Backlund Aurora Order, Completely Annihilated

"Your Excellency, Oracle."

The first believer to come forward was portly. "My day job is in the Police Department. Although I nominally serve the king, I always believe in the one true savior. I use my position to obtain firsthand intelligence for the organization."

"Several times before, the Church evil gods has tried to destroy us. With the help of the information I provided, the organization Destruction their plans. Not only did they fail, but they also lost many of their henchmen."

"Well done!"

"That despicable Church of evil gods obstructs the Lord's return; they deserve it!"

The believers praised it.

"Very good."

Luther nodded in praise, gestured for him to stand aside, and then looked at the next person who came over.

"Oracle Your Excellency, my family is obstructing my faith in the Lord and remains unrepentant, even threatening to denounce me."

This believer was a middle-aged woman with disheveled hair, but her face radiated a happy smile. "So I prayed to the Lord for salvation, and in His mercy, He bestowed grace, allowing even my deluded family members to bask in His glory."

Okay, following the Traitor, here comes another one who sacrificed his entire family.

Luther once again expressed his approval and continued to Listening the next believer's confession. Ultimately, he concluded that none of these people were innocent.

Since that's the case, what else is there to say?

"My Oracle, we should be devout enough to receive your protection."

These believers, their minds utterly mad, asked this question, their eyes gleaming. By sharing their faith in the Lord, they felt a resonance among themselves and needed even more affirmation from Oracle for their actions.

"Of course."

Luther smiled and tapped his chest four times with his fingers, from bottom to top and from right to left, forming an inverted cross shape.

"You are all devout believers in the Lord, contributing to the restoration of His glory to the earth."

His words brought smiles to everyone present, especially the young man, who was extremely excited, as if his life had been praised.

However, their smiles soon faded.

Because Luther's next sentence is as follows:

"It's really hard on you guys to believe a Lunatic hanging upside down with his head throbbing. Fools do attract each other, after all."

"Oracle, what are you saying?"

Everyone was utterly confused and couldn't react for a moment.

"I mean, you're all mentally ill idiots."

With Mr. A's face on his head, Luther sneered contemptuously, uttering words that were utterly blasphemous to them, "So you believe in your Lord so much, huh? Fine, then I'll send you to hell first. You wait a moment, I'll soon bring your Lord down to join you."

With that, he raised his hand.

"Bang!"

The obese police station mole burst into a crimson bloom, scattering pieces of Flesh everywhere, landing on others. Those stained with this Flesh and blood swelled up and exploded rapidly. In a chain reaction, all the believers were turned into Flesh in a very short time.

At this point, besides Luther, the only other person still standing was that young man.

"This is..."

The young man, his face pale as if he couldn't accept the situation, his lips trembling, suddenly laughed, "I know! This must be the Oracle testing us, right!"

"Test my ass, they were just killed by me."

Luther walked up to him and patted his cheek. "And I am not the so-called Oracle you know. The Oracle you knew was killed and eaten by me long ago."

"Brush!"

He stopped using the "Faceless's" abilities and reverted to his original appearance.

As the young man looked at Luther's unfamiliar face, a look of fear gradually crept onto his face.

"You are not the Oracle, who are you!"

"I am the one who Destruction your Aurora Order. All those missing followers were eliminated by me," Luther replied. "I was originally worried that the remaining followers were too difficult to find, but thanks to your help, I was able to wipe them all out in one fell swoop."

The young believer seemed to slowly understand the meaning behind his words, and his face became extremely Distortion.

Was it pain, despair, or self-blame and regret?

Luther didn't know, nor was he interested in studying it. After expressing his gratitude, he pressed his hand against the other's chest, transforming him into a blooming rose as well.

Thus, the Backlund Aurora Order was completely extinguished.

"Did you see that, Mr. A?"

Standing atop the pool of blood, at the heart of Mr. A's prized lair, Luther muttered to himself, "The Backlund Aurora Order you painstakingly built has been utterly destroyed by me."

"Boom!"

He could feel that somewhere within him, Mr. A's Grazing soul was reacting violently, his anger seemingly about to overflow through Luther's Flesh.

"Quiet."

Luther said that the Shepherd's power then activated, punishing the disobedient "Lamb."

"Smack!"

An invisible whip lashed at Mr. A's soul, and he seemed to hear the other's shrill scream, causing the corners of his mouth to involuntarily lift slightly.

Looking around, he felt that the house had no value left.

Let's just sell it.

I wonder how much the deeds to this house, along with those to houses in several other districts, could fetch together. If I sell it slowly, it will definitely be worth more. But if I'm in a hurry to sell, I'll likely get a lower price.

Let's sell it directly to Miss Audrey.

Luther thought to himself, "I'll use the market average price as collateral, and she can help me resell them gradually. Then, I'll use that as start-up capital for the factory. Several houses like that should fetch at least tens of thousands of pounds."

He had already decided to open a textile factory in the East Borough, using the Lamb from his own Flock. Of course, the children wouldn't have to work full-time; they could do some simple work in their spare time after school.

Miss Audrey seemed to have used some connections to present their project as a more formal foundation—a non-profit organization dedicated to helping the poor. She also used her persuasive skills to get her parents to express cautious support—whether it would actually work out remained to be seen.

But at least for now, selling these houses guarantees the funding for starting the factory. As for whether Aurora Order might come looking to reclaim the property, Luther thinks the chances are slim. The houses belong to Mr. A of Backlund, and outside members wouldn't know that.

Of course, if you ask whether Luther felt bad about throwing all that money into the factory, then of course he did.

But for the sake of the Acting, and also for the sense of responsibility that had unconsciously arisen within him, he still felt he should do it.