Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 457 You're Wanted

black.

A deep, indistinct black.

It was as if the root of all depravity and the end of all destruction converged upon that tall figure, making his armor heavy and cold, and his greatsword sharp and profound.

Lu Ze, carrying his greatsword, strode towards the giant dragon.

The knowledge of potions instilled into his brain merged at this moment, making the longsword in Lu Ze's hand both strange and familiar. He quickly mastered a large number of sword-wielding movements and techniques. His gaze passed over the helmet, and he squinted at the gray-white scaled dragon, pondering where to strike.

"Roar--"

Seemingly sensing the malice in Luze's gaze, the dragon let out an angry roar, its terrifying pressure almost tangible, swirling around it. However, the peculiar mask on its face added a touch of eeriness to its majesty.

Lu Ze stared at it coldly.

He discovered that although the dragon appeared angry, its eyes were unusually calm. It was secretly creating one illusory clone after another. These clones had sinister expressions and used the technique of "psychological invisibility" to hide their forms, disperse, and disappear without a trace.

Disappeared?
wrong
The crimson light in Luzer's eyes behind his armor was quickly replaced by gold. That golden light seemed to see into people's hearts, revealing the deepest thoughts in everyone's mind.

Before his eyes, another strange world slowly unfolded.

In a hazy, gray world, layers upon layers of light and shadow drift and float. They are dense and overlapping, combining to form an illusory sea. And high above the sea, countless indescribable figures roam, with seven different colored, clear rays of light, each containing boundless knowledge.

The ocean of the collective unconscious, and the sky of the spiritual!
In the illusory ocean, every ray of light and shadow is a spiritual imprint etched deep within people's consciousness. These imprints contain the memories of ancient ancestors, the fears of the present, intense emotions, and even a kind of fanatical worship.
There are many islands in the sea, and even Luze himself is floating above one of them.

This is my island of the soul.
The authority of the "audience" approach was at work, and Luze quickly understood the scene he was seeing.

"Roar--"

Meanwhile, in the real world, a colossal dragon soared into the air, circling above Luze's head. Its massive body contained immense power; with a flap of its wings, it unleashed a storm aimed at the mind, and with a single opening of its mouth, it spewed forth terrifying dragonfire capable of destroying the spirit.

It swooped down, viciously slamming one of its massive dragon claws towards Luze's body. The impact was ferocious, like a steam train hurtling towards it at full speed.

court death.

Lu Ze's gaze was icy as he dragged his longsword diagonally upwards, slashing at the dragon's claw.

But in an instant, the dragon abruptly retracted its claws and twisted its body at low altitude—

"boom!"

Luze felt a powerful impact on his abdomen as the dragon's tail, as thick as a giant tree, lashed out at him. The claw strike from [Gluttony] was merely a feint; the tail whip was the real killing blow!
The enormous monster charging at high speed concentrated all its energy into a powerful lash at its tail, and the resulting destructive effect was unimaginable.

However, Gluttony only receives a dull, sluggish response from its own tail.

"Crack."

Lu Ze quickly retreated a few steps; the black armor on his abdomen had shattered completely, revealing a bloody and mangled body beneath. Although he was injured, the damage was far less than his opponent had anticipated.

The "Black Knight's" armor can absorb a large amount of damage, protecting the main body at the cost of the armor's own destruction!

"very good."

Luze's wounds healed rapidly, and a dark shadow surged forth, mending the tattered armor. A powerful storm began to form around him, lifting his small, giant-like body. He rode the wind and rose into the sky. It's not just you, dragon, who can fly!
The black knight soared above the sky, sword in hand. Taking advantage of the dragon's descent and ascent before it could turn back and spot him, he accelerated at full speed, flying towards the broad back of [Gluttony].

"Huhu."

The wind whistled past his ears as Lu Ze watched the dragon rapidly grow larger before him. By the time the dragon realized something was wrong and began to adjust its stance, Lu Ze had already rushed forward, slashing horizontally with his broad, black, straight sword!

The dragon couldn't completely dodge, and its thin, membrane-covered wings were easily ripped open with a black gash. It let out a mournful cry and plummeted rapidly, crashing onto the cobblestone street with a deafening roar. The impact overturned stalls on both sides of the road and left a large crater in the ground.

"Boom."

Lu Ze landed not far from it, sword in hand, fully armored, approaching with heavy steps.

The dragon opened its vertical pupils, looked at the black knight approaching it, and suddenly a smile appeared in its eyes.

"caught you."

He said.

Meanwhile, in the subconscious world, near Luzer's Mind Island.

The greyish tide suddenly parted on both sides, forming a passage. Several men with sinister expressions were rapidly approaching his island along the passage. Judging from their attire, they were clearly clones created by [Gluttony] earlier.

They didn't disappear; instead, they entered the subconscious world and attempted to invade Luzer's mental island!

Meanwhile, outside the battlefield, Anderson is trying to escape.

"What a loud noise!"

The dragon's fall even shook the ground. He mingled among a group of terrified islanders, thinking to himself, "Gascoin should be able to take care of that demigod, right?"

Just as he was thinking this, a spiritual fluctuation suddenly appeared in front of him.

Without a second thought, Anderson stomped his feet on the ground, forcefully stopping his forward momentum and instead retreating.

"Swipe!"

Several wind blades formed in succession on the road in front of him, cutting deep trenches into the ground.

A man dressed in a dark blue priest's robe stood waiting for him, his expression dignified. New wind blades were forming around him.

"I say, Your Excellency, is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

Anderson recognized the man; he was the bishop of the Storm Church on Toscart Island, a Sequence 6 "Wind Chosen." Not only him, but the surrounding bushes rustled, and more people emerged. Among them were adventurers, Storm Church "Punishers," and even soldiers wielding steam rifles!
"Anderson Hood, the strongest hunter in the Misty Sea, right?"

The bishop of the Church of Storms ignored him, but a gentleman dressed as a Rune stepped out from the crowd and asked with a smile.

"and who are you?"

"I am an official under Governor Bayam, in charge of general affairs on Stokart Island. Just call me Carter."

The other party grinned from ear to ear, "I never expected that the great sinner [Blood Cultivator] would actually come to my territory and collude with you. Anderson Hood, you're wanted now. Surrender and we might give you a lighter punishment, how about it?"

(End of this chapter)