Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 180 Offering Roses to the Lord
"Snapped!"

This strong and stubborn girl tried her best to resist, but this attitude only excited the police chief more.

"Strength!"

He commanded his servant, his eyes gleaming and his entire body twitching, "I'll give you a tip!"

The servant was overjoyed to hear of the reward and immediately worked even harder.

This deputy police commissioner's hobby was whipping delicate young girls. The tougher the girl, the more he looked forward to seeing her weak and vulnerable after her mental breakdown.

But what does this have to do with the servant? He only needs to serve Director Gao Xing. Anyway, these girls are just commodities; as long as they bring enough profit to the owner of this villa, the owner won't have any objections.

The girl was lying on the ground, her clothes torn, and drops of blood splattered from her wounds, covering the floor.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

The loud cracking of the whip echoed in the hall, and the guests watched with laughter and no one stopped them; they simply enjoyed the spectacle.

The girls, on the other hand, wore even more ingratiating smiles, though their bodies or the corners of their eyes twitched slightly upon hearing the sound of the whip.

Thinking of the gold pounds that were about to be in his hands, the servant swung his whip even harder. He raised his arm high and lashed it down with all his might at the girl who was lying on the ground, almost unconscious.

"Clap."

The expected sharp cracking sound of whipping did not occur; instead, the sound of something falling to the floor was heard.

Did I accidentally slip off the whip?

The servant, puzzled and subconsciously thinking this, looked down at the floor.

He found his right hand, which was holding a whip, lying on the clean floor as if it had been chopped off, slowly bleeding.

Ok?
The servant belatedly looked at where his right hand had been, and saw a clear cut of his wrist. Pale yellow fat, pink muscle, white bone and red marrow, and blood vessels were all clearly visible in his field of vision.

Moments later, blood began to seep from the cut. Then, intense pain gushed out along with a large amount of blood!
"Ahhhh!"

The servant clutched his arms and howled shrilly. His face contorted like a frightened monkey, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"do not come!"

The deputy director, his flesh trembling, dodged the blood splattered from the servants with disgust and terror. Despite being as fat as a ball, he nimbly rose and fled.

"who!"

"Someone come quickly!"

"There's an intruder!"

The sudden change on the field immediately attracted the attention of everyone else present, who frantically called for the guards.

Everyone turned to look at the guest who had entered without being invited.

Beside the servant stood a peculiar young man. He had black hair and blue eyes, and his handsome features were so striking that it was hard to look away. He wore a white straitjacket with leather straps, the kind used to restrain mental patients.

In this magnificent hall, his attire seemed completely out of place.

He had suddenly barged in and easily severed a servant's right hand, but he did not follow up. He simply stood there quietly, ignoring the violent reactions of everyone present, and looked into the empty void.

His face wore a strange expression, his lips twitching upwards as if he were laughing or crying at the same time, appearing extremely deranged.

A crazy and noisy world revolves around Luzer.

He saw countless young girls, tortured to death, wailing and showing him the trauma they had suffered. The garden outside the villa was bursting with vibrant flowers, only to reveal the countless bones buried beneath the soil. He saw parents who had lost their children weeping helplessly, prematurely aged by the pain of losing their children. They wandered the streets, seeking help from the police, only to be met with completely impatient indifference; their police reports were immediately thrown into the trash after they left.

He also witnessed high-ranking officials gathered in this luxurious villa, impeccably dressed and elegantly behaving, yet ruthlessly devouring the people. Not content with merely consuming the blood and bones of the lower classes, they also sought to take their daughters to satisfy their twisted and depraved desires.
Countless images flooded into Lu Ze's mind, and he could hardly bear it.

Guided by that drop of blood, Lu Ze left the East End and arrived at Iris Street, near the West End of the Joewood District. There stood a luxurious and heavily guarded villa, which was his final destination.

He slipped in as a shadow and immediately saw the inhuman, depraved feast unfolding in the hall.

Such a scene had a tremendous impact on his mental state.

Moreover, this place was filled with extreme emotions; from the dead to the living, everyone was frantically displaying their feelings during this grand spectacle. These emotions were almost tangible, influencing his mental world!

With red eyes, Lu Ze looked at the guests in the hall through a surreal and frantic hallucination.

The dead girls cried out to Luze, pointing at the obese man, saying that he was clearly the deputy commissioner of the police station, yet he deliberately protected criminals to satisfy his ugly desires and wantonly abused lives; pointing at a handsome man, saying that he was a member of parliament who frequently reported on improving the lives of ordinary people, but in reality, he condoned crime and amassed personal wealth; pointing at a slightly overweight middle-aged man, saying that he was Kapin, the mastermind behind the kidnapping.
Behind the utterly panicked guests, Lu Ze spotted a familiar figure.

Ms. M wore a white robe that accentuated her full and beautiful figure. With a gentle and beautiful smile, she surveyed the feast of joy and sorrow with her golden eyes.

She shifted her gaze to Lu Ze, whose figure appeared so solid in the illusory illusion.

"Lu Ze, did you see that?"

After a long silence, Ms. M finally spoke. Her voice was as gentle and lingering as before, full of love, like a mother's soft murmur to her infant child, yet also filled with a strong allure.

"Greed, tyranny, cruelty, fresh and bloody humanity—this is the inherent depravity of humankind. Look at them, how depraved, how vibrant such souls should be the Lord's feast."

Lu Ze's body swayed, and madness and anger gradually filled his handsome face.

He could no longer tell whether it was Ms. M speaking or himself. He only heard a rumbling sound in his ears, echoing deep in his mind and resonating with his soul.

"Lu Ze, why don't you offer roses to the Lord?"

Ms. M asked gently.

So, under everyone's horrified gaze, Lu Ze spoke softly.

"Praise the Lord, and offer roses for His glory."

"boom!"

The servant closest to him exploded, leaving him no time to react before he was instantly reduced to a mass of crimson flesh. The flesh lay sprawled on the golden marble floor, vivid and striking, like a crimson rose in full bloom.

Lu Ze slowly raised his head, his azure eyes now turning crimson.

He tapped his chest four times, forming an inverted cross shape.

"The Lord's will will descend upon the earth, and the great voice that comes down from the throne that reaches to heaven will be conveyed to me in all the four corners of the earth."

"boom!"

"boom!"

Many more people were turned into flesh and blood, without even having time to let out a scream.

“The unrighteous will remain unrighteous, and the defiled will remain defiled. Until that day comes, when sulfur and fire will come down from heaven and destroy everything.”

A blood-red feast replaced the original joy in the hall and became the dominant theme here.

Lu Ze loudly sang ancient poems, as if he were crying and laughing at the same time, his expression like that of a madman.

　Two of the three prototypes for the protagonist come from Tanya Degurechaff in *The Saga of Tanya the Evil*. Because she did not believe in gods, she was both blessed and cursed by them. Whenever she used the powers granted by the gods, she would unconsciously utter prayers and praise them.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)