You Are the Fool?

Mr. A, who was immersed in extreme pain, suddenly felt a strange fluctuation.

Opposite him, the newly appointed Shepherd's demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation in an instant. His previously mottled and chaotic soul became harmonious and unified, and the Lamb within him became submissive and obedient, completely submitting to the control of his master!

"How is that possible!"

Mr. A exclaimed in disarray. As Shepherd himself, he understood all too well how difficult it was to achieve such a state. Even after being Shepherd for many years, his soul could not match his movements. He had only ever seen a similar state in High Sequence beings such as the Saint Tenebrous.

Did this guy complete the journey he hadn't finished in an instant?!

Mr. A's eyes flickered; he wavered.

After such a long battle, he was exhausted, and if he continued to fight, he would probably be no match for his opponent.

As a believer, Mr. A's faith was unwavering and fanatical; he was willing to give his life for the Lord at any time. However, if his sacrifice could not strike a blow to the other side, then his death would be nothing more than a waste.

"Brush!"

A transparent, ancient book appeared before him, its pages turning incessantly under an unseen force. A faint, ethereal voice then arose:

"I came, I saw, I remembered."

"Puff!"

Just as Mr. A was trying to teleport away in a strange way, Luther on the other side suddenly moved. He picked up the dagger that "Cecilia" had dropped from the ground and stabbed it into his left arm!

"Aaaaaah!"

The intense pain was faithfully and mercilessly transmitted to Mr. A. He felt that his left arm was suffering unimaginable torment, and it immediately convulsed in pain, so much so that he could not even support the imaginary book!

"Splash!"

The book fell to the ground and quickly disappeared.

His teleportation was interrupted!

Damn it!

Mr. A was both anxious and angry, his left hand hanging limply at his side. He glared at Luther, but the next second, his eyes became dull.

He saw Luther pressing a silver Revolver against his temple, giving Mr. A cruel and insane smile, and slowly pulling the trigger.

"Bang!"

The gunshot rang out, and Mr. A's brain was immediately overwhelmed by endless pain. It was as if his nerves had become fiery and scalding, threatening to boil his brain matter completely!

He couldn't even cry out in pain before collapsing to the ground, clutching his head, his body arching like a shrimp, convulsing.

On the other side, Luther wasn't faring much better. A rose bloomed on one side of his head, with a faint grayish-white hue swirling within the crimson blossoms. However, he struggled to maintain his stance, staring at Mr. A with a malevolent gaze.

"Call!"

Beneath Luther's feet, his shadow, so thick it seemed almost alive, began to move. Empowered by the Divinity within him, his shadow became incredibly solid, pitch black, so deep that even sunlight could not illuminate it!

The shadow crawled forward rapidly, quickly merging into Mr. A's shadow.

Mr. A's shadow resisted fiercely, but Luther's shadow was clearly stronger, and it quickly overwhelmed the other side, seizing control of Mr. A's shadow.

"You!"

A look of surprise appeared on Mr. A's handsome face, but in the next moment, the shadow surged up, tightly enveloping his body and locking him in the thick black shadow, leaving only his head outside.

Luther dragged his body, walking step by step toward Mr. A.

Crimson magma surged in his hand, and in an instant, a blazing magma Greatsword was regenerated. Trapped by the shadow, Mr. A could hardly struggle, watching as Luther walked towards him, raising the Greatsword burning with blue flames high.

Who are you?!

Mr. A roared in despair and anger.

Luther looked at him with crazed blue eyes and calmly replied:

"The one who will kill your master and destroy your organization."

"Brush!"

The Greatsword swung down vertically, easily severing Mr. A's head, which fell to the ground with a thud and rolled around.

"Destroyed the Aurora Order, killed my master? You're dreaming!"

Even after his head was severed, Mr. A did not die immediately. As his head rolled, it continued to Curse Luther, "You will be killed by the Angel of the Lord, along with that Fool you believed in!"

"Yeah?"

Luther raised his sword again. "Then you can wait in hell."

Just then, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the distant sky.

Spirituality intuition is warning that a powerful being is rapidly approaching!

This is Backlund, where the strongest figures from the Three Great Churches and the kingdom have gathered. The battle between Luther and Mr. A has lasted so long, and they have even invoked two deities during it; it was only a matter of time before they were discovered.

We must leave immediately!

With that in mind, Luther acted without hesitation.

Suddenly, the hem of his blood-red robe stretched out, enveloping and swallowing Mr. A's body and head. Then, his body transformed into a shadow, disappearing into the Shadow World, concealing his presence, and fleeing swiftly away from the powerful figure.

"Swish swish!"

The shadows moved Concealment and swiftly, becoming difficult to discern in the gradually darkening street.

Just as Luther was about to leave the neighborhood, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small black protrusion under a streetlamp. Upon closer inspection, it looked like a small black cat, its body covered in dirty Black Snow, curled up and motionless.

In the darkness, it slightly opened its eyes, and a faint blue light flickered.

Yes, that kitten from that day?

Black cats rarely have blue eyes, Luther instinctively felt that this kitten was the same one he had encountered the night he killed Lanevus. He had promised Cecilia that he would adopt it after her mental illness was cured.

The thought of Cecilia sent a deep, visceral pain through Luther.

He couldn't help but turn around, risking being caught by the powerful figure, and rushed to the kitten. His shadow flickered, enveloping the kitten's gradually cooling body, before he continued his escape.

Fortunately, this incident did not affect his safety. He successfully left the scene before the powerful figure arrived, only sensing the howling Gale in the sky from afar.

"Brush!"

Once Luther was completely safe, he had already hidden deep in a dark alley in the East Borough, slowly sitting down against the wall. Before he could even catch his breath, a deep red light surged from the void before his eyes, completely engulfing him.

Luther felt as if he had passed through a layer of illusory fog. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that he was above an endless gray-white fog, with an ancient and mottled Bronze Long Table in front of him.

Is this the place I saw in my Illusion before?

He slowly turned his head and saw, in turn, a magnificent Palace supported by towering stone pillars, and a peculiar figure at the Bronze Long Table.

The figure was shrouded in thick fog, making it appear exceptionally mysterious, tall, and profound.

Luther suddenly realized something, stood up and bowed to the other party.

"Are you the Fool?"