Your Lambs Aren't Bad

You deserve to die!

Mr. A shouted in utter rage, his handsome face Distortion like a demon. Luther's trash talk was too effective, thoroughly enraging this devout fanatic.

A fierce gale gathered around him, preventing the scattered snowflakes from falling and instead swirling them into powerful gusts of Gale.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Mr. A manipulated the gale, sending blades of wind blowing towards Luther.

"Puff!"

The wind blades sliced through the ground, leaving deep trenches, easily tearing Luther's figure apart. His body was swept up by the wind, flattened, shrank, and finally became countless pieces of paper, which scattered and fell.

Under the dim streetlights, his figure quietly emerged.

The Faceless, the "Paper Figurine Substitute"!

An invisible Gale carried Mr. A's body as his gaze swept across the street. Almost the instant Luther appeared, he locked onto Luther's location, and as several wind blades slashed down, his true form flew close in.

This is troublesome, this guy can fly!

Luther cursed inwardly, quickly drew his Revolver, took a quick aim at the rapidly moving Mr. A, and fired.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet, imbued with extraordinary power and engraved with mysterious patterns on its base, instantly traversed the distance between the two men and struck Mr. A precisely in both eyes.

"Boom!"

Mr. A suddenly stopped in mid-air. A gale howled in front of him, and the two bullets were affected by the gale, deviating from their course and grazing Mr. A's side before flying crookedly into the distance.

However, Luther also seized this opportunity to rush to the area beneath Mr. A, quickly closing the distance between the two. At this moment, he was wearing a black iron glove on his right hand, and his figure suddenly became tall and majestic, as if every word and action of his had become an unassailable law.

"Get down!"

He pointed at the other man with his black iron-colored glove, and two blinding flashes of light suddenly appeared in his pupils.

"The Interrogator," "Mental Piercing!"

With the enhancement of Beyonder Item of the same Sequence, the power of this attack far exceeds that of a normal Sequence 6!

Mr. A, who was floating in the air, suddenly stopped, then clutched his head and cried out in pain silently. The wind that was supporting him immediately became chaotic, and his body fell from the sky. This was the opportunity that Luther had been waiting for. As Mr. A fell, his body quickly rose and "Devil Transformation" once again, and the "Sword of Lava" slashed fiercely at Mr. A.

"Boom!"

A dull thud followed, and the shockwave traveled through the Sword of Lava to Luther's hand. Even though he had completed his Devil Transformation and his strength had increased significantly, the strong recoil still almost made him lose his grip on the sword.

Um?

A flicker of surprise crossed Luther's Devil eyes. He saw that the Sword of Lava, burning with blue flames, had been blocked by another Greatsword of the same design. Behind the sword, Mr. A was sneering at him, his handsome face contorted into a terrifying grimace by his Devil Transformation.

He also Grazing a "Devil"!

"Boom!"

Surprised, Luther suddenly exerted force with his arm, deflecting Mr. A's Sword of Lava. The latter spread his bat wings and landed, his face filled with cold malice.

"Faceless, Devil, Pyromaniac, how long have you been Shepherd? The Lamb are of decent quality."

He said.

Not long, just a few months.

Luther thought to himself, then gave Mr. A cold laugh, "Nightmare, Wind-blessed, Devil, your Lamb is still alright."

Besides the Beyonder Ability he just mentioned, Mr. A also has a peculiar teleportation ability, but Luther is unsure if it's just simple teleportation; the strange incantation "I came, I saw, I recorded" might be related to it.

"Is it just [okay]?"

Mr. A grinned, as if revealing a sinister smile. "Then it seems I'll have to demonstrate more of my Lamb abilities to broaden your horizons. But my collection is quite extensive; can you handle it?"

He carried the Sword of Lava and slowly walked towards Luther.

You can give it a try.

Luther said softly, raising his Greatsword in front of him.

Black snowflakes fell in a flurry, but before they could get close, they were vaporized by the Devil Transformation bodies and the intense heat emanating from the Sword of Lava. A layer of mist quickly enveloped the two of them, and from the outside, one could only see faint, shimmering blue light within.

"Boom!"

The Sword of Lava collided, and the eerie blue flames Storm and burned fiercely. The impact instantly dispersed the water vapor, revealing the two men's hideous and terrifying bodies.

Through the giant sword, Luther could clearly see the deep-seated hatred on Mr. A's face.

He couldn't empathize with the fanatical Cultist; he simply pressed his palm down forcefully, pushing it towards the other side.

"Sizzle."

Mr. A quickly sheathed his sword, his Sword of Lava grazing Luther's blade. He skillfully turned the sword in an arc, causing Luther to strike empty air, while he twisted the hilt and thrust it towards Luther's heart.

This guy's practiced swordsmanship!

Luther immediately understood.

Compared to his opponent, he had only learned rudimentary longsword slashing techniques from his martial Teacher Gawain during his time in Tingen. In previous battles, he had relied on sheer physical strength and Spirituality to overwhelm his opponents. Now, facing an evenly matched opponent, his lack of skill began to surface, becoming his Achilles' heel.

Of course, he also has more obvious strengths.

Before Mr. A's Sword of Lava could pierce Luther's body, a ball of eerie blue flame exploded behind Mr. A, and Luther's body suddenly appeared amidst the sulfurous flames.

"Devil Transformation" is accompanied by "Flaming Jump"!

This is a technique that only he can use; it's an advantage brought by his Golden Finger!

Mr. A was in a thrusting position and his body was difficult to adjust, so Luther took advantage of the situation and slashed him in the back with his sword.

"Laugh!"

The intense heat seared the Flesh, and a heavy, arduous resistance came from within. The Devil's body had extremely high defense; it couldn't pierce through Mr. A, only leaving a deep wound. The wound was dark black and emitted a burnt, foul odor.

"Snort!"

Mr. A was slashed and stumbled forward a step, then turned around sharply, his bloodshot eyes blazing with fury.

The terrible wound healed rapidly; for the Shepherd, such an injury was nothing. He quickly caught up with Luther, Sword of Lava swung down at him once more.

The two maintained their Devil forms, slashing at each other. Mr. A's swordsmanship was superior, but Luther could simultaneously command other souls. Although both healed quickly after being injured, Luther sustained significantly fewer wounds than Mr. A, and the scales of victory were gradually tipping in his favor.

"Boom!"

After another violent collision, Mr. A took several steps back and canceled his Devil Transformation.

He looked somewhat disheveled.

"Cough cough!"

Luther raised his Sword of Lava high at him, but before he could swing it down, he suddenly lowered his head and coughed!