Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 390 George, I've come to find you!

On the USS Pritz, rapid-fire cannons, 6-pounder guns, and machine guns roared in unison. They were all aimed at the same target: Prince Grove in the sky!
"Humph!"

Grove was prepared; he raised his right hand, and an invisible rule was quickly generated.

However, before he could fully establish order, several shells among the massive barrage suddenly mutated. Crimson flames enveloped them, causing their speed to surge and accelerate rapidly, even producing sonic booms in an instant!

Prince Grove was "slowing down" the shells as planned when suddenly a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and the crimson flames were right in front of him!
"boom!"

These shells hit their targets squarely, creating a brilliant burst of flames in mid-air.

"Long live!"

The soldiers cheered.

But soon, the flames were forcibly dispersed by an invisible wind, and Prince Grove, his clothes covered in soot, floated in mid-air. He didn't appear to be seriously injured, but his anger was palpable.

Because of a moment of carelessness, he was actually ambushed and succeeded in attacking the other party!

The fact that they were mixing weaponized shells among ordinary cannonballs was a cunning tactic reminiscent of the "Hunter." Moreover, he sensed an aura of war emanating from the ship, of an extremely high caliber, even powerful enough to resist his Sequence 3 level "Laws"!
How could a Sequence 5 shepherd possibly herd such a high-level "hunter"?

In a fit of shock and rage, Prince Grove was determined not to back down.

He was going to use his most powerful abilities to completely destroy this guy!

Suddenly, Prince Grove's figure grew incredibly tall and imposing, like a giant standing between heaven and earth. The soldiers looked up and saw him raise his right hand high, issuing his judgment upon them:

"The rebels are guilty!"

"Those who commit crimes should be punished!"

A deafening roar echoed across the river, and the entire area was enveloped by a powerful set of rules. Prince Grove's right hand gathered the power of punishment, shimmering with a silvery-white light that was as dazzling as the sun, and like the sun, it was so intense that no one dared to look directly at it, and could only bow their heads.

The next instant, Prince Grove swung his right hand down with a bang, carrying out a grand "execution"!
The entire USS Pritz was to be executed!
"boom!"

Like a mountain-sized blade cleaving through the waist, the Pritz was instantly sliced ​​in two!

"crunch-"

Even the heavy ironclad armor appeared fragile and pitiful under the full-force attack of a Sequence 3 warrior. The two prows of the giant ship simultaneously arched upwards into a "V" shape, causing the surrounding river water to surge violently. Moreover, this ironclad ship had now merged with Luze, so at the horrific break, countless drops of blood immediately gushed out, instantly staining the entire river surface crimson!

"boom!"

"boom!"

Still reeling from the executions, the soldiers, their faces still burning with fervor, were instantly reduced to bloody carcasses in the shockwave. The deck of the Pritz, the weapons bay, and every gun emplacement were immediately stained red.

At this point, the giant ship came to a complete halt.

"it's over"

Prince Grove looked down at the wreckage of the giant ship from an open space.

The ship's two ends rose high as it gradually sank, but because the Tasok River was not deep enough, it ran aground after sinking only halfway. The ammunition magazine in the middle of the ship had already detonated, igniting thick smoke and fire.

"crash"

Because of his "execution," a large amount of river water was stirred into the air, which then turned into a sudden rain, drenching the ship. The "rain" washed away the gunpowder and bloodstains on the hull, allowing the ironclad warship to once again show its metallic luster. This ship, which the kingdom was so proud of, was thus destroyed by its own people.

"call."

Prince Grove's fist trembled slightly from the depletion of his spiritual energy. Looking at the wreckage of the giant ship below, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind: should he have really done that?
But the deed is done, and there's no point in thinking about it anymore.

Grove slowly descended, plummeting towards the giant ship. At the same time, a glint flashed in his eyes as he searched the area around the hull, seemingly trying to locate Luze's body.
"!" Just then, he suddenly turned his neck sharply and looked at the high-raised front half of the giant ship.

“Crack.”

There, the only intact 305mm naval gun suddenly started moving again. Several bloodied and mangled artillerymen moved almost instinctively, adjusting the muzzle and aiming it at the location of the Sodrak Palace once more!

"Stop!"

Grove's pupils constricted, and he uttered a stern command to stop him.

His orders were carried out immediately. The bloodied soldiers were whipped by invisible whips, their bodies bearing deep, bone-revealing wounds. Even so, they did not stop what they were doing. Instead, they used their last bit of strength to pull down the firing mechanism!

"boom!"

The Pritz fired its final shell at the Royal Palace.

A shell that was incredibly blood-red and incredibly dense.

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"The shelling seems to have stopped."

"In the hall where the party was being held," someone said.

The high-ranking officials and nobles peeked out from behind the walls, load-bearing pillars, and cabinets, cautiously observing.

The queen had already been escorted away from the scene by the guards, but the remaining people did not dare to escape alone amidst the intense gunfire. Although the artillery fire did not reach them, they still dared not make any rash moves.

"It's probably a high-ranking extraordinary member of the royal family who made the move."

Audrey gripped her mother's hand, thinking, "I wonder who is so bold as to hijack the kingdom's warships to bombard the palace."

This was undoubtedly a complete act of suicide. However, such an act would certainly ensure that the perpetrator's name would immediately spread throughout the entire Northern Continent.
"boom!"

Just as she became curious about who had started the incident, the sound of gunfire erupted again in the distance. Judging from the sound, it was the main guns of the USS Pritz firing once more!

"The shelling has started again!"

"Hide now!"

The slightly relaxed atmosphere became tense again, and many people retreated back to their hiding places.

"Audrey!"

Countess Hall grabbed Audrey's hand and forced her to step back as well.

Although Audrey shrank back, her eyes remained fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window. She noticed something unusual: this time, after the main gun roared, the sound of the shells wasn't as sharp as before; it seemed to be something softer.
Then she saw a streak of red fly from afar and fall onto the collapsed clock tower.

The crimson stain began to deform after landing, as if slowly being pulled out of a swamp of flesh and blood to form a complete human shape.

This man was dressed in a blood-red robe, and his eyes and brows were filled with madness.

"George Augustus!"

He spoke, and he addressed the king by his full name!

After attacking the palace with his giant ships, it was his turn to break in!

(End of this chapter)