Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 269 Raid on the Aurora Society's Stronghold

"Mr. Anderson, how can I help you?"

Charles asked with apparent enthusiasm, but a wary glint appeared in his eyes. In his view, the other party was a dangerous extraordinary being with many peculiar abilities. He needed to both utilize such a being and be wary of the trouble they might bring.

Lu Ze seemed to think about it for a moment.

"Let me think about it. How about this, first change your attitude towards me."

He just listened to what he said.

Charles's smile froze.

"what did you say?"

He did not understand what Lu Ze meant.

But Lu Ze was too lazy to explain. Behind him, M's figure quietly appeared, his eyes fixed on Charles, emitting a breathtakingly beautiful light. Charles stared blankly at the golden light, his eyes quickly turning the same color.

He was hypnotized.

This gang leader is cunning and disobedient. Considering Lu Ze's future actions, it's best to keep him under control directly.

"Provide me with a house in the East District, a secluded place where no one else knows about it."

Lu Ze said to him.

"Yes"

Under hypnosis, Charles obediently spoke, then turned and walked to the wall behind the office. He pushed aside the frame of an oil painting, revealing a safe behind it, opened it, and took out a key.

"Where is this key from?"

Lu Ze took the key and asked.

"I prepared this safe house myself and didn't tell anyone."

Charles replied and then gave his address.

"Then I will accept it with gratitude."

Lu Ze put the key away and then said to him, "That's all for today. I have other things to discuss with you later."

He planned to use this gang to establish his own herd. After all, gangs have many members and are organized. Moreover, he could use them to conceal himself and keep all his actions hidden from them.

Of course, like Charles, he didn't expect these scoundrels to be very obedient to him. So he planned to hypnotize and control them as well; only in this way could he be completely at ease.

"I think I'm gradually beginning to understand how terrifying the audience can be when they experience extraordinary things."

With that thought in mind, Lu Ze quietly left the Lehman Brothers headquarters.

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In Queens, in a house that is not particularly noticeable in this area.

The dark basement resembled a temple, with stone pillars supporting the dome and candles burning on the altar. Behind the altar stood a statue of an upside-down giant, its sinister appearance amplified by the dim candlelight.

A strange group of people, dressed in black robes, gathered in the temple and spoke in hushed tones.

"Mr. A hasn't returned yet."

Someone said, "It's been a whole day; the battle should be over by now."

"News has spread from within the Storm Church that the 'Singer of God' suddenly left the church yesterday and flew to the East District, but returned empty-handed."

Someone else added, "It seems Mr. A may have already failed."

"He has returned to the Lord's embrace; he is blessed, and the Lord will watch over him."

Another person said.

"Thank God."

So everyone chanted in unison and bowed down to the statue.

“Mr. A has returned to the Lord’s embrace, and Lord ‘The Dark Saint’ has also left Backlund. We lack someone to take charge.” The first person to speak raised another topic, “I propose that we report to the Sanctuary as soon as possible and ask them to appoint a new divine messenger to replace Mr. A.” “Everything is at the Lord’s disposal.”

The others were also talking.

"hehe."

Just then, a cold laugh filled with murderous intent suddenly echoed through the quiet palace.

Everyone abruptly looked up, gazing at the front of the temple. As core members of the Backlund Aurora Society, they were at least Sequence 8 Listeners, possessing naturally extremely high sensitivity to sound.

who is it?

How dare they trespass into a sacred place and make such noises?

All eyes turned towards the direction of the sound. Before the statue, behind the altar, a figure was quietly emerging. It was a young man in a red robe, with an ordinary, unremarkable face.

He looked at the crowd below, his face contorted with madness, and held a round object in his arms.

"That is."

Upon seeing what the round object was, the Aurora Club members' eyes immediately turned to horror.

That's clearly Mr. A's head!
Mr. A is still alive, his eyes are moving around, but his mouth is gagged, and he is staring at them!

"Look, you're not even dead yet, and your subordinates are already planning for the next divine messenger."

Lu Ze said to Mr. A in his hand.

"run!"

Below the temple, the Aurora Society members immediately scattered and fled outside. They knew very well that since their opponent had been able to defeat Mr. A and only leave his head to play with, they were no match for him!
"brush!"

Those who had reached the level of Hermit or above immediately transformed their bodies into shadows and disappeared into the darkness of the temple, while the Listeners were much more pitiful, and could only escape with their physical bodies, causing chaos in the scene.

Of course, there were also some guys who had completely lost their minds and didn't dodge at all, but instead rushed straight at Lu Ze.

Looking at this group of lunatics, Luze opened his mouth and calmly uttered a Hermesian phrase:
"die."

boom!
Thick, foul sounds, filled with curses, echoed through the dark temple, reaching everyone's ears.

The listeners reacted most strongly. Some clutched their throats, snapping their necks with a sharp crack; others clutched their chests, collapsing slowly in agony from cardiac arrest, never to rise again.

Those above the hermit level, though not dying suddenly, were not much better off. Most of them covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain, blood oozing from every orifice on their faces!

"Look at you Aurora Society members, you're really weak."

Lu Ze said to Mr. A.

"boom!"

Crimson flames formed from his palm, compressed and condensed into a blazing fireball that shot out, igniting the agonizing cultists below.

The firelight illuminated the once-dark temple, casting long shadows of the statues. It watched indifferently as its followers were bathed in flames, screaming, running, and rolling, unable to escape, until they collapsed and were completely burned to a crisp.

By this time, only two Rose Bishops at Sequence 6 remained alive in the temple.

"Thank God!"

Seeing no way to escape, a fanaticism surged across their faces. They stopped running and charged straight at Lu Ze. Their bodies swelled up as they ran, as if suddenly filled with a large amount of gas. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they seemed to have fallen into madness.

They were going to self-destruct, to perish together with Lu Ze!

"Self-destruction is prohibited here."

However, before they could reach Luze, they saw him point forward with his hand, which was gloved with black iron, and issue an order that could not be disobeyed.

Their bodies immediately shrank, as if the fullness of gas had dissipated.

The next second, they were cut in half at the waist by a greatsword burning with blue flames.

(End of this chapter)