Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1058 Louis d'Orleans
Sherlock is like the god of thunder.

He held a long staff in his hand, and lightning instantly covered the entire long corridor. Even the extremely long distances that his spells could not reach were instantly spread due to the chain mechanism of the lightning chain.

——All this is because of the spell anchoring effect provided by Yasen!

Even if the enemy is completely out of sight, even if they are not sensed or visually locked, they can still hit the enemy 100% of the time!

"Spell Anchoring" is such an unreasonable "must-hit" benefit.

In principle, it doesn't guarantee that the spell will hit. It just makes the spell seem alive and can find its way automatically. When using Fireball in the spell anchoring state, the Fireball will have a weak guide and turn like a missile to fly towards the enemy - but even so, it can be shaken off by detonating it in advance or maneuvering at high speed, after all, it does not increase the trajectory speed.

But lightning spells are different.

As long as you lock it, you will definitely win!
Even a transcendent being at the fifth or sixth energy level cannot avoid lightning!

It was more like a whip than a chain. Lightning continued to gather from Sherlock's staff, and arcs of electricity crackled and jumped on everyone's body - every time someone fell, the arc immediately jumped to the next person.

Sherlock actually had no idea about the effect of "Spell Anchoring", a unique spell of the fourth level of the Path of Beauty - not even Arsene himself knew.

But he deduced the effect of this state with just his wisdom, and instantly thought of the most correct way to use it!

——This first chain lightning almost cleared the field.

Nearly half of those blood servants were mortals, and some had the energy level of the path of love or the path of dedication. But the highest level among them did not reach the fourth energy level and was instantly destroyed by Sherlock's spell.

However, those Moon Children with "particularly thick blood" cannot be killed by electrocution in a short time... the lightning will gather on their bodies and jump repeatedly.

It tears at flesh and blood like a drill, emitting a burnt smell.

Electric light was still dancing on the charred corpses and gray stone statues.

If Sherlock's character was the same as it was a few years ago, he would never kill anyone. Regardless of whether the other person was good or evil, he would always spare their lives. On the contrary, Edward was ruthless enough. When he read minds, searched souls, and destroyed other people's thoughts and souls, he would never show any mercy.

Because in Avalon, murder is a felony - even a minister can be prosecuted and imprisoned for "murder". No matter who the person killed is or what crime he has committed, he must be tried and convicted by the Law Court or the Arbitration Hall.

Regardless of whether this was due to the failure of the political struggle, at least the fact that it was announced as a "reason" proved that Avalon attached great importance to the law.

At least for Xingti and Iris, this kind of thing is not important at all. No one would be surprised that "the nobles would actually kill people". It would be more surprising if someone came out to prove that they didn't have a single life on their hands.

Rather than being a rule-abiding person, Sherlock is more likely to be afraid of trouble.

But on the one hand, he was careful not to leave any weaknesses that could be exploited; on the other hand, he was always unscrupulous during the investigation and was not afraid of danger at all.

This is undoubtedly contradictory and conflicting. It is precisely because of this conflict that Sherlock is always in a state of internal friction.

But now, Sherlock has grown up.

——With the ascension of Isabel to the throne and the inauguration of Aiwass as Pope, he gradually became less cautious.

But follow your inner impulse.

He had long wanted to take action against these Moon Children.

These blood slaves - they can't be considered human beings at all.

Once they are branded by the Moon Child's Enchanted Kiss, it is almost impossible for them to escape from control by their own will. They cannot have any negative or harmful thoughts towards their master... and if they are not sucked blood for a long time, they will feel unbearable loneliness and emptiness; once their blood is sucked, they will feel extremely satisfied.

As they suck blood again and again, they will be controlled more and more deeply. For them, sucking blood is no longer a punishment or an exploitation, but a reward - in order to be sucked blood, they can even do anything without scruples. Even if the enchanted kiss itself can be dispelled as a curse, the heart that has been changed has fallen to the point of being irredeemable.

Punishing evildoers is also for the sake of justice!

But...suddenly, Sherlock paused, and the staff that was constantly discharging electricity suddenly stopped buzzing.

He realized something else.

Even if the blood slaves were heinous and the moon children were not human beings at all... there should be innocent people captured in this room. Even if they were out of his field of vision, the lightning chain would capture those people.

"Don't worry," Aiwass's voice rang out from the white mist, "If you are worried about innocent people...

"I will bring them back. Believe in my healing ability... As long as they are the ones you want to save, even if they are dead, I will find a way to bring them back to life."

The moment the crackling sound of lightning stopped, Aiwas guessed what Sherlock was thinking.

As he spoke, he continued to pace forward.

As a healer, he walked in the front among the three people and stood at the front of the cone formation.

"Don't worry about that," Aiwass' voice was calm and gentle, but full of a sense of reliability, "You two, fire at will.

"I bear all the responsibilities and I heal all the pain..."

"——In the name of our ancestors."

A calm voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Aiwass's words: "Establish this place as a quiet place."

A gust of wind carrying the smell of blood suddenly blew past.

Sherlock immediately grabbed Aiwass and stopped. Yassen was the first one to react among the three people - he closed his mouth and cautiously held the dagger at his waist.

The white mist gradually thinned and dissipated.

The scene magic was canceled, and the buffs and protections were dispelled. Even the azure rune light band on Sherlock's neck faded and disappeared - that was the effect of the activated "Foolish Chant Continuum".

In front of the three people, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous black and red dress appeared.

It was a dress very similar to the old noble style of the Helasar Empire, like the clothes Bayard wore when he pretended to be Aleister.

He has a thin face, neatly trimmed black curly hair, a straight back, his left hand behind his back, and a cane in his right hand. His delicate goatee gives him a bit of the elegance of an elder.

The middle-aged man stood in the bright candlelight, looking at the three people in the dim corridor alone.

Behind him were quiet and bright tables, chairs and candlesticks, while around Aiwass and the other two were gray stone statues and charred corpses.

The middle-aged man looked at the three people and frowned slightly. There was no emotion in his scarlet pupils.

He was neither angry nor afraid. He was just like a director examining actors, critical of their behavior with the sharpest eyes.

Aiwass said slowly: "Louis d'Orleans... Count Orleans, right?"

"it's me."

Louis shifted his gaze from Yassen to Aiwass and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was silent for a long time before he said calmly, “I don’t know you, stranger of the same race.

"Who is your 'father'?"

(End of this chapter)