Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 270 Mr. Herding
"Clap."

The two Rose Bishops were cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground.

After unleashing his sword, Lu Ze didn't stop his attack. He knew the Rose Bishops' vitality well and understood that such damage wouldn't kill them. So he looked down at the chunks of flesh, a glint of cunning in his eyes.

"Mental piercing!"
"what!"

The two Rose Bishops, now only half-bodied, let out painful howls, unable to continue. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Luze stepped forward and pierced them with his magma sword, impaling them together.

"Chichi-"

The scorching lava seared their bodies, easily destroying much of their flesh and blood. Their screams lasted only a short time before their spirits were extinguished, and they died completely. Only their mangled bodies remained, hanging on the lava sword, slowly releasing their essence.

Not just the two of them, but the ground of the temple was also covered with specks of mysterious color. It was light of extraordinary properties, emanating from the corpses of the slain Aurora Society members.

The Mystic's trait manifested as semi-illusory black lips, the Listener's trait as strange, jet-black ears, the Hermit's trait as a gray-black shadow, and the Rose Bishop's trait as a piece of filthy flesh with fascia. The appearance of these traits was all eerie and disgusting.

"What a bumper harvest, isn't it?"

Lu Ze said to Mr. A with a smile.

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Mr. A's lips were sealed with a bloodstained nail, preventing him from speaking. He could only stare intently at Lu Ze with eyes full of extreme resentment and hatred.

Luze admired his expression with satisfaction, then placed his head squarely on the altar, directly facing the statue of the true creator. Next, he gathered the extraordinary characteristics and piled them similarly on the altar. Mr. A's head, surrounded by the extraordinary characteristics of his subordinates—fresh, bloody, and creating a comical yet bizarre scene—was now completely enveloped in them.

"Do you think your Lord will be satisfied with such offerings?"

Lu Ze asked with a smile.

"Woo."

Mr. A struggled violently, the nails snapping off one by one, his lips tearing. Blood streamed down his chin, his teeth turning bright red, and he cursed in this horrific state:

"I curse you! Blasphemer! The Lord will punish you, and angels will deliver His judgment in His place."

"OK OK."

Lu Ze said perfunctorily, and with a light touch on Mr. A's lips, the wound on his lips immediately healed, and even the original mouth grew back together, and from the nose down, it became a flat piece of skin.

"listen."

He grabbed Mr. A by the hair and pulled him up so that he was facing him.

"I'm just an ordinary person. After I transmigrated here, I didn't initially intend to be your enemy."

he said softly.

Mr. A, of course, did not understand what "time travel" meant. When he heard Lu Ze say this, his eyes showed not only anger but also a bit of confusion.

But Lu Ze continued talking regardless.

"I originally thought that living a low-key life with my stepsister would be fine. I could slack off at work every day, occasionally go on missions, and have the team leader to handle anything that came up. I could earn £4 a week, slowly save money, buy a house, and gradually improve our lives."

Lu Ze's voice gradually lowered, a smile playing on his lips, as if he were reminiscing about the past.

“But your Aurora Society, your so-called master, has no intention of letting me go. First Sirius, then Hynas, then Ms. M, Ince Zangwill, and you, and your bastard master who only knows how to scream—you bunch of bastards are determined to ruin my life, determined to make me sink little by little on this crazy sequence, determined to destroy Blackthorn Security, determined to kill Cecilia.”

His voice rose in anger, to the point of clenching his teeth.

"If you won't let me have a good time, then I'll kill you all."

After venting for a while, Lu Ze regained some of his composure. He chuckled softly and said gently to Mr. A:

“I will wipe you all out. First the Aurora Society, and other organizations that believe in the true Creator, then His angels, and finally Himself. After you get there, don’t forget to tell your Lord that I will be going to find Him soon.”

Having said that, Lu Ze walked towards the statue behind the altar. The dim candlelight faintly illuminated the statue, an upside-down giant with crisscrossing bloodstains on its naked body. An invisible, terrifying aura enveloped the statue; any extraordinary being who looked directly at it would immediately suffer a mental shock.

Lu Ze looked at the entire statue from top to bottom without fear.

"By the way, I've always had a question I'd like to ask you believers."

He seemed to have thought of something and suddenly spoke to Mr. A in his hand.

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Mr. A was speechless; he could only stare at Lu Ze with hatred in his eyes, listening to what Lu Ze would say next.

Lu Ze asked softly:

"Tell me, when your Lord was hanging upside down on the cross, was His penis upright or drooping down?"

Mr. A paused for a second, as if slowly trying to understand Lu Ze's words.

Then, he exploded.

"Woo! Woo!"

He couldn't speak, he just stared wide-eyed until his eyes burst open and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets—that was his madness and anger.

How dare you use such words to blaspheme the great Lord!

I'll kill you, I absolutely will!

"Wait, something's not right."

Lu Ze deliberately ignored Mr. A's strong reaction, and walked up to the statue in a pretentious manner. He looked at a certain part of the statue and said, "Oh, so He doesn't have a penis."

After saying that, he grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the statue's crotch.

"Crack!"

Mr. A's nose collided with the metal and was instantly reduced to dust.

"boom!"

His facial bones, in close contact with the statue, also cracked. The shattered bones pierced deeper into the flesh, mingling together.

"Clap!"

The head was completely flattened, the eyeballs were ruptured, and viscous flesh and bone fragments clung to the statue, with grayish-white splattering everywhere.

"boom!"

Lu Ze used all his strength and smashed it one last time, and Mr. A's head was completely stuck to the metal statue, along with his scalp and hair, becoming a sticky, dirty blob.

"call"

Lu Ze let out a long breath, took a step back, and stopped somewhat listlessly. His face and body were splattered with blood, and his eyes were indifferent.

The temple was empty except for one person who still stood in front of the statue.

He remained silent for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of the touch, before opening his palm towards Mr. A's mangled head:

"grazing!"

A howling wind suddenly arose, the air was icy cold, swirling over flesh and blood, and soon pulled out a phantom figure wearing a blood-red robe.

Mr. A's soul.

(End of this chapter)