Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 492 The Evolution of the "Lucky Wheel" (Third Update)
"Once you see me give the signal, you shall begin to act."

As Lu Ze spoke, he handed Walter a manual containing intelligence such as Bayam Navy passwords and flag signals. "Get ready. Have the sailors change into their uniforms and don't give anything away when we enter the port."

The captured soldiers on the warship have been taken into custody and will not be released until the operation is over, in order to ensure that the secrets are not leaked.

"Yes!"

Walter took the booklet and said respectfully.

Of course, despite all the preparations, I still hoped this operation wouldn't be carried out. Ideally, I'd successfully infiltrate, locate the target, and withdraw. Thinking this, Lu Ze took out a pocket watch from his robe and glanced at the time.

"Alright, there are fifteen minutes left. Go and get ready."

He said this and drove everyone out of the captain's cabin.

Just then, the fat pharmacist Darkwell suddenly stayed behind and looked at Luze.

"what happened?"

Lu Ze frowned and asked.

"Your weapon."

Darkwell handed him a silver-white revolver.

"Lucky Wheel"?
No, upon closer inspection, it doesn't quite look like it.
Upon closer inspection, this revolver was quite different from before. Beneath its silvery-white luster, countless strange and mysterious symbols were engraved, just like the ones Lu Ze had once seen on the surface of the Mercury Serpent. Not only that, the mark of the serpent with its tail had also been preserved, only moved from the grip to the shaft, allowing the thumb to touch the mark while holding the revolver.

"The congressman said he had added the extraordinary properties of Sequence 5 to the weapon, and because of the special nature of the 'Fate' pathway, it could exhibit a certain degree of power of Sequence 4. But he didn't say what the specific effects would be."

Darkwell shrugged, whether out of disbelief or incomprehension, it was unclear.

Lu Ze thought to himself.

"I see."

He waved to Darkwell, studied the revolver for a few more minutes, and after figuring out its new effects, it was almost time. So he vanished into the shadows, left the ship, and headed back to Bayam. Five minutes later, he appeared on the main street of Bayam.

The governor's mansion was not far away, with a high wall separating the inside from the outside. Two soldiers in red uniforms stood guard on either side of the iron gate. Through the iron bars of the gate, he could see the luxurious courtyard and main building inside. The person he was looking for was in a room on the second floor.

The soldiers looked ahead with imposing airs, seemingly oblivious to Luze, the offender so close at hand. He peered inside for a moment, then turned his gaze to the far end of the street. There stood a magnificent Gothic building, its edges adorned with wave-like patterns, its surface a deep blue in the sunlight.

That's right, that's the Storm Church's headquarters in Bayam, the Wave Church, where "Sea King" Yorn Courtman is located.

Lu Ze waited quietly.

The hands of the pocket watch ticked away, and the moment the second hand stopped at 12, a sudden change occurred.

Beyond the island, somewhere where the water meets the sky, a vast expanse of leaden-gray clouds seemed to rapidly gather in the sky. Then, a silver bolt of lightning flashed, so clear against the dark background. This lightning was like a prelude, quickly igniting more brilliance. Shiny branches continuously formed and disappeared, densely filling that patch of sky.

"boom"

Only then did the muffled thunder slowly begin to rumble. However, due to the great distance between the two, it would have been difficult to distinguish them had Lu Ze's hearing not been far superior to that of the average person.

He could vaguely sense a powerful and violent aura emanating from that cloud!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

On the bustling streets, many impoverished locals suddenly knelt down, their faces filled with piety as they looked towards the direction of the gathering thunderclouds. Meanwhile, in the mines and plantations unseen by Luze, countless slaves did the same. They abandoned their heavy loads, stopped their arduous labor, and simultaneously offered prayers to their gods.

"Get up! Get up!" Their behavior angered the overseers, who cursed and lashed their thin bodies with their whips. But the foremen seemed oblivious, their faces contorted with pain and fervor as they knelt down, facing the distance.

They said with their pale, chapped lips:
"Save us, great sea god, Kavituva!"

"End our suffering, lead us away from this world of torment, and to Your divine kingdom."

Lu Ze stared intently at this scene until—

"boom!"

A tremendous roar exploded over the island, like the howl of some ferocious beast. The impact reverberated through the air, and even the aftershocks caused everything on Blue Mountain Island to shake violently, with many people losing their footing and sitting on the ground.

With his dynamic vision, Lu Ze clearly saw that at the Storm Church, a high-speed object broke the sound barrier in an instant, leaving behind a series of explosions as it rushed towards the thundercloud-covered sky at an astonishing speed.

"Aquaman" Yann Courtman!
He was truly captivated by the sea god!
From this moment on, Bayam's highest combat strength becomes Sequence 4.

Watch out, Klein.

Watching Courtman's departing figure, Lu Ze thought to himself. Although his former colleague hadn't said anything, he figured that drawing "Aquaman" away must have been extremely dangerous. He wondered how Klein would manage to evade the enemy's high-speed pursuit.
To prevent his teammates' efforts from going to waste, he quickly turned around, became a shadow, bypassed the two panicked soldiers, and entered the governor's mansion.

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A dozen seconds ago, above the gray fog.

Klein held the sacred short staff made of white bone, spreading his spirituality to touch the points of light spreading from its tip.

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless layers of illusory prayers pierced his ears, and countless faces of believers appeared before his eyes—devout, fanatical, numb, distorted. The stimulation of both senses acted on his mind simultaneously, bringing him immense stimulation.

Fortunately, this was within his sphere of influence, so he quickly suppressed the scepter with the gray mist and established contact with the ocean below through these prayers.

"brush!"

A scene like a light screen unfolded before him. Klein saw the surging sea, and in the far distance, Blue Mountain Island, where Bayam was located, was faintly visible.

"Let's do it here."

He thought to himself, and raised the "Scepter of Poseidon".

"boom!"

Lead-gray clouds rapidly gathered, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

The wind howled, and its furious majesty raged across the sea. All marine life sensed the tyrant's cruelty and hid in terror, trembling and daring not to disobey.

"boom!"

"boom!"

One thunderclap after another, Klein adjusted his spiritual output, trying to make the storm appear more imposing and more likely to attract the attention of "Sea King".

Soon, Klein's efforts paid off. Through the "Scepter of Poseidon," he noticed a small black dot rapidly approaching on the horizon. Though the figure was small, the sound it emitted was incredibly loud, a series of sonic booms accompanied by howling wind.

coming!

Klein's spirits lifted, and he immediately manipulated the thundercloud, causing it to move rapidly away from Bayam.

He wants to pull "Aquaman" as far as possible!
(End of this chapter)