Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 721 A Sigh

"We will always be bathed in the goddess's loving-kindness, thus the lost traveler finds refuge, and the weary soul finds slumber."

Lu Ze recited it in a deep and beautiful rhythm.

Opposite him, the believers wore expressions of piety, as if their souls had been cleansed. Many were even in tears. Around the prayer hall, the church clergy were also immersed in prayer, their faces showing a dazed expression.

Ok?

Lu Ze's gaze swept across the believers, and he suddenly spotted a familiar face.

Hugh Deercha?

By the way, she's a follower of the goddess of night... she seems a bit lost...

Lu Ze finished reading the last paragraph of this chapter, then tapped his chest four times, drawing the trajectory of a red moon, and whispered, "Praise be to the goddess, your only refuge is peace."

As if summoned, everyone followed his words, drawing a red moon on their chests and chanting in unison, "The only refuge is peace!"

"The only true refuge is peace!"

"The only true refuge is peace!"

"Smack."

In the extremely quiet atmosphere, Lu Ze closed the holy book with one hand and turned to walk down the altar without saying a word.

People looked at him with awe.

After that, the Mass proceeded to the next stage. However, all the believers still seemed somewhat dazed, as if they were unable to detach themselves from the atmosphere they had just experienced.

"Thank you so much, Your Excellency Ishmael!"

As Luzer descended from the altar and went to the back of the prayer hall, Bishop Électra immediately approached him, excitedly saying, "This sermon should have been presided over by His Excellency St. Anthony; no one else could have achieved the same effect. I was worried that the believers would be disappointed... but thankfully, you were here!"

The Mass is a very important ceremony in the Church, and if something goes wrong, the consequences can be very serious.

"No need to thank me. Since I am now the temporary head of the parish, it is only right that I do this."

Lu Ze answered calmly.

Just yesterday, a telegram arrived from the church, officially appointing Luze as the interim head of the Diocese of Backlund. As for Archbishop St. Anthony, the telegram only stated that he had been urgently transferred due to a special mission.

"Your sermons were truly wonderful."

Bishop Elektra exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "The recitation was so moving that even I felt as if my soul was being cleansed."

Do you think they learned these prayer techniques from somewhere?

Yes, it comes from prayers to the true Creator.

A dark sense of humor welled up in Lu Ze's heart.

During the period when he was driven to madness, he recited the holy scriptures of that evil god every day, and had long since practiced the techniques of preaching countless times until they became instinctive. Today, preaching in front of everyone, he was as relaxed as breathing, while at the same time directly touching the spiritual depths of each person.

"Then you may continue with the follow-up procedures of the Grand Mass."

He casually uttered a sentence and walked towards the lounge at the end of the corridor.

"Your Excellency Ishmael, please wait a moment, Your Excellency Ishmael!" But he hadn't taken more than a few steps when an urgent voice sounded behind him, "You still have much work to finish, you can't rest yet!"

"6

.....oh."

Lu Ze was forced to stop.

Turning around, he saw many clergy members following closely behind him, holding various documents. As soon as they saw that he had some free time, they rushed over to him.

"This is this month's budget list. Please approve and sign it!"

"The Count of the Urals invites you to baptize his grandson, a prominent believer in the Church..."

"Protests have come from the Steam Church, accusing us of poaching their believers and expanding our parish without authorization..."

"There's a new and extraordinary case here..."

Hearing their words, Lu Ze's lips twitched slightly.

Does the archbishop have so many things to manage?

For a moment, he even envied Klein, who could lie at home every day and be a rich man without having to worry about anything.

Meanwhile, deep in the Sunya Sea, on a remote island that is sparsely populated and deviates from normal shipping routes.

A crimson mist, tinged with moonlight, blanketed the island like a mysterious curtain, silently shrouding the dark forests and undulating mountains. Within the mist, numerous strange and extraordinary creatures either lay dormant or roared in the moonlight.

Entering the eerie forest covered in black scales, passing through the territories of one dangerous and extraordinary creature after another, finally, deep within the forest, a ruin appeared.

The ruins are of unknown age and appear severely weathered, mostly collapsed, and covered with weeds and vines. However, judging from the remaining spires and standing stone pillars, it may have originally been a church area.

In the burial ground beneath the church.

"How is that possible..."

Klein's face showed fear as he stared wide-eyed at the strange painting on the floor:

The painting was dark in tone, with indistinct, shadowy figures in the background, and a long table as the main subject. Lying on the table was a figure carrying a radiant cross, surrounded by three people shrouded in shadow.

One was handsome and energetic, another was dignified and heroic, and the third had a white beard and appeared very intelligent, but all three pairs of eyes exuded an indescribable sinister feeling, as did their behavior.

They were seen devouring the body of the radiant figure!

Seemingly sensing that someone was spying on them, their gazes simultaneously turned upwards, as if watching over every living being who saw the painting.

"This, this is..."

Klein's spiritual instincts and his talent as a "diviner" allowed him to quickly understand the content of the image.

The figure being devoured was the creator of Silver City, the ancient sun god!

The four figures that devoured Him were very likely the three oldest of the Seven Gods, and the terrifying truth of the evil true creator exploded in his mind. Klein stood there, his face extremely ugly.

"Huff, huff..."

Beside him, Alger, the Hanged Man, was trembling and breathing heavily, holding a lantern.

Tonight, they had come to the island together to explore this primitive island and obtain precious and extraordinary materials. Unexpectedly, they found such terrifying ancient paintings among the island's ancient ruins.

"I should have invited [Temperance] as well..."

A thought suddenly popped into Alger's mind.

Yes, the danger here is beyond my imagination. That crazy guy has some kind of magnetism; the dangers will definitely target him, sparing me from harm.

"well...

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Just as the kind-hearted Hanged Man was thinking these things, he suddenly heard a sigh.

A long, drawn-out sigh, filled with the vicissitudes of life.

Oops!

Alger was jolted awake. Immediately afterward, Klein, the World, grabbed his arm and activated "Travel," carrying him away from the island at lightning speed!

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