us, we think you’re a bad guy,” Igorius also said.

"What, do I look like a bad guy?" Aaron asked.

“The attitude is very similar…” Reinhardt said, covering his head.

“The clothes are very similar,” Igorius also said.

“That’s right, that’s right.” Neve nodded as well. “Upon closer inspection, it even looks a lot like the Judge.”

When the topic turned to the Judge, the three seemed to find common ground and pointed at Aaron, chattering away: "Yes, yes, he really does resemble the Judge."

Igorius pointed to Aaron's clothes and said, "Look closely, the clothes have feather and sword patterns, they really do look like them."

“The color of the clothes is the same as the judge’s, so he really does look like the judge,” Reinhardt said.

“There are weapons at his waist, it’s just like the real thing,” Neve said.

Suddenly, the room fell eerily quiet. After a long while, Neve pointed at Aaron and asked, "I...I'm sorry...Lord Aaron, we were wrong just now. May I ask who Lord Aaron is...?"

"I am the judge."

The three of them suddenly froze, feeling as if a gust of wind could blow them over.

Aaron just stared at the three of them until they suddenly shouted, "It's the Judge!" and started running wild in the room.

An ordinary person would have been helpless, but Aaron was no longer the Aaron who had just met them; he had found a way to deal with the three of them.

The solution is simple: just beat them up.

This method was very effective. Igorius and Reinhardt squatted on the ground, clutching the large bumps on their heads. The room became quiet again, and they were able to understand human speech once more.

When it was Neve's turn, she instinctively covered her head. When she opened her eyes again, Aaron touched her head but didn't hit her.

"Why do you only attack us and not Neve..." Reinhardt said, feeling wronged.

"It's a ruse, don't fall for it, Neve!" Egorius whispered beside him.

Just as Aaron was about to exchange a few more friendly words with the two of them, his body suddenly froze. A bad premonition rose in his heart.

He suddenly turned to look at the wall and felt the air vibrate, and the dust on the ground trembled. He sensed danger, just like an animal sensing an earthquake or tsunami. Goosebumps rose all over his body.

In the first half of a breath, as if in slow motion, he saw cracks appear on the wall. In the second half of a breath, the cracks spread across the entire wall like a spider web. After that, Aaron could see nothing more because he grabbed Neve, who was closest to him, and flew backward.

The next moment, it was as if an angry tide was surging in from the other side of the wall. The wall collapsed with a crash, and white dust shot into the sky with the loud noise.

Amidst the billowing smoke, a colossal figure emerged, piercing through the fog and treading over rubble. The earth trembled as he passed through the fog. His figure in the smoke evoked images of monsters like Bigfoot, and considering that he shattered the relatively sturdy bungalow in an instant, he was clearly not human.

The smoke slowly dissipated, and a pair of elegant black leather shoes stepped out of the smoke and landed on the gravel floor. How to describe the man who walked out of the smoke and dust? He was like a cold, living corpse in a suit. He had a square, long face, a buzz cut, and his hollow eyes were those of a dead man, only glowing with a yellow light like a ghost lamp.

He emerged from the smoke, not in a hurry to give chase, but staring at a certain spot blocking his way, waiting for Aaron to step out from there.

Aaron stared intently at the zombie-like man. He was in relatively good condition, with only his clothes slightly dirty. Neve, on the other hand, was not doing so well, coughing incessantly as smoke entered her nostrils.

"Hey, are you alright?" Aaron patted Neve on the back.

"Cough cough cough..."

After coughing for a while, Neve finally understood the situation and realized that Aaron had saved her life again. She had only known him for half an hour, but he had already saved her twice.

Were they both dead?

Aaron looked at the ruins. When the wall collapsed, he only had time to save Neve. Igorius and Reinhardt were left behind. They were hit by the heavy wall and are probably buried under the rubble now.

Aaron was still somewhat saddened. Although the two of them were quite deserving of a beating, he didn't want them to die.

"Cough cough cough cough!!!"

A violent coughing sound came from under the rubble. A moment later, Aaron was pleasantly surprised to see two figures, one fat and one thin, slowly emerging from the rubble in the thick fog.

But the zombie also noticed the two people in the ruins. He was clearly dissatisfied that no one had died from his punch, so he raised his arm again and aimed it at the two people in the smoke.

"Run!" Aaron shouted.

As soon as they turned their heads, the zombie's huge fist blew over. At the critical moment, Reinhardt was more decisive. He picked up Igorius and ran. He was huge, but he was still quite agile in the ruins and rubble.

The zombie seemed to be a cautious person; watching them flee, it didn't give chase. Aaron looked at Reinhardt, who had desperately run to his side, and patted him on the shoulder: "You're lucky to be alive."

