First Grazing
East Borough, late at night.
"Aaaaaah!"
A piercing scream suddenly rang out from the depths of the street; the pain of the person who made the sound was so real that it seemed to penetrate the eardrums and permeate the brain.
The surroundings were quiet. The nearby residents must have heard the noise, but no one came out to see what had happened. Even the homeless people who had been lying around sheltering from the wind secretly got up and ran away.
In the East Borough, curious people often die quickly.
The Crimson Moonlight gently shone down, illuminating the fallen extraordinary being. A terrible Curse descended upon him; invisible blades pierced his chest, creating a horrific wound so deep that his ribs and internal organs were exposed.
Even now, the wound continues to Corrosion and spread!
Not only were there physical injuries, but his mind also suffered a tremendous shock. Mad words filled his mind, tormenting his Consciousness. The voices echoed in his head, Distortion, obsessive, and seemingly never-ending. The originally Distortion and chaotic voices were slowly becoming clearer.
He's almost able to understand language!
The extraordinary individual screamed and struggled, his survival instinct forcing him to maintain his chaotic Consciousness. He pressed his fingers to the wound and smeared them on his shoulder.
Brush!
The injury that was originally on the chest was somehow moved to the arm by the fingers!
Although his arm was immediately broken and Corrosion by the Curse, his physical condition improved considerably. He struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with terror.
That's too dangerous!
This Filth and insane feeling, there's no mistaking it, it's the Oracle of the Aurora Order!
Why would an ordinary gang Aurora Order?
"May the Lord's grace always be with me, and may His glory bathe and nourish me..."
The words echoed in his mind, finally becoming clear and audible. Each sound struck his will heavily. He struggled to drag his heavy body toward the alley entrance.
This matter must be reported to His Your Excellency the Ambassador.
"He revived my soul, and for his name he led me to salvation..."
The voices amplified, overlapped, and profoundly affected his mind... No, no!
It wasn't that the voice got louder; it was that someone was reciting a prayer in sync outside his head!
In despair, he saw Luther's handsome yet eerie figure appear at the alley entrance. Accompanied by his soft chanting, the Filth and Degeneration voice penetrated his body and acted directly on his mind.
"Praise the glory of the Lord; you should be the Lamb."
Luther said.
As he uttered these prayers, there was no piety on his face. On the contrary, he appeared extremely disgusted, his fingers contemptuously tracing four dots on his chest, forming an inverted cross.
Opposite him, the body of the unknown extraordinary being had already collapsed.
Curse and Language of Foulness acted simultaneously within and outside his body, pushing both his mind and body to their limits. With a crash, his Flesh shattered, spilling onto the ground to form a pool of mud, which, under the Crimson Moonlight, resembled a magnificent, blooming crimson rose.
Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!
Countless mouths sprouted from that Flesh rose, singing and praising it.
Luther stepped forward slowly.
Ignoring the annoying praise, he opened his palm toward the corpse—if that thing could still be called a corpse.
"Grazing!"
His once azure eyes turned bloodshot, as if they were filled with blood.
"Sing--"
A bone-chilling wind emanated from his hand and blew toward the crimson rose. The wind, cold as if freezing to the bone, carried an extreme thirst and swirled above the corpse, creating a powerful suction.
Something transparent was slowly being drawn out of the house.
It was a transparent figure; from its outline, one could barely make out a resemblance to the original body. The transparent figure's expression Distortion.
His mouth gaped open, as if he were experiencing immense pain. He tried his best to resist Luther's pull, but he was still unable to resist being pulled away.
The Star of dark green light emanated from the Flesh, swirling up and merging into the transparent figure.
"Aaaaaah!"
Finally, the soul of this unknown extraordinary being was completely pulled out of his body, carrying his Beyonder Characteristic, and placed into Luther's palm.
Lamb acquired, success!
Luther looked at the swirling soul in his palm. The almost transparent soul writhed, occasionally revealing a face filled with pain. If he wanted, he could take it into his body at any time and herd Grazing.
But before that, he wanted to get some information out of this guy.
Slightly clench your soul, and an invisible force transforms into a long whip that lashes down fiercely, like a lashing whip on Lamb.
"Aaaaaah!"
The pain immediately made the wisp of soul scream.
Who's behind you?
Luther asked.
"Bakerland Jean Madan!"
The face on the spirit's head showed a pained expression. "Intis to Backlund! We are his intelligence agents!"
The spiritual connection with the Lamb confirmed to Luther that the other party was not lying.
What kind of manuscript are you tracking?
"It's Helmosuin's manuscript, containing the design scheme for the Third-Generation Differential Engine!"
The other party responded very cooperatively.
"And who is the side you are fighting against?"
"MI9, the official intelligence organization of Loen... Spare me! Stop!"
Thank you for your cooperation.
Luther nodded, then clenched his fist and, amidst the other's screams, swallowed him whole.
It was a very strange experience. Luther could feel the other person's soul flowing down his arm into his body and eventually settling into an empty space. Shepherd can Grazing a total of seven souls. Counting the "Pyromaniac" who had already Grazing and the soul that could not be used, he still had four empty spaces in his body to choose from.
After the unknown soul was placed in the empty space, the connection between the two souls became even stronger. Luther could sense his Characteristic and the abilities that those Characteristic brought.
It turns out that this extraordinary being is the "Faceless" who occupies Sequence 6.
The Faceless's greatest ability is his ability to change his appearance at will, easily Mimic anyone he has ever met, and even Mimic their voice. While the "Rose Bishop" can also change his appearance, it mainly controls his Flesh; it would be extremely difficult for him to completely Mimic the Faceless's facial features.
In addition, the "Faceless" also has a variety of abilities such as "Divination", "Air Bullet", "Fire Control", "Paper Figurine Substitute", and "Damage Transfer". However, he cannot use all of these abilities; he can only choose three. Luther must make a choice immediately, and once his soul is fixed in his body, he cannot choose any more.
Which one to choose?
Luther began to think.
"Appearance Modification" is definitely a must-have option, but what else?