Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 636 Teacher, what brings you here?

Chapter 636 Teacher, what brings you here?

"Bang!"

After the gunshot, a man in red gloves was shot by his own comrade and fell to the ground.

Seeing that his ability was working, Louis Wayne did not hesitate and used the same move again, using the "invisible hand" to control another red glove and attempt to attack the others.

However, the Red Gloves quickly discovered his actions, not only swiftly restraining the team member but also drawing a line of men to fire a volley at him in front of the window.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The bullet shattered the glass and struck Louis Wayne, but the cloak wrapped around him immediately activated, surging to protect him. The bullet thudded onto the cloak and was completely absorbed.

"Oh..."

Mr. X chuckled softly, and a phantom book, slowly turning its pages, immediately appeared in his eyes. At the same time, he parted his lips slightly and uttered a profound and ethereal incantation: "I come, I see, I record."

Recorder!

The book slowly stopped on one of its pages, and in that instant, Louis Wayne's aura surged dramatically. The bloody scent emanating from his cloak grew even stronger, making him look less like a "traveler" and more like a "shepherd"!

"Splash..."

The blood-red cloak writhed rapidly, coalescing into a ball under his command, before he threw it directly at the crowd below.

"Flesh and blood bomb!"

Louis Wayne watched with delight as the expressions on the faces of those red-gloved men were replaced by terror, and the fleshy mass slowly disintegrated in the air, as if in slow motion, shooting out a violent impact from its center.

With a loud "boom," a large chunk of the ground and street in front of the house was dug up, and at the edge of the crater, many mutilated Red Gloves were howling in agony.

Louis Wayne's single strike inflicted heavy casualties, boosting his confidence and making him think that the elites of the Church of the Night were nothing special. Even if the spirit world was sealed off, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Just then, he suddenly heard a voice.

It was a furious roar, imbued with a terrifying, corrupting influence that sent shivers down one's spine just by hearing it. Louis Wayne was quite familiar with this voice; it was the voice of "The Dark Saint" Kesma.

Even though he was familiar with it, he couldn't bear the corrosive feeling it conveyed, and immediately covered his ears, feeling excruciating pain.

Immediately afterwards—

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound like glass shattering, something illusory broke beside Louis Wayne.

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He opened his eyes and realized that he had fallen asleep without even realizing it.

There were no signs of an explosion outside the house, and the road was as smooth as ever. The house was empty; the people who had attended the party had all vanished, as if they had just run away.

So everything that just happened was just a dream I had?

If it weren't for the voice of the "Dark Saint," I'd probably still be dreaming!

Louis Wayne was furious, feeling like he'd been tricked. He looked up and saw that two visitors had appeared in the room: a young man with black hair and green eyes, and a woman with blue eyeshadow on her eyes. They were watching him warily.

"Ahhhhh!"

Meanwhile, outside the window, Kesma continued his furious roar. Clad in black armor, he resembled a miniature black giant, effortlessly cleaving anything in his path with each swing of his massive blade. The Red Gloves members were forced to distance themselves from him, with only the leading deacon still putting up a fight.

Although the "Dark Saint" possessed considerable power, he seemed to be in a predicament. The deacon, despite the corrupting influence of the darkness