Wolf and Shepherd

Luther heard the Lamb crying.

Just a dozen seconds ago, he was in his bedroom, holding his cat and looking up at the Crimson Moon. Suddenly, a mournful sound entered his ears without warning. The sound seemed to come from a very far place, very faint, yet incredibly clear, as if it were directly affecting his soul.

The voice was calling to him, pleading for his salvation.

It's Lamb!

My Lamb has been hurt!

Among the hundreds of connections between souls, one suddenly became unstable, as if the other end was about to lose its life force. Luther's Spiritual Intuition immediately told him what had happened.

He felt the connection growing weaker and weaker, and pinpointed the Lamb's location.

Is it at the textile factory?

It's too far; if I run there, I definitely won't make it in time!

After a moment's thought, Luther quickly stood up and activated "Grazing" at the same time. Inside his body, Mr. A's soul struggled and howled, forcibly driven, and also activated the "Grazing" ability.

"Grazing" superimposed on "Grazing"!

Mr. A was forcibly driven to Grazing, his ability being— Apprentice Pathway Sequence 6, the Scribe's ability, "Record"!

"Splash!"

A phantom ancient book formed before Luther, its pages flipping rapidly, followed by a high-pitched, ethereal voice:

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

The book Record a powerful ability called "Travel," which allows him to overcome spatial barriers and travel directly to his destination through the Spirit World!

"Boom--"

Luther felt his Spirituality rapidly draining away, as if a dam had been opened to release floodwaters. At this moment, his Spirituality was simultaneously undertaking two tasks of "Grazing" and one of "Record," resulting in an unprecedented level of depletion!

"Creak--"

Fortunately, the semi-transparent door was finally completed, and the "Travel" was successfully initiated. Although the "Record" effect is much worse than the original ability, and it's a one-time use, it's enough for the current situation!

"Luna, guard the house."

Luther tossed the black cat in his arms, which swung its tail in mid-air to adjust its body and landed steadily on the bed. It looked at Luther with reproachful blue eyes and meowed.

Luther didn't care about that anymore. He hurriedly stepped into the opened door. His body Spirit World Traversal for a very short moment, and the surrounding colors instantly became brighter, blurring the boundaries between things.

When the surroundings became clear again, he had arrived at the open space of the factory and saw the ugly and terrifying Monster under the blood-red moonlight, as well as the corpse lying behind the Monster —his Lamb, which was already dead.

He was a weathered old man, his abdomen ripped out, and his face still held a look of resentment as he died.

Old Jack.

When Luther saw the deceased's face clearly, the name immediately popped into his mind.

The Shepherd's Beyonder Characteristic allowed him to have a clear grasp of the Flock and understand the situation of each Lamb. In particular, Luther had also established files, which gave him even more relevant information.

The more he knew, the angrier he became.

This poor old man had suffered greatly in the first half of his life, and in his later years he was homeless, only recently achieving a stable life. He was very grateful to Luther and worked very hard, always being the last to leave the factory every day.

As Luther stared at the corpse, his expression gradually turned ferocious.

A faint, lingering soul floated up from the corpse, drifting towards him through an invisible connection, merging with his Spirituality. He could feel the deceased's resentment, their intense pain, and their extreme emotions.

The dead Lamb becomes one with the Shepherd in this way.

Luther endured this pain, and in response to the Lamb's emotions, he coldly looked at the Monster.

The Werewolf under the moonlight bared its blood-stained teeth, its black fur trembling menacingly. The Crimson Moon seemed to have driven it to extreme madness and unbridled Indulgence, its bloodlust surging ever higher.

"Roar--"

It seemed to have completely lost its mind, roaring at the presence that had suddenly appeared on the battlefield. Then, it pushed off the ground with both feet and pounced forward. The Werewolf craved blood and the feeling of soft entrails bursting in its mouth. As if it were thirsty, it opened its mouth wide and bit at the exposed neck of its opponent!

What greeted the beast was a ball of crimson flame.

"Boom!"

Flames exploded inside its mouth, the extreme heat instantly scorching its oral cavity, leaving its tongue shriveled and charred.

"Waaah--"

The intense pain in its mouth jolted the Werewolf into a groan, its forward momentum instantly halted, and it came to a painful stop. Instinctively, it raised its hands to cover its mouth. However, only one arm was able to be raised.

"?"

The Werewolf looked down in a daze and realized that where his left arm used to be, it was now bald. The arm, covered in black hair and with sharp, long nails, was now being held in the hand of the person in the red robe opposite him.

Blood gushed from the severed limb, and it belatedly felt the pain.

"Roar!"

The Werewolf roared again, but this time the roar sounded somewhat weak, more like a show of bravado than substance.

The severed limb healed rapidly, and it suddenly turned around, ready to flee into the distance. However, the shadow beneath its feet disapproved of this idea, betraying its master and transforming into a jet-black liquid that entangled its ankle.

"Bang!"

The Werewolf fell heavily to the ground. As it struggled to its feet, it saw Luther expression had now calmed, standing before it.

"You like to eat people?"

He asked that question.

The Werewolf saw that his arm, which he was holding, suddenly melted into a ball of red liquid and flowed into his mouth.

"Ughhhhh."

The Werewolf struggled, its body entangled in a dark shadow, rendering it completely immobile. The madness in its eyes had been replaced by extreme fear, and its mouth was forcibly opened to receive the injection.

After one arm came his other limbs. In just a few minutes, the once terrifying beast had transformed into a bizarre and comical creature, resembling a bloated, limbless spider.

A tenacious life may not always be a good thing; even in such circumstances, it still maintains its clarity and vitality.

Luther had no intention of letting him off the hook.

"By the Goddess above."

Near the wall, Cons, lying on the ground, stared wide-eyed, hardly believing what he was seeing.

What Pathway of extraordinary person is this?

That's terrifying!

Although the other person's appearance saved him, their reckless actions also made him feel threatened. What if, after dealing with the Werewolf, they turned on him?

Thank you to reader Scorpio Yan for the 200 Qidian coins.