Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 256 I am actually a chosen one of the Lord

Backlund, somewhere.

A classic-style quill pen is being held in someone's hand, and although it's not dipped in ink, it's writing words smoothly in a notebook. The paragraphs already written look like this:

"By some unknown coincidence, Kamah Lisbon, a mid-level member of the Psychological Alchemy Society stationed in Backlund, happened to encounter Mr. A of the Aurora Society and 'Desperate Nightingale' Panatia. Under their friendly questioning, he quickly explained what his organization had been busy with recently."

"It turns out that an extraordinary individual, whose mind had been eroded by the true creator and had suffered a mental breakdown, was willing to pay a certain fee to ask them to heal him."

"The two immediately realized that this extraordinary individual was very likely the person they were looking for."

"Unfortunately, Kamah didn't know the exact address of the other party, only that the other party lived in the East District. Mr. A, eager for revenge, attacked many coachmen, turned them into flesh puppets, and scattered them on various streets in the East District to search for the other party's whereabouts."

"Given that Mr. A has arranged many drivers, it is quite reasonable for the target to encounter him."

Having finished writing, Ince Zangwill, his features deep-set like a sculpture, and blind in one eye, slowly put down the quill. However, before he could make any other move, the quill suddenly sprang back to life, continuing the writing from where it left off:

"How foolish Ince Zangwell was! He was blinded by the witch's beauty and did things that brought him no benefit whatsoever. He was completely unaware that his actions were bringing him one step closer to death."

"Kafka Anderson harbors many strange secrets that Ince Zangwell will never know."

After writing these words, the quill pen slowly stopped and floated to the side.

Ince Zangwell stared intently at the words, his body frozen like a statue, motionless for a long time.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

East District, streets covered in black snow.

A horse-drawn carriage that had crashed into a streetlamp was burning fiercely, emitting a light much brighter than the streetlamp itself in the dim afternoon.

"The Lord is merciful. He makes his sun rise on the good and the evil, he sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous, he sends snow on the believers and the blasphemers."

Mr. A stretched out his palm and caught the coal-black snowflakes, letting them melt into a puddle of dirty water in his hand. He chanted scriptures in a song-like voice, but his handsome eyes remained fixed on Lu Ze, his malice and hatred undisguised.

"The Lord is merciful and generous, but as His servant, I am far too petty." His voice was icy with murderous intent. "Tell me, who are you? Why is it that you, who clearly have the Lord's grace and have become a servant to shepherd the Lord's lambs, have turned away from the Lord and even murdered His offspring?"

Lu Ze's head throbbed with pain, and he stood up again with his sister's help.

He stared at the other person coldly.

The handsome man in the black robe before him seemed familiar. The shepherd's instincts kicked in, telling him that the man before him was not a lamb, but a servant tending the lambs for his master.

—Without a doubt, Mr. A from the Aurora Club.

Although he wasn't sure how Mr. A had contacted him, he was certain that the other man probably wasn't there to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Cecilia, stay away."

He told his sister that it was too dangerous for her, a Sequence 8, to get involved in a battle between two Sequence 5s.

The latter obediently left, turning and disappearing into the shadows of the street, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Mr. A, watching the interaction between him and his sister, inexplicably felt a mocking smile creep onto his face, and said:

"you"

"Boom!" He had barely finished speaking when a crimson fireball exploded right in front of him. Flames surged like a tidal wave, obscuring Mr. A's vision, and at the center, Lu Ze's figure leaped out.

"Arson" plus "Flame Jumping"!
The illusory sound of the ocean waves nurtured the lamb's soul within him, allowing him to herd multiple lambs simultaneously and utilize various extraordinary abilities. Before Mr. A's mocking expression could fully materialize, Lu Ze had already appeared before him.

"call--"

The instant he landed, his body instantly grew taller, ram's horns sprouted from his head, and bat wings grew from his back, completing his "demonic transformation." Almost simultaneously, a lava longsword burning with dark blue flames appeared and thrust towards Mr. A.

"Magma Longsword!"
"puff!"

His surprise attack was a great success. There was only slight resistance at the end of the greatsword before it pierced through Mr. A's chest smoothly. His body looked rather small compared to Lu Ze's massive size, but Lu Ze dared not be careless. As a fellow shepherd, he knew best how strong the vitality of his sequence was. He immediately drew his magma longsword and continued to slash at Mr. A's head.

"Clap!"

Mr. A's head was easily chopped off, his eyes wide open, his face full of resentment, and it fell onto the dirty snow.

So simple?
Lu Ze thought to himself in disbelief.

wrong.

Black snowflakes fell onto the lava sword and were hissed and burned into water vapor, but Lu Ze suddenly had a sense of unreality, as if everything around him was wrapped in a transparent curtain.

It's a dream!

Mr. A herded a nightmare!
"Go to hell!"

Luze raised his head and shouted, uttering a filthy and distorted terrible sound in ancient Hermetic.

"Click——"

A sound like shattering glass came from all around, shattering the dream. He opened his eyes abruptly and found himself standing in the same spot, with Mr. A's body not in front of him. Instead, Mr. A was standing far away from him, the darkness in his eyes just fading.

"you"

Mr. A's handsome face contorted with surprise.

"You can actually control multiple souls at the same time?!"

he shouted.

A normal shepherd can only herd one soul at a time. If he wants to use other abilities, he needs to switch. No wonder he seemed so surprised; perhaps, seeing Luze simultaneously controlling multiple souls, he mistakenly thought Luze was of a higher order, which is why he fled so far.

"Yes, I am special because I am a favorite of the true Creator, and He trusts me very much."

Lu Ze replied with a cold laugh, "You can't lay a hand on me."

"You're talking nonsense!"

"Of course I'm not making this up. The reason I killed Lanluus was actually arranged by the true Creator. He felt it was too blasphemous to let a man give birth to his child, so He sent me, His chosen one, to do it. But I accidentally killed His child as well."

Intense pain tormented Lu Ze's mind. He laughed fiercely, joking about the other's faith, "He has no objections, so why are you in such a hurry?"

So, opposite him, Mr. A's face appeared even more angry and distorted.

(End of this chapter)