Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 383 The Promotion Ceremony Held Ahead of Schedule

"Nothing is over yet, so why should it be over!"

Lu Ze slammed a newspaper on the table and roared.

The newspaper read:

"According to preliminary statistics, a total of 20000 people died directly from the smog, and the subsequent spread of the epidemic claimed another 40000 lives."

"The air pollution investigation committee announced that the root cause of smog is excessive emissions of waste gas. With the implementation of relevant laws, we have reason to believe that such a tragedy will not happen again."

"calm down."

Opposite him, the Queen spoke with a solemn expression.

The Queen could see that the shepherd was in a very dangerous state; the crimson robes on his body were churning like liquid, and his spirituality was overflowing wildly, just like his uncontrollable rage.

"."

Lu Ze fell silent for a moment.

This wasn't because he controlled his anger, but because he was making a decision.

A moment later, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the Queen.

"Your Majesty, there is something I would like to ask of you."

As he spoke, he pointed to the black cat sitting quietly in the corner of the room, "Please look after my cat for me."

His voice had returned to calm, but his bloodshot eyes proved that his madness had not yet subsided.

"What are you going to do?"

The Queen frowned slightly, suddenly sensing something was amiss.

"I will seek justice for my lamb and for everyone in the East End."

Lu Ze said coldly.

"Demand justice."

The Queen's eyes narrowed, and she suddenly understood what he was planning to do. "Are you going to make an enemy of the Luen royal family?"

"That's right!"

Lu Ze answered proudly.

"Do you really know what you're doing? You're practically courting death!"

The Queen's Way.

"I am certain."

Lu Ze sneered.

In fact, this idea began to emerge when he first learned the truth, and it grew stronger with what he had seen and heard over the past few days.

His heart is not at peace because his lambs have died because of this despicable emperor!
To George III, these people were merely numbers, but to Luzer, they were his sheep, a vital part of his soul. What kind of shepherd is he if he cannot avenge his own sheep?

"The direct perpetrator of this incident has been killed."

The Queen sighed inwardly, pointing to Panatia's extraordinary characteristic on the table—a shriveled, blackened, translucent heart—and advised, "As for the mastermind behind it all, we can deal with that after you've reached a higher level."

"No, I can't wait, I can't wait."

Lu Ze shook his head. "I understand now. This is my destiny, and also the opportunity for my promotion."

If he chooses to escape today and dares not face the Royal Family of Ruen, how can he face the true creator at the level of a god? Does his declaration of revenge still stand?
He cannot back down even a step!

"Your Majesty, I asked you before, and your reply was that the ascension ceremony could be performed in advance, right?"

He asked suddenly.

"The essence of the promotion ceremony is to counteract the side effects of the potion. As long as it can take effect when the potion is taken, it can be performed in advance."

"very good."

Luze wasn't sure what the side effects of the Black Knight's potion would be, but that was enough to justify his refusal to back down.

"I'll ask you one more time, have you thought it through?"

The Queen said in a deep voice.

Lu Ze nodded without hesitation.

"Well."

The Queen abruptly stood up, and an invisible servant floated to a corner and carefully picked up Luna. "I'm going back to my ship. If you come back alive, you can find me in the waters near Pulitzer Harbor."

MI9 and the royal family are after her, and she can't stay any longer. "Meow."

Luna lay on the unseen servant, looking over the servant's shoulder at Luze. She was held by this strange, unfamiliar thing, offering no resistance or breath, only gazing at Luze with her wet, azure eyes until she and the Queen boarded the carriage and drove away.

Lu Ze gazed silently in the direction where the carriage had disappeared.

M's figure quietly appeared beside him.

"When does it begin?"

She parted her rosy lips slightly and asked softly.

"Right now."

Lu Ze replied, pushed open the door, and went out onto the streets of the East District.

December 30, 1349, the night before the end of the year.

The disposal and burial of the bodies is not yet complete, and new patients continue to die. The lingering spirits of the dead still haunt this slum. Scattered lights illuminate the streets—the glow of the crematoriums.

Lu Ze's keen hearing allowed him to hear suppressed sounds coming from the surrounding buildings—the cries of the surviving residents of the East District. They couldn't understand why, when life was already so difficult, fate had to subject them to even greater suffering.

No one is asleep in the East District tonight.

Lu Ze walked and walked.

"Come here, everyone come here."

Beside him, M spoke gently and lovingly, calling upon the surviving souls of the dead.

In fact, their main resentment has been soothed by the "soul-pacifying" ritual, leaving only wisps of extreme, unwilling emotions. Normally, these lingering souls would disappear within a short period even if ignored.

But then Lu Ze arrived.

"call"

Drawn by M's "soothing" gesture, the remnant souls swarmed to Lu Ze's side, following him. Anyone who could see it would likely be horrified by the horrific scene—behind him, countless remnant souls mingled together, resembling a colossal worm, filling the street and relentlessly pursuing Lu Ze. And even more remnant souls continued to be drawn to M, gathering upon him.

After roughly circling around the eastern district, Lu Ze had gathered a massive number of souls behind him.

"The estimated number is around 30,000."

M said to him, "Should we go around again?"

"enough."

Lu Zedao.

The ascension ceremony of the "Black Knight" requires the corruption of more than 10,000 people, and even if the effect of remnant souls is not as good as that of living people, more than three times the effect is enough.

He gestured for M to step back, then stepped forward himself, walked in front of the remaining souls, and directly summoned the illusory tide within his mind.

"Wow—"

The seawater filled his body, infusing his spirit, making his soul heavy and solid, while an invisible authority began to form.

"Buzz!"

Luze's eyes turned a fiery gold, and he used the "Audience" pathway ability to directly resonate his voice, imbued with strong emotional implications, around all the remaining souls:

"Your king betrayed you; he killed you!"

Upon hearing this, the remaining souls let out mournful cries.

"This despicable beast is unworthy to be king!"

Lu Ze continued.

The suffering of the remnant souls deepened further, and they resonated with Lu Ze's emotions, allowing Lu Ze to feel their pain as well.

They were desperate, they were cold, they needed comfort, they wanted justice!

"Don't be afraid, come to me."

The terrible pain made the veins on Lu Ze's forehead bulge. He suppressed the urge to scream and said in a deep voice.

Under the streetlights, his long shadow suddenly changed, exuding an aura of depravity and madness. "I will bear your pain, your anger, your sins. We will become one!"

"call!"

The remnant souls moved, with one taking the lead and the others quickly following, all plunging into Lu Ze's shadow.

Lu Ze's face quickly turned pale.

The pain, despair, and extreme emotions of the remnant souls were absorbed by him as they merged into his shadow!
At the same time, those remnant souls also completely fell into depravity and became part of his madness!

(End of this chapter)