Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 356 The Choice of the Times (Previous chapter has been revised)

"hateful!"

Duke Negan's face darkened further when he saw the devil on the other side interfering with his plea for help.

At this moment, a bloody feast is being held in the hall that symbolizes the supreme power of Rune. People who have lost their minds are killing each other, and even those who remain sober, such as Duke Negan, are gradually being influenced by the atmosphere and are beginning to drift towards madness.

Led by the blonde secretary, the guards launched a desperate attack on the demigod opposite them, hoping to create an opening for the duke to escape.

"what--"

Every now and then, guards would lose control of their emotions, manipulated by the devil, and this high-pressure situation plunged more and more people into unease. In just a few dozen seconds, they were defeated in droves, leaving only the blonde secretary still holding on.

"Boom! Boom!"

Blue phosphorescent flames shot towards Duke Negan. The secretary gritted his teeth and thrust his left hand forward. The order before him quickly became chaotic, and the fireballs began to fly erratically, some even turning back to bombard their master.

However, the constant activation of his abilities seemed to have greatly depleted the secretary's spirituality, leaving him appearing unsteady.

Opposite him, the impeccably dressed demigod looked quite relaxed, smiling at the two of them with Cons's face.

Am I really going to die like this?

Despair filled the Duke of Negan's heart.

However, at that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of wind.

It was less the sound of wind and more the deafening roar of air being torn apart, as if something was breaking through barriers and approaching at an astonishing speed. It was as if deafening thunderclaps were occasionally heard in the howling wind.

In an instant, the sound was already close at hand, and it resounded loudly throughout the Whitehall!

"It is Lord 'Singer of God'!"

The Duke of Negan looked pleased.

Although his cries for help did not get through in time, for some reason, His Excellency the Archbishop "Singer of God" arrived just in time!
Duke Negan's smile grew wider and wider, the joy of seeing a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation overflowing his heart, reaching its limit, and then bursting forth. His heart suddenly reached its peak, convulsing violently, forcing a torrent of blood into his veins and rushing straight to his brain.

"Snapped!"

He seemed to hear a shattering sound, and a warm sensation instantly enveloped his entire brain. However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before his nerves were completely destroyed.

To outsiders, it appeared as if Duke Negan's entire head had suddenly split open, as if it had been cut apart by an invisible, sharp blade.

His face was still beaming with a cheerful smile, but his body had already collapsed onto the lavishly decorated stage in Whitehall. Blood gushed out, flowing onto the gleaming floor.

The Duke of Negan is dead.

"Damn it!"

Above Whitehall, a furious roar erupted from something, followed by a powerful storm that ripped off the roof of the hall!
The devil North withdrew his right fist, looked up at the sky that had suddenly appeared above the building, and at the person standing in the sky. With an almost mocking smile, he waved at the other person.

Then, he quickly disappeared.

"Swipe!"

The sharp wind blades shot out in the next instant, but only left terrible crisscrossing marks on the floor.

The devil seems to have left this place.

The injured secretary struggled to his feet, supporting his arm. He saw Duke Negan lying lifeless on the ground, and also saw an angry figure in the sky above the hall.

"call--"

The fierce wind howled around the figure, as if venting its anger. In the next instant, the figure also quickly disappeared without a trace.

As the storm passed, the people in the hall who had been out of their minds seemed to have been blown away by the wind, gradually regaining their senses and becoming terrified of the situation.

"Ouch! It hurts so much!"

"Guards! Where are the guards?!" "Help!"

They made all sorts of sounds.

The blonde secretary calmly watched all of this, then silently walked to Duke Negan's body, as if to express her condolences.

However, when he had his back to everyone, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth.

The blonde secretary spoke in a voice only she could hear:

"I'm sorry, Your Grace, but this is all a choice made by the times."

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Joewood District.

"The wind is picking up."

Lu Ze stood at the street corner, gazing at the distant sky. There, thick clouds were swirling at an extremely fast speed, as if a strong gale was generating and surging there.

That's the direction of Queens.
Could it be that people from the Church of Storms have gone there?

It's quite possible, because the Duke of Negan has always believed that the Lord of Storms doesn't know the sequence of the person sent, or whether he can stop the murderer or capture him.
Lu Ze couldn't help but think.

He refused [Justice's] request to go and help, largely because he didn't know the killer's level. The people hired by the mastermind were becoming increasingly powerful, and he wasn't sure he could handle it himself; he might even get caught up in it and suffer trouble.

Since the people from the three major churches are here, there's no need for me to get involved... Alright, alright, these things aren't my business. I should just find Klein and figure out what's on that mural.

With that thought in mind, Luze walked toward Minsk Street.

As he reached the street corner, a couple brushed past him.

"That's great, the child is doing well."

They spoke in hushed tones, the wife nestled in her husband's arms, and the husband, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looked radiant with happiness.

Luzer paid no attention to the couple's joy or sorrow. He quickly walked to 13 Minsk Street, which was Klein's house.

"Ok?"

He was about to knock on the door when he found it locked. There was a note in the guestbook on the side of the door that read, “Detective Sherlock has gone out and is expected to be back a little later. Please leave a message if you need anything.”

"Klein isn't home?"

Lu Ze shook his head.

There's nothing we can do about it; these things are unavoidable. After all, he didn't mention it beforehand, and Klein certainly can't stay home forever. It seems today's visit is out of the question; I'll come again tomorrow.

With a touch of regret, Lu Ze descended the steps. Out of caution, he did not leave a message.

"If only I had my own messenger, like the one Ms. Daly used to send me," he thought aimlessly as he strolled down the street. "I wonder how to find a suitable messenger."

In the distance, the clouds had stopped rolling, and the violent winds had ceased.

"They solved the murderer so quickly?"

Lu Ze couldn't help but think more highly of the three major churches.

However, in the next instant, something unexpected happened.

"crunch-"

Luze saw an invisible door slowly opening in mid-air above the streets of Minsk.

　If you feel the plot doesn't match up after reading this chapter, it's because I made some revisions to the second half of the previous chapter. You can go back and take another look.

　　
　
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