He then fixed his gaze on the zombie-like man again. As he retreated, he entered a fighting stance, his eyes brightening, the gold in his pupils burning fiercely. However, he had no confidence in the enemy in front of him, because the moment he made his move, he felt that the man was very dangerous.

Why would he suddenly attack this place? Was it a random attack? The only valuable target here should be himself; when did he reveal his whereabouts?

There is another possibility...

Aaron frowned slightly as he thought of the policeman who had left the house.

Forget it, there's no time to think about that now. Aaron stared at the zombie-like man, gripped the hilt of his sword, and slowly drew the long sword from his waist, his expression grave.

Neve didn't notice that she was clearly stunned when she saw his eyes, which burned like flames.

The zombie stared at Aaron, slowly moving his neck, his body emitting chilling popping sounds, and said in a leaky bellows-like voice, "Are you the Judge? Tell me your name."

Aaron, of course, did not answer, nor did the zombie intend to ask, but the crackling sounds from his body traveled from his neck to his arms, and he swung his arms like whips.

The next moment, he lashed out like a whip, swinging his arm and throwing himself away: "I'm asking you a question, can't you hear me?"

Another deafening roar, like a cannonball, the force of which was comparable to the force that had just smashed through the house. Before the gust of wind from the punch even arrived, Aaron had already retreated, showing no intention of taking the hit head-on.

"The speed is not bad, but is running all the judge can do?"

The zombie knelt on one knee, pulled its arm out of the ground, and mechanically turned its head like a robot, its eyes filled with a sinister aura.

*

Meanwhile, Theo and Elliott were investigating in their own ways in various places. Theo came to the bar counter of a tavern, holding a glass of wine and listening to the conversations of the patrons.

He had already obtained intelligence from his informant that the enemy was very likely in this bar, but he had also discovered quite a few interesting things himself.

He saw a man who looked like a policeman, wearing a patrol uniform, walk into the tavern and drink. The man had a gloomy face and looked very unusual.

He also noticed a small group in the corner of the tavern, discussing something interesting, and heard some of their comments that piqued his interest.

Theo raised a glass to the air and said, "I hope everything goes well."

Blackstone Street.

Aaron brandished his longsword and said to those around him, "You'd better run while you can, or you'll die."

Igorius nodded: "Okay, be careful, we'll be going now."

They were just ordinary people from Blackrock Street, while Aaron was the judge. Igorius felt no burden in letting Aaron face the danger alone.

But Neve grabbed him, shook her head, and said, "We have to stay and help him."

“Eh… Sister Neve…” Igorius looked incredulous. Running away was definitely the best option now. He didn’t understand why they should stay and die.

“Aaron saved me twice, which means we owe him two favors. We have to stay and help him,” Neve said.

"Well... but... okay... it's really not easy to repay two favors... let's figure out a way..."

Neve and Egorius chattered away, and after a round of discussion, Egorius was finally persuaded by Neve. He stood up and said to Aaron, "Okay... um... Aaron... we can help in the battle too."

Aaron wasn't too surprised. He already thought they were remarkable for surviving their first encounter with the zombies, but he didn't expect them to offer their help.

Igorius grabbed Reinhardt, who was trying to escape, and dragged him onto the pirate ship, saying, "Reinhardt, are you alright?" Since they were already on the pirate ship, the more people they dragged down with them, the better.

"Anyway, in the end I'll just have to go up there again! Fine, I'll go!" Reinhardt shouted in despair.

“Okay, it’s much easier now that you’re willing to help.” Although Reinhardt looked resigned, Igorius still rubbed his hands together happily.

"What do you mean by that?" Aaron asked curiously.

“Oh, it’s like this, Reinhardt is tough and can take a few hits without any problem, so we usually send him up as bait.” Igorius patted Reinhardt’s stomach.

Reinhardt's defense does seem quite high, but...

"Are you sure you'd be okay after taking that kind of attack?" Aaron pointed to the wall that had been knocked down by a zombie's punch.

"It should be fine... I won't die..." Igorius didn't seem very confident.

“Okay, so he can go up and get beaten up, I can take charge of the offense, but what can you do?” Aaron asked.

"Don't let my appearance fool you, I have some amazing skills," Igorius said, puffing out his chest.

"Oh? So what's your special move?" Aaron asked, intrigued.

"I'm a ranged attacker, and given time, I can unleash my full potential."

Chapter 204 Sudden Attack

Although he didn't know what Igorius's abilities were, seeing Igorius's confident demeanor, Aaron thought it might be worth a try.

“Alright, our tactics are simple. Reinhardt and I will create an opportunity to engage him in close combat, and you can take the chance to unleash your special move.” Aaron simply outlined the tactics.