Killing the Desire Apostle

Luther left only one bullet in the magazine, then spun it shut, ready for the Lucky Roulette.

So, under Isengard's astonished gaze, he pressed the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

"Click, click"

The hammer struck empty air one after another, producing a crisp metallic clang.

After two consecutive misses, Luther frowned slightly. The odds of hitting the bullseye were starting to increase. From the third shot onwards, every time he pulled the trigger, there was a chance that the bullet would be fired and pierce his head.

In the previous few times, he often had to take the fall himself before he could accumulate enough Luck for the next Lucky Roulette.

"Click, click, click."

However, to his surprise, this time he was incredibly Luck. He fired five shots in a row, and each time he hit a spot where there were no bullets!

"Um?"

Luther looked slightly surprised as he removed the Revolver and gazed at the gun barrel, which had become increasingly radiant due to the accumulation of Spirituality.

When did I become so Luck?

"Cough cough."

The young man beneath their feet was still struggling; the Devil's vitality was truly tenacious.

Who cares, let's kill him first!

Luther decided to put the matter aside for the time being, considering it a stroke of Luck. He turned his gun around and aimed it at the Devil on the ground.

"Wait a minute! Cough cough, I have a lot of money."

"Bang!"

The enhanced bullet roared out, the terrifying recoil causing Luther's arm to swing upwards from the Revolver. Before the Devil beneath his feet could finish speaking, his head exploded, scattering red and white matter everywhere.

"Brush!"

The crimson cloak unfolded automatically, shielding Luther from the flying debris. The blood and tissue that landed on it quickly blended in and disappeared.

Sequence 5, Desire Apostle, successfully killed!

"As expected of Shepherd, he's even more powerful than I imagined."

Isengard walked up from a distance and said with emotion.

His original plan was to first meet up with Sherlock and Kaslana at Detective Sherlock's house, then combine their strength and, with the help of Beyonder Item and deception, ambush and kill their opponent. But plans don't always go as expected, and things ended up the way they are now.

Fortunately, at least the goal was achieved.

"Hmm, this guy's identity might be unusual."

Isengard walked to the body, examined it with Detective -like precision, and then pondered, "His clothing was very high-end, almost certainly custom-made. With a little investigation, we should be able to find some clues."

Luther glanced at him.

"Why go through all this trouble?"

After saying that, he directly opened his palm on the corpse.

"Call--"

A phantom-like, bone-chilling wind swept up and swirled above the corpse, generating a powerful suction that forcibly pulled out its soul and Beyonder Characteristic.

It was a phantom figure dressed in a high-class uniform, its facial features vaguely discernible, resembling the corpse on the ground!

"No!"

He cried out in despair, but could not resist the Shepherd's power and was forcibly sucked into Luther's palm. Two rows of illusory teeth then grew from Luther's palm, but they only bit him and did not swallow him immediately.

"Take it to Sherlock for Divination or Spirit Channeling reading, and everything will be clear, won't it?"

Luther said to Isengard.

". you're right."

Isengard paused for a second, then gave a wry smile.

Having worked Detective for so long, he couldn't help but Consciousness analyze problems from a reasoning perspective.

Luther, clutching the soul, was about to leave when he turned back and looked at the corpse on the ground.

It seems a bit troublesome to leave this thing on the ground.

"Don't worry, I contacted the official Extraordinary before I came."

Seeing this, Isengard said, "They'll handle it."

Official Extraordinary?

Luther frowned slightly.

"The Nighthawks?"

"No, it's Machinery Hivemind."

Isengard glanced at him and said, "Because Sherlock is a follower of the God of Steam, I invited them here."

Oh, so Klein was disguised as another believer. This is the first time I've known that.

Luther nodded slightly, then cut his palm.

"Whoosh--"

A spray of blood was flung out and simultaneously vaporized, spreading throughout the street. This was his use of Flesh and Blood Magic to disrupt the subsequent reconnaissance by official extraordinary individuals, preventing them from detecting him.

Of course, besides this place, he also needs to return to the Klein family home to erase the Detective's memories.

"Do not reveal my existence to any official Extraordinary Beings."

He said to Isengard.

"Certainly."

Isengard quickly replied, as he didn't want to mess with a Shepherd who could kill someone of the same Sequence 5.

"Mr. Stanton!"

"I'm so glad you're alright, Isengard!"

The two walked back to 13 Minsk Street, where the Detective were still uneasy. They breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Isengard, but they soon noticed Luther behind the elderly Detective.

Oh, right, this person was just now.

Everyone is looking at me.

Before the Detective could even ask a question, Luther spoke first. His eyes glowed with a faint gold, and his voice seemed to resonate deep within everyone's hearts. Among those present, apart from Klein and Isengard, even Kaslana did the same, staring blankly into his eyes.

"From this moment on, you will forget everything about me."

Luther implied that he would erase himself from their memories.

After finishing these clean-up tasks, he held the soul of the "Desire Apostle" in his hand and walked into the living room with Klein and Isengard. As for why he controlled Kaslana, it was because Luther felt that her level was slightly lower, and the fewer people who knew about this, the better.

"Meow."

Inside the living room, the little black cat jumped off the chair with its tail held high and meowed at Luther, seemingly blaming him for abandoning it.

"Okay, go to the side first."

Luther used his free hand to scoop up the cat by the belly and placed it on the table next to him. The cat didn't struggle; it just sat on the table looking at Luther, its tail curling up and covering its front paws.

"So, is there any way to investigate any clues?"

He said to Klein.

Of course there is, although the best way is to bring him Above the Gray Fog.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then said, "I'll try to do Divination."

Although he could Spirit Channeling, if Spirit Channeling in the Real World, he would inevitably have to pray to the gods for power. If he pretended to be a follower of the God of Steam in front of Isengard, but was actually praying to the Evernight Goddess, he would probably be exposed immediately.

He quickly took out paper and pen and wrote down the Divination statement:

The identity and purpose of this soul.

"Meow?"

The little black cat on the table looked at him curiously, its tiny head turning with his wrist.

Klein held the note in one hand and touched the struggling, wailing soul in Luther's grasp with the other. He silently recited the Divination seven times, then slumped back in his chair and drifted into Dream.