I Am Mr. A

"Huff, huff"

The knight in black breathed heavily in the Fog, pulling back his helmet to reveal his true face—it was Luther, Leomaster Ascetic had seen in his dream!

"Help! Help me!"

His completely black eyes, devoid of any whites, looked at Luther, a pleading light shining on his aged face.

"Shut up!"

Immediately, Leomaster let out a curse, and his expression changed again. A scarlet light surged in his eyes, and his wrinkles Distortion, sending chills down one's spine.

"Shepherd?"

His gaze lingered for a moment on Luther's blood-red robe before finally settling on Luther's face. It was a face that was both delicate and handsome, bearing the morbid and insane expression of this Pathway.

Leomaster frowned slightly, feeling that he did indeed recall seeing this person before.

"Greetings, Your Excellency Saint of Darkness. I am the Oracle in charge of the Backlund Pastoral District; they all call me Mr. A."

Luther, wearing Mr. A's face, spoke respectfully to the other party.

At this moment, he used the "Faceless's" disguise ability for the first time in order to deceive the "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster. At this moment, his appearance was exactly the same as the real Mr. A. In order to make them similar on a Spirituality level, he even made the soul of Mr. A in his body active and emit its own fluctuations.

Mr. A's memories had already been thoroughly investigated by M. He was not familiar with the "Saint of Darkness". The High Sequence powerhouse in charge of Loen was the "Saint Tenebrous". Mr. A and the "Saint of Darkness" had only crossed paths at certain gatherings and had met each other once.

Therefore, with this level of disguise, even if the other party is Sequence 4 Black Knight, they wouldn't be able to detect the problem!

Moreover, Leomaster is currently in extremely poor condition!

"Oracle A."

He scrutinized Luther. "You found my finger?"

"Yes, I found your finger in the sea near the God War Ruins and rushed over to rescue you."

Luther answered respectfully, mimicking Mr. A's attitude when facing "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster, just as he remembered. He was on edge, not daring to relax for a moment.

At the same time, Luther manipulated the soul of Mr. A within him, causing Mr. A to Grazing his Lamb —the Sequence 5 Demoness of Affliction. Invisible pathogens quietly emerged from around Luther, spreading along the Fog and entering the body of "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster.

"Disguise" plus "disease"!

Grazing at the same time!

The power that the Tide bestowed upon him!

Facing a Sequence 4, Luther didn't intend to be reckless. He wanted to gain the upper hand as much as possible, releasing Plague with the longest incubation period and the least early-stage impact. Given Leomaster's current state, even if he experienced some physical problems, he would attribute them to his mental state and ignore them in the short term.

"Why are you here instead of in Backlund?"

"Leomaster asked."

As an extraordinary being on the Secrets Suppliant Pathway, he seemed more rational than those fanatics. No, any believer in the True Creator would certainly not be a rational person; he simply concealed his madness when his faith was not involved.

None of those extraordinary individuals who can ascend to the rank of Saint are fools!

"I followed the Lord's will,"

Luther replied with a devout expression, "All who believe in the Lord will be saved."

He started by quoting a passage from the scriptures, then continued, "After you went missing, we organized another pilgrimage, and I applied to join, which led me to this area."

"A new pilgrimage group?"

"Yes, everyone else is waiting outside the island."

Luther continued lying without batting an eye, releasing "Plague" and feeling the pathogens spread within the Black Knight's body. "I will take you away from here, you don't need to worry."

"No! You Error the Lord's will."

The Red Light in Leomaster's eyes suddenly faded, and he said to Luther with a pained expression.

"Snap!"

He only managed to utter the first words before his hand, covered by black gauntlets, silenced him. At the same time, his body trembled violently, his expression shifting between pain and madness, and the shadow beneath him swayed wildly, like a Distortion Monster!

Seeing Leomaster's frenzied state, Luther wished he could continue for a little longer.

Why are you alright?

However, once he regained his composure, he suddenly posed this question to Luther.

"Revered Saint, for I Grazing a 'Dreamwalker'."

Luther was prepared for this and replied with a bow, "This is Lamb I recently acquired. I used his psychological abilities to maintain my mental stability."

Is that so?

Leomaster nodded, the plates of his armor rubbing together. The shadow beneath him receded slightly, as if he had recovered to some extent.

He stared at Luther in silence, seemingly lost in thought.

The opportunity has arrived!

"Your Excellency."

Luther stepped forward and said sincerely, "You seem to be affected by the special characteristics of this island. Perhaps I can use my ability to Grazing Lamb to help you mend your split personality."

If the "Saint of Darkness" Leomaster really dares to let him touch his mind, then Luther certainly won't heal him. Instead, he'll take the opportunity to sabotage him, causing his already crumbling mind to plummet to the edge of collapse!

Of course, one shouldn't appear too eager, as that would only arouse suspicion. Just continue to act as Mr. A has done before; even if it doesn't succeed, it can delay things for a while, allowing the disease to develop stronger.

In Leomaster's eyes, a scarlet light flickered incessantly.

"Can."

He said, "This damn cowardly personality keeps yelling in my ear, trying to shake my loyalty to the Lord. I've wanted to get rid of him for a long time! So, what should I do?"

Have they taken the bait?

". OK."

Luther took a deep breath. "Please trust me and relax. I will touch your Consciousness and integrate your split personality."

The "Saint of Darkness" closed his eyes as instructed, simultaneously lowering his mental defenses and awaiting Luther's treatment.

Please wait a moment.

Luther said softly, approaching him step by step. Behind Leomaster, M's figure appeared silently. She raised her slender hands, her round, white fingers pointing at Leomaster's head.

"I heard the will of the Lord."

"Leomaster suddenly said."

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, devout and fanatical.

He said, "You are a blasphemer."

"Brush!"

A jet-black Greatsword instantly materialized in his palm, stabbing fiercely and swiftly towards Luther's body.