章 214: Chapter 214: The Terrifying Shepherd
Chapter 214: The Terrifying Shepherd
Late at night, under the crimson moon.
A small black cat was curiously looking towards the sewer below.
The battle happening there was too interesting. Even from a distance, it could sense the aura of resentment and terror from one of the figures.
However, that power was still being suppressed and had not fully erupted. Otherwise, the cat would have fled to a farther place.
Meanwhile, several hundred meters away from the sewer, Mr. A, who was riding the wild wind, was stopped by someone.
It was a figure clad in armor, holding a large sword, with a blurred face.
Just moments ago, as he passed by, this person suddenly appeared from the void and slashed at him.
The slash tore a gash on his back. Fortunately, he had the ability to control his flesh, stopping the bleeding in time to avoid serious injury.
His eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, staring at the person in front of him, who was clearly not revealing their true identity.
This person must know him; otherwise, they wouldn't have appeared out of nowhere and attacked him.
"Who exactly are you?" Mr. A asked in a deep voice while continuously using the extraordinary abilities of the Rose Bishop to heal his recent injuries.
"You can call me Mr. B."
The voice was dry and hoarse, clearly disguised.
"..."
The frivolous tone of the other party added to Mr. A's anger. This person obviously knew he was Mr. A of the Aurora Society; otherwise, they wouldn't have made up a Mr. B.
But he calmed down, trying to buy some time to recover more of his strength.
"Heh, I've met Mr. B. You are not him."
"Is that so? Then I am Mr. C."
"There is only a Ms. C, not a Mr. C."
"Then I am Mr. A."
Mr. A did not speak, only finding it strange. Who exactly was this person, and did they have a grudge against the Aurora Society?
Judging by their tone, they had some understanding of the Aurora Society, but it was limited. For example, the person codenamed C was indeed called Mr. C, but she was a lady.
This was something many non-Aurora Society members couldn't understand, but there was no rule against ladies being called Mr.
So, Aurora Society members could usually identify each other by asking this one question.
"If you want to become Mr. A, it's not impossible. As long as you are willing to join us, believe me, it's the best choice for you."
Mr. A said slowly, then his eyes lit up, using the extraordinary ability of Sequence 7 Nightmare to mentally shock the opponent for a moment. At the same time, he used the wind as an aid, his figure burst forward, countless spider silk wrapped in cold currents, sweeping in from all directions.
The sudden attack, combining Nightmare, Wind Follower, and the disease ability from the Witch, was a perfect coordination of multiple extraordinary abilities.
Mr. A thought he could take down the opponent in one move, but the opponent seemed prepared, drifting back, slashing the spider silk with the large sword.
The figure turned into a small alley and suddenly disappeared.
Mr. A was stunned. Did the opponent just leave like that?
Weren't they here to stop him?
Mr. A opened his spiritual vision and scanned carefully, but found no trace of the opponent.
Not seeing the opponent made him even more vigilant. After waiting for a while, the figure did not reappear.
Maintaining limited vigilance, Mr. A quickly headed towards Lanevus's location.
He could already sense the presence of the Lord. Although Lanevus had been suppressing that power, such an aura would definitely attract the attention of other extraordinary beings. He had to take Lanevus away immediately!
After advancing less than fifty meters, Mr. A's speeding figure suddenly stopped, dodging to the right.
Ahead, a large sword, carrying the light of dawn, slashed down from the sky!
If he hadn't sensed the danger and stopped, he would have been cut in half by this sword!
Just as Mr. A was about to counterattack, the person quickly turned into the alley again, disappearing without a trace.
"Invisibility of the Witch?"
Mr. A was uncertain. He had dealt with those witches more than once, even personally hunting one and shepherding her, gaining the extraordinary ability to spread diseases.
The invisibility of the witches couldn't achieve this, let alone deceive his spiritual vision.
Moreover, the mysterious person was clearly a man, using the extraordinary ability of Sequence 6 Dawn Knight from the warrior pathway.
"A magical item that can hide one's presence?"
Mr. A speculated, feeling heavy-hearted. Such a situation made the opponent a top-tier assassin.
Elusive and hard to catch.
To prevent being ambushed again, Mr. A spread spider silk around, ensuring he could detect anyone approaching, while also enhancing his danger sense from the demon.
With double protection, Mr. A continued towards Lanevus's location.
Halfway there, his spirituality began to warn him. He stopped but still couldn't see the mysterious figure.
This made Mr. A very annoyed. The opponent's strength should be inferior to his, but he couldn't find their trace.
It made him feel powerful yet unable to find a target to vent his strength.
He wanted to patiently find the opponent, but the aura from Lanevus was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, indicating extreme danger. Lanevus could release the Lord's power at any moment.
Once it erupted, it couldn't be suppressed again. Now was not the time for the Lord to be born; more negative emotions needed to be absorbed.
"Damn it!"
Mr. A no longer cared about the opponent, fully activating the extraordinary ability of the Wind Follower to rush forward.
Along the way, his demon danger sense kept warning him, indicating the opponent was following him.
At a corner, a dazzling light exploded ahead. Mr. A instinctively formed an ice shield with cold currents in front of him.
"Not good!"
Mr. A was suddenly shocked, quickly shifting his heart slightly to the left.
A large sword, carrying the light of dawn, pierced through his back, almost stabbing his heart!
Fortunately, he had moved his heart in advance, avoiding a severe injury.
Coughing blood, he turned to the figure holding the large sword, spitting out a small piece of internal organ.
Blood and flesh sprayed out, carrying diseases.
The figure hurriedly left without looking back. Mr. A took a deep breath, covering the pierced wound with his right hand. The flesh wriggled, gradually covering the wound.
If it weren't for the sun-like anti-magic power in the sword, this wound wouldn't be much to him.
The flesh regeneration ability of the Rose Bishop could even regrow a severed arm, though it took some time.
"No time to waste."
Mr. A stopped the bleeding and accelerated towards Lanevus's location.
...
"Cough, cough, Mr. A is really troublesome."
In the room, Hastur's spirit had returned to his body. Although the last sword caused significant damage to Mr. A, he was also affected by Mr. A's disease-infused flesh.
Even after his spirit returned to his body, he was still somewhat infected.
With his barbarian physique, he estimated he would recover by tomorrow after a night's sleep.
This was a price he could bear.
Tonight's battle showed him the terror of Mr. A's Shepherd sequence.
In just three brief encounters, Mr. A used the extraordinary abilities of Wind, Disease, Demon, Nightmare, and his own sequence.
This was probably not all of Mr. A's shepherded abilities. If he remembered correctly, the Shepherd sequence could shepherd up to seven souls, with more abilities as the sequence advanced.
He also had a Creeping Hunger but each use required devouring a soul. Without a suitable target, he wouldn't use it.
"The Shepherd is indeed the strongest sequence below demigods."
Hastur sighed, coughing heavily, looking towards the sewer in the distance.
He estimated that with Klein and the others' strength, it would be difficult to kill Lanevus, who had the true divinity of the Creator, unless they had other plans.
Normally, they would report to the Red Gloves team before taking action.
He had already delayed Mr. A for a considerable time. If they couldn't finish the battle, this revenge from Tingen would end in failure.
Hastur waited by the window until aisala returned, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Without needing a gesture, aisala jumped into his arms from the windowsill, meowing non-stop, as if sharing its experiences of the night.
Hastur listened silently. After aisala finished its meowing, he took it for a bath.
"Meow?"
aisala struggled in dissatisfaction, not liking baths.
"Are you saying you didn't pick up any strange smells tonight, so you don't need a bath?"
"Meow."
"Don't you sweat from running around? If you sweat, you need a bath."
"Meow..."
aisala drooped its head, handed over to the maid for cleaning, while Hastur also took a hot bath to dispel the cold in his body.
After the bath, Hastur closed the window tightly, hung the paper crane given by Will in front of the window to prevent Mr. A from visiting at night.
After doing all this, he lay on the bed, wrapped himself in a thick quilt, and fell asleep.
(End of this chapter)
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