Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 640 Letting lambs roam free? Anyone can do that!

Chapter 640 Letting lambs roam free? Anyone can do that!

In a pale world.

"Praise be to God!"

The extraordinary members of the Aurora Society, their faces contorted with fanaticism and chanting hymns to the true Creator, launched a fearless attack on the Red Gloves.

Among them, the lowest rank is the "Listener," possessing eerie abilities bestowed upon them by the true Creator. Others are higher-ranking "Hermits," lurking in the shadows, waiting for their chance; or "Rose Bishops," utterly indifferent to bullets, relentlessly hurling flesh bombs at the Red Gloves.

"Don't let them get out!"

The Red Gloves maintained the encirclement, but due to their frenzied attacks, the battle line was pushed back again and again.

"Damn it... Captain, please allow me to pull them into my dream!"

Feeling the pressure ahead, one of the men in red gloves gritted his teeth and said fiercely.

"No!"

Soster coldly refused, "Do you want to lose control and die?"

The dreams of these cult members are imbued with madness and depravity, and may even retain the aura of a true creator; casual contact could easily lead to mental instability. This is not good news for a large portion of their members who follow the "Sleepless" pathway.

"We can't just watch them break through the defenses and interfere with His Excellency the Deacon, can we?"

The red-gloved player said defiantly, "I'm willing to take some risks for victory!"

Don't worry.

Soster reassured him in a deep voice, patting his shoulder, "Your Excellency had already made the arrangements before the operation."

He raised his voice and gave the order to all members: "First group, retreat! Second group, prepare!"

"yes!"

The second group, who had been waiting in the rear, immediately got up and caught up. Their attire was somewhat peculiar; none of them carried weapons, but instead held something in their hands. Furthermore, they wore thick earplugs decorated with strange patterns.

The first group, along with Soster, quickly retreated to a safe distance, leaving enough space for the second group.

Then, they began to move.

Faced with the surging, fearless Aurora Society members, their movements were surprisingly synchronized. They raised what they were holding above their shoulders—a pitch-black talisman with skull-like patterns on it.

Immediately afterwards, everyone shouted out a single word in Hermes: "Scream!"

"Swish, swish!"

A dozen or so spiritually potent talismans were thrown into the fanatics and immediately went off.

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It was a shock to the soul and spirit, a piercing scream! The sound waves seemed to take on a tangible form, spreading and echoing throughout the space. Even those further away, like Soster, were affected by the scream, feeling a sharp pain in their eardrums.

So what about the Aurora Society members who were at the epicenter of the explosion?

"Ahhhhh!"

As beings with specialized hearing and extremely sensitive senses, the damage they suffer is magnified many times over. From the "Listeners" to the "Rose Bishops," they are all howling in pain, either collapsing to the ground or emerging from the shadows, clutching their heads and struggling incessantly.

"efficient!"

Soster's eyes lit up. "Lord Ishmael truly understands the weaknesses of those with the 'Mystic' pathway who are extraordinary!"

According to Deacon Ishmael's guidance, the weaknesses of the "Mystic" path include heightened hearing and extreme mental instability.

A strong body may be able to resist physical damage, but a shriek aimed at the soul can cause great harm to their soul!

"Third group, third group!"

He quickly continued to issue orders.

The third group immediately took their positions; they were there to finish things off. Taking advantage of the believers' suffering and inability to defend themselves, they unleashed their most powerful weaponry. This included high-powered enchanted bullets fired from high-pressure steam rifles, and powerful flames created through the "Hunter" pathway... Any Aurora Society members who regained consciousness and resisted were immediately subdued.

In this way, the Red Gloves, targeting weaknesses, used highly efficient methods to completely wipe out the remnants of the Aurora Society.

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield and leave this area."

Soster addressed the crowd, saying, "This is what Lord Ishmael requested."

In the distance, the battle between the two demigods continued. According to Deacon Ishmael, if the Red Gloves were present, he would have to consider their presence and wouldn't be able to fight the Aurora Order's saint with his full strength. Therefore, to avoid causing him trouble, Soster immediately told everyone to leave after the battle, leaving only the two demigods in this pale, otherworldly realm.

"Finally gone..."

Luze glanced into the distance, and finally relaxed after seeing the last Red Gloves member disappear on the edge of the world. He casually stuffed the disguised metal pocket watch into his pocket and straightened up.

After getting rid of them, I could finally start taking action without any worries.

Before him, vast swaths of thick, vibrant flesh had sprouted. Within that flesh, a twisted black shadow was rising, swaying precariously. It had only a pitch-black outline, its eyes a vivid crimson.

That was a soul that "Shadow Saint" Kesma had tended.

It comes from the "Forsaken Lands" and its true form is a powerful vampire, corresponding to the "Witch King" of the lunar pathway!

"Oh..."

Kesma stood amidst a mass of flesh and blood, clad in imposing black armor, alongside the twisted figure, his cold laughter echoing softly.

Without a doubt, the balance of power on the battlefield began to tilt in his favor.

Having fought this far, he had discovered that his opponent was also a demigod. A demigod against a demigod could be a close battle. But now, including the "Witch King" Lamb he had released, he had two demigods on his side!

Two against one, how could they possibly lose?

"puff!"

The twisted and swaying "Witch King" then gouged out his own eyes with his bare hands.

That eye shimmered with a clear, crimson light, illuminating the entire pale world in an instant. The bright red pupil reflected Lu Ze's figure; he wore a red shirt and a black suit, his expression indifferent.

"Bang!"

The "Witch King" gripped his own eyeballs tightly, causing the crimson moon to be completely swallowed by darkness.

A deep darkness immediately appeared around Lu Ze, and the darkness seemed to solidify, locking his figure firmly in place.

He can't move!

At the same moment, "The Dark Saint" Kesma raised the Blade of Spirit and Flesh in his hand, the pitch-black greatsword reflecting no light. He charged forward, intending to bring the greatsword down on Luze's head and cleave him in two!

Lu Ze looked at him calmly.

"brush!"

The shadow beneath him suddenly expanded until it resembled a vast plaza. Within that shadow, something enormous was rising, like a colossal ship.

I'm just a lamb released into the wild; do you think I don't have any?

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