Memories of Tingen (Sorry, Only One Update; Normal Updates Resume Tomorrow)

Mystery: The Last Shepherd Chapter 1008

For Luther, the biggest problem now is that he is controlled by Adam and cannot summon the Chaos Sea.

Unable to find any influence from Adam on the Mind Island, he immediately resorted to the second plan, having all the pieces of flesh he had left behind in the "Forsaken Land of the Gods" pray to the Blood God.

These prayers can travel to the Tide, creating ripples with the Tower and the surrounding waters, thus allowing the Tide to reconnect with them and become immune to Adam's control.

The chunks of flesh were scattered all along the way, numerous and far-reaching, making it difficult even for Adam to eliminate them all in a short time. Even if only a portion of them successfully completed their prayers, it would be enough to change the situation!

However, Adam simply looked at him calmly.

Why do you think I didn't notice your subtle actions?

He asked calmly, then flipped his hand and produced a large, piled-up mass of bright red flesh from somewhere. Each piece of flesh had mouths growing from its surface, vehemently praying, yet they seemed sealed inside a glass box; only the lips could be seen opening and closing, but no sound could be heard.

In other words, while Luther was secretly dropping the pieces of meat, Adam had already collected them all...

Luther continued with a cold laugh, "Of course I know you noticed... but you seem to have overlooked something else. I left behind not only chunks of meat along the way, but also a small patch of shadow... Do you want to guess what's hidden in those shadows?"

Meanwhile, along their path, thick shadows emerged from the darkness of the "Forsaken Land of the Gods." Their existence was so perfectly integrated with this world that they were almost imperceptible.

After the shadows rose to the surface, they expelled blood-soaked chunks of flesh, from which mouths sprouted, brazenly chanting the Honorific Name of the Blood God. Indeed, the discarded Flesh was merely bait; the real trap lay here!

The chunks of flesh then chanted in unison in Ancient Hermes, "Blood and fury, hatred and fire!"

"Light of the Desperate, Redemption of the Fallen!"

"The Ruler Above the Phantom Tide, the God of Blood and Shadows who commands chaos..."

Deep within the continent, countless prayers gathered and piled up, resounding loudly in Luther's ears.

A strange Illusion seemed to appear before his eyes, showing him vast, Phantom Tide and a magnificent tower rising above Tide. Countless white specks of light, representing prayer, flew around the tower, interacting with it and causing it to emit concentric ripples of Spirituality energy.

The prayers worked!

Luther's heart leaped with excitement; he saw a glimmer of hope.

"Whoosh"

The sound of the Tide could be faintly heard in his ears, and a damp coolness filled his brain, protecting his entire spirit and giving him a powerful status and strength.

The Chaos Sea was once again under his control.

"Very good!"

Luther was overjoyed, a ferocious smile spreading across his face. He then reached out and tore a gash in his chest, and crimson blood gushed out, forming a turbulent Ocean of blood beneath him.

In an instant, his eyes flashed with a captivating gold, a clear halo spread around his body, the shadow beneath his feet was pitch black and deep, a violent wind surged in the Blood Sea, and at the same time, a phantom white tower rose up...

The Beyonder Ability of the five Adjacent Pathways have all converged on Luther at this moment!

"Boom..."

This dark world is trembling violently, as if sensing the return of the great glory of the Creator.

Citizens of the lost world, rejoice! Celebrate!

Let us offer praise for the descent of the Blood God with the blood of the Son of the Creator!

Luther stood barefoot on the Blood Sea, his aura sacred, his expression crazed. He opened his palms with unparalleled majesty to the serene Adam, proclaiming...

"Puff."

Something pierced through his chest and lungs, blocking all the words he wanted to say from his trachea.

I was... ambushed...

Who...?

Luther turned around, filled with immense shock and astonishment.

Then his eyes met those of a pair of molten gold eyes. The owner of the eyes had red hair, an exquisitely beautiful face, wore a pure white robe, and had a gentle demeanor.

M.

A second personality that split off from myself?

How could that be...

"What did I do..."

Not only him, but even M himself seemed shocked by this, a look of surprise appearing on his usually gentle face.

Even though she was very surprised, she did not retract the arm that was piercing through Luther's body.

"Whoosh..."

Below the two, the momentum of the Tide gradually subsided, and the invisible force that had been driving its surge was dissipating.

The sound of the Tide disappeared from Luther's ears once again.

"Feel sorry."

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Adam's figure quietly appeared. "Back in Tingen, I had already exerted some influence on her."

Luther looked into His eyes, a sudden "boom" resounded deep within his mind, and numerous memories materialized into images that flashed before his eyes one by one:

In the pitch-black night, in the public cemetery of Tingen, who had just crawled out of his grave and lost Cecilia Luther, was struggling in agony on the ground.

"Tap, tap..."

The perspective shifts to the depths of the cemetery, where a priest dressed in a clergyman's robe, with most of his face covered by a pale golden beard, emerges from the void. This is Adam, who has just found Luther's trail.

He looked at Luther on the ground with his pure golden eyes and shook his head almost imperceptibly. Then he stretched out a hand to Luther, and then suddenly stopped.

"Rip!"

The reason Adam stopped moving was that Luther forcibly tore open his own head!

To stop his suffering, he opened his head and released the Phantom Tide within!

It seemed as if some unseen force had prompted Luther to borrow power from the Tide and conjure up a red-haired, golden-eyed woman out of thin air. The woman's figure closely resembled Ms. M, but her eyes were cold and indifferent, as if she were looking down upon all life.

Adam watched this scene in silence.

Suddenly, the woman's image appeared in His golden eyes. In His eyes, the red-haired woman's expression became extremely holy, completely unlike her Indifference demeanor in reality.

He is interfering with the creation of the red-haired woman!

"Aaaaaah!"

Luther let out a scream of extreme pain. On the face of the woman he had sculpted, Indifference and holiness alternated and struggled against each other. In the end, the two forces were evenly matched and merged together, outlining a gentle and serene beauty.

M was born, and the memory ends here.

"Damn it..."

Luther cursed angrily.

Only then did he realize that his split personality actually held even more secrets... No wonder he hadn't discovered Adam's influence on the Mind Island; it turned out that He was using M to control him!

Adam, standing to the side, said calmly, "M is a product of my struggle against [God Almighty's ] will. On one hand, she is indeed part of your split personality; on the other hand, she is also influenced by [God Almighty's ] will, making you more likely to do things that awaken Him. At that time, I will intervene to bring you back to balance..."

Luther ignored it, only looking down at the blood-red color gradually disappearing from the ground below. The betrayed M severed his connection with the Chaos Sea, and the sound of the Tide in his mind slowly faded away until it was completely silent.

And so, his long-suppressed rebellion failed.