Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 313 The Backlund Aurora Society: Utter Annihilation
"Your Excellency, Divine Messenger."

The first believer to step forward was portly. "My day job is in the police department. Although I nominally serve the king, I always believe in the one true savior. I use my position to obtain firsthand intelligence for the organization."
"Several times before, the cult of evil gods has tried to destroy us. With the help of the information I provided, the organization thwarted their plans. Not only did they fail, but they also lost many of their henchmen."

"Good job!"

"That despicable cult of evil gods, they obstruct the Lord's return, they deserve it!"

The believers praised it.

"very good."

Lu Ze nodded in praise, gestured for him to stand aside, and then looked at the next person who came over.

“Your Excellency, my family is obstructing my faith in the Lord and is still stubbornly clinging to their beliefs, even going so far as to denounce me.”

This believer was a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, but her face radiated a happy smile. "So I prayed to the Lord for salvation, and in His mercy, He bestowed grace, allowing even my deluded family members to bask in His glory."

Well, following the traitor, here comes another one who sacrificed his entire family.

Luzer once again expressed his approval and continued to listen to the next believer's confession. In the end, he concluded that none of these people were innocent.

Since that's the case, what else is there to say?

"Divine Messenger, we should be devout enough to receive your protection."

These believers, their minds utterly mad, asked this question, their eyes gleaming. Through sharing their faith in the Lord, they felt a resonance with one another and a greater need for divine affirmation of their actions.

"Of course."

Lu Ze smiled and tapped his chest four times with his fingers, from bottom to top and from right to left, forming an inverted cross shape.

“You are all devout believers in the Lord and are contributing to the restoration of His glory to the earth.”

His words brought smiles to everyone's faces, especially the young man, who was extremely excited, as if his life had been praised.

However, their smiles soon faded.

Because Lu Ze's next sentence is as follows:

"It's really hard on you guys to believe in a madman who's hanging upside down with his head throbbing. Sure enough, idiots do attract each other."

"Divine messenger, what... what are you saying?"

Everyone was utterly confused and couldn't react for a moment.

"I mean, you're all mentally ill idiots."

With Mr. A's face on his back, Lu Ze sneered contemptuously, uttering words that were utterly blasphemous to them, "So you believe in your Lord so much, huh? Fine, then I'll send you to hell first. You wait a moment, and I'll soon bring your Lord down to join you."

With that, he raised his hand.

"boom!"

The obese police station mole burst into a crimson bloom, scattering pieces of flesh and blood everywhere, landing on others. Those stained with this flesh and blood swelled and exploded rapidly. In a chain reaction, all the believers were transformed into flesh and blood in a very short time.

At this point, besides Lu Ze, the only other person still standing was that young man.

"This is this"

The young man, pale-faced and trembling, seemed completely unable to accept the situation. Suddenly, he laughed, "I know! This must be the divine messenger testing us, right?" "Test my ass! They were just killed by me."

Lu Ze walked up to him and patted his cheek. "And I am not the divine messenger you mentioned. The divine messenger you knew was killed and eaten by me long ago."

"brush!"

He stopped using the "Faceless Man's" abilities and reverted to his original appearance.

The young man looked at Lu Ze's unfamiliar face, and a look of fear gradually appeared on his face.

"You are not the divine messenger, then who are you!"

“I am the one who destroyed your Aurora Society. All those believers who disappeared were eliminated by me,” Lu Ze replied. “I was originally worried that the remaining believers were hard to find, but thanks to your help, I was able to wipe them all out.”

The young believer seemed to slowly understand the meaning of his words, and his face became extremely distorted.

Was it pain, despair, self-blame, or regret?

Lu Ze didn't know, nor was he interested in studying it. After expressing his gratitude, he pressed his hand against the other's chest, transforming him into a blooming rose as well.

Thus, the Backlund Aurora Gathering was completely extinguished.

"Did you see that, Mr. A?"

Standing atop the pool of blood, at the heart of Mr. A's prized lair, Lu Ze muttered to himself, "The Backlund Aurora Society you painstakingly built has been utterly destroyed by me."

"boom!"

He could feel that somewhere inside him, Mr. A's grazing soul was reacting violently, his anger seemingly about to overflow through Lu Ze's flesh and blood.

"Quiet."

Luze said that the shepherd's power then activated, punishing the disobedient "lambs."

"Snapped!"

An invisible whip lashed at Mr. A's soul, and he seemed to hear the other's shrill scream, causing the corners of his mouth to involuntarily lift slightly.

Looking around, he felt that the house had no value left.

Let's just sell it.

I don't know how much the title deed for this house, along with the titles for houses in several other districts, could fetch together. If I sell it slowly, it will definitely be worth more. If I'm in a hurry to sell, I'll likely get a lower price.

Let's sell it directly to Miss Audrey.

Lu Ze thought to himself, "I'll use the market average price as collateral, and she can help me resell them gradually. Then, I'll use this as start-up capital for the factory. Several houses like that should fetch tens of thousands of pounds."
He had already decided to open a textile factory in the East District, using the lambs from his own flock. Of course, the children wouldn't have to work full-time; they could do some simple work in their spare time after school.

Miss Audrey seemed to have used some connections to present their project as a more formal foundation—a non-profit organization dedicated to helping the poor. She also used her persuasive skills to get her parents to express cautious support—whether it would succeed remained to be seen.

But at least for now, selling these houses guarantees the funding for starting the factory. As for whether Aurora might come looking to reclaim the property, Luze thinks the chances are slim. The houses belong to Mr. A of Backlund, and outside members wouldn't know.

Of course, if you ask whether Lu Ze felt bad about throwing all that money into the factory, then of course he did.

But for the sake of playing the role, and for the sense of responsibility that had unconsciously arisen, he still felt he should do it.

(End of this chapter)