Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 523 The Witch of Sequence 3

The blood on the floor quickly outlined and drew a mysterious and strange symbol.

Lu Ze vaguely sensed danger from the symbol, and he immediately retreated, increasing the distance between himself and Tracy.

The moment the symbol was fully formed, a strange fluctuation appeared, followed by ripples spreading above it. A delicate white hand emerged from it, then an arm, then a body, and finally, a woman stood on the floor of the captain's cabin on the Black Death.

The woman wore a very simple white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of long, shapely, snow-white legs. She had the same black hair and blue eyes as Tracy, and was pure and beautiful, with eyes as innocent and pure as a newborn fawn.

However, this girlish presence made Lu Ze feel incredibly oppressed. His spiritual intuition was screaming, warning him that the other was a powerful Extraordinary Being, a Sequence 3 demigod!
The white-robed Sequence 3 witch turned her slender, fair neck, scanned the surroundings, and confirmed the current situation.

"Please save the captain!"

The oppressive aura of a high-sequence Beyonder was suffocating; the blonde maid trembled under her gaze, yet still pleaded in a trembling voice. Tracy herself, on the verge of collapse, remained silent, merely watching her with a complex expression.

Having seen Tracy's gaze, the white-robed witch's delicate lips curled slightly, as if a smile was about to bloom. She finally fixed her gaze on Luze.

The next instant, everything around her suddenly turned pitch black.

wrong.

It wasn't a pure color, but countless fine black textures, strands of long, jet-black hair! The hair danced wildly as if it had a life of its own, like black venomous snakes!

"brush!"

A sense of crisis surged through Lu Ze in an instant, and he instinctively tried to escape from the encirclement of the black-haired man.
Then, his thoughts froze at that moment.

His entire body had turned grayish-white, stiff and motionless, like a stone sculpture. Not only him, but the hull of the "Black Death" ship that the white-robed witch faced had also turned grayish-white. With the witch as the boundary, everything in front of her had been petrified.

From a distance, the Black Death appeared as a strange vessel, half wood and half stone; half yellowish-brown and half grayish-white.

"Is this the legendary Blood Cultivator?"

The white-robed witch approached Luze, scrutinizing him closely, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Her voice was soft and melodious, her demeanor innocent and lively, possessing a natural, youthful allure.

"Is he dead?"

Tracy struggled to her feet with the help of her maid.

"not yet."

The Sequence 3 witch turned back and gave her a reproachful look, "Why didn't you contact your mother sooner? Do you know you almost died?"

As she spoke, her demeanor underwent a new transformation, as if she had transformed from an innocent young girl into a gentle and caring mother. A captivating and mature allure emanated from her, and the blonde maid, who had been terrified moments before, stared at her blankly, her eyes glazed over.

"Alright, you can handle the rest yourself. I'm taking him with me."

The white-robed witch spoke, and invisible spider silk spread out, coiling around the stone sculpture that the Blood Cultivator had turned into. She reached out and stroked the face that, though petrified, was still exquisite, her eyes shimmering with a hazy, alluring light.

"Hehe, he's really handsome."

She said softly to herself.

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Upon hearing the white-robed witch speak like that, Tracy, standing behind her, clearly showed a look of disgust, as if she had seen something extremely filthy and disgusting.

But soon, her expression turned terrified:

"He moved!"

Sure enough, with a slight "crack" sound, countless cracks began to appear on the stone on Lu Ze's body.

The next instant, a dark shadow surged out from the gap! ————

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island.

"boom!"

The whistling shells flew over the sailors' heads and struck the edge of the mainmast of the "Hindus," instantly exploding into a large cloud of flying wood chips.

"Kill you!"

A splinter of wood grazed Philia's ear, but he was too engrossed in the battle to notice. He did his best to assist the gunners, moving shells and cleaning the breech, trying to get his side fired as soon as possible.

Opposite them, two pirate ships belonging to the sick general were bombarding them relentlessly, with cannon fire raining down all around them.

"It would be great if the captain or the first mate were on this ship."

During a lull in the fighting, Philia expressed her sincere hope.

The Blood Pirates had a shortage of human crew members, and the remaining vacancies were filled by the captain's flesh puppets. These puppets were fine for mechanical tasks such as steering the ship and operating cannons, but they were still not as agile as human crew members. In order to make the pursuit more effective, Anderson dispersed the crew to various ships, and went to one of them himself.

At this moment, the highest-ranking officer remaining on the "Hindus" is Boatswain "Sea Serpent" Walter, which greatly reduces the ship's combat effectiveness.

"Everyone, hold on tight!"

Helmsman Rupert's roar echoed across the deck. Before the sailors could react, he forcefully turned the rudder, sending the ship slicing through the sea in a dangerous arc. The entire ship lurched, and the salty waves crashed violently against the hull, drenching everyone from head to toe.

"puff!"

Philia struggled to her feet, looked around, and blankly spat out a mouthful of seawater.

"wind!"

Suddenly, he heard a deep, ancient voice behind him. A stern-faced man rushed to the edge of the ship's railing and threw a metallic glitter at his feet. A gust of wind followed, lifting him up and propelling him faster towards the pirate ship opposite.

Philia quickly recognized the man as the strange fellow who had climbed aboard the Doe earlier, and who seemed to know the captain well.

"He can fly like the captain."

Philia watched the man's departing figure with some envy when suddenly, the sailors behind her cried out in surprise.

“Cavatuwa, look, what is that?”

The sea has frozen over!

"Was it the captain who did it?"

Philia turned his head in response to the sound and saw that on the other side of the hidden island, a large expanse of ice, filled with icy cold air, had formed on the sea surface, almost the size of a small island!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

A bone-chilling cold spread across the ice, freezing the Black Death, half stone and half wood, solid. Because of the difference in materials, it was completely broken in two, the edges clearly separated from the top.

"I'm really surprised that it can even resist 'petrification'. No wonder it was able to break into Sodrak Palace on its own."

The white-robed witch spoke softly in praise, surrounded by shimmering ice crystals, making her appear both holy and beautiful. However, at the same time, her robe opened to the side, exposing her fair, slender thighs directly to the cold air, drawing all eyes.

Opposite her, a large, dark shadow gathered on the white ice surface, and a small giant clad in black armor, its eyes flashing red, raised its greatsword.

(End of this chapter)