Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 456 [Gluttony]

"Damn it!"

Anderson was held firmly by a group of ordinary people. He wanted to set the fire, but he felt that he was unable to resist and could only let them hold him down.

“I need to learn a lesson. It seems that ‘hunters’ are a bunch of unruly guys. You can’t expect them to understand human language.”

The gentlemanly-looking man sighed, his face revealing fine dragon scales, as he approached Anderson step by step.

"I advise you to run away quickly."

Anderson said provocatively, "The Blood Cultivator is not someone that an ordinary demigod can deal with."

He had done all he could, and whether he survived was now up to fate. He felt no burden and even joked with the other party.

"No rush, let's take care of you first."

The man held up a finger adorned with a ring and waved it in front of Anderson. "Look at it!"

Anderson's body froze instantly, his eyes wide open, his gaze fixed on that finger, unable to move an inch.

"This finger represents your spirit. As I gradually take it away, your spirit will be destroyed along with it, until you go completely insane and lose all control."

The other person's voice echoed deep within his mind, constantly giving him hints.

As a demigod through the "spectator" pathway, he certainly had ways to completely control Anderson. The reason he hadn't done so before wasn't because he couldn't, but because he was worried that too deep a control would leave a flaw, allowing the [Blood Cultivator] to discover it.

He had only intended to plant a small seed in Anderson's mind, enough to fulfill his promise and make the Blood Cultivator count the money, thus gaining a psychological suggestion. However, what he thought was an easy situation was ruined by the other party's betrayal!
"Don't listen to him, he's lying!"

Anderson shouted at himself, desperately resisting the other party's psychological suggestion. But how could a demigod's power be resisted by just shouting a few words? His eyes were fixed on that slender finger, and as the finger slowly bent into his palm, his mental world began to boil and churn, with madness and distortion gradually replacing reason.

His vision blurred, and he was on the verge of completely losing control, until—

"call!"

A shadow as black as ink suddenly surged up and enveloped the man's fingers.

"Calm down, that's not your mind, it's just a finger."

Lu Ze's calm voice sounded behind him, and an invisible soothing force immediately spread. Words that would have been useless to Anderson himself became a healing elixir in Lu Ze's mouth. With those words, his mental state instantly improved; he was no longer veerging towards madness, but calmed down.

Not only that, all the previous suggestions imposed on him vanished, and he immediately broke free of the control and leaped up.

"This guy is a demigod from the audience's perspective!"

Anderson shouted, "And don't touch that box of money!"

"I see."

Lu Ze glanced at him and said with a slight upturn of his lips.

He hadn't expected that this guy, who seemed so carefree and loved to joke, would betray him at such a crucial moment.

"brush!"

With a slight wave of his hand, a golden light flashed in Lu Ze's eyes, and the crowd immediately dispersed. This time, they were fully alert and fled quickly, leaving the street empty except for the Rune gentleman on the other side.

"Nice to meet you, Blood Cultivator."

The other person smiled and touched their chest in greeting.

He wore rings on all ten of his fingers, which looked quite extravagant. "And who are you?"

Lu Ze questioned in a cold voice.

“Psychological Alchemy Society, Council Member, you may call me [Gluttony].

The other party continued to smile, appearing completely unconcerned.

A phantom mask vaguely appeared on his face, his mouth wide open, his eyes hungry, as if he craved to devour everything in front of him.

"That's it."

Lu Ze said, "Then go die."

When he said the last few words, his tone was icy, and his filthy voice vibrated in his vocal cords, resonating in the other person's mind!

"Snapped!"

And so the man who called himself "binge eater" burst like a bubble and disappeared into the air.

Where has he gone?
Anderson thought blankly, looking around but finding no trace of the other party.

"Leave here immediately."

Lu Ze spoke softly to him, his eyes fixed on the street across the street.

The demigod who called himself "Gluttony" hadn't disappeared, of course. He used his spectator pathway ability to psychologically conceal his body. Lu Ze's eyes saw it clearly: not only had the other party not left, but he had also directly lifted the restrictions, transforming his body into a roaring mental dragon!

"Roar--"

This giant dragon has two thin, grayish wings on its back, and its limbs are thick and strong. Intricate and three-dimensional mysterious symbols are engraved on its grayish-white scales. These symbols not only appear on the scales, but also extend into the dragon's flesh and blood, spreading into the surrounding air, creating a strange blurring of the boundary between illusion and reality.

Just looking at the space around those symbols seems to have a huge impact on people's minds, causing them to become mentally confused and their thoughts to become distorted!

The incomplete myth of the "audience" approach!
While other types of demigods could also enter a similar state, the price they would pay would be extremely high. Unless they possessed an unwavering will, they would be unable to control their consciousness and would quickly slide towards the brink of loss of control and madness. Only the "spectator" type, due to their unique abilities, could target the mind and, by utilizing their mythological form, maximize their power.

Of course, even they would go crazy and lose control if it went on for too long.

"Woo——"

The dragon's body was terrifying, its face still adorned with a distorted mask, making it appear utterly bizarre. A violent storm churned and churned around it, seemingly both real and a reflection of illusion. It carried a certain will, blowing in all directions, and any creature caught in its grasp inevitably fell into an abnormal state—either ceasing its convulsions, or becoming unconscious, fanatical, or fleeing.
Longwei!

No, it's a replacement of Longwei, a mental deprivation!
Fortunately, Anderson ran fast, otherwise he would have been caught in the crossfire as well. Luzer calmly watched the terrifying dragon. The illusory sound of the ocean waves echoed in his mind, but he was completely unaffected by it.

"Ok?"

The dragon spoke in human language, seemingly puzzled by his serene appearance. Then, its surroundings began to blur, and one after another, illusory versions of itself appeared, their expressions sinister and cold as they stared at Lu Ze.

Lu Ze simply took steps toward him.

The shadow beneath him was dark and heavy, creeping upwards little by little, covering his body and forming a dark and decadent suit of armor that lifted him up, transforming him into a giant over two meters tall.

"Qiang!"

A broad, jet-black straight sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

The Black Knight is about to slay the dragon.

(End of this chapter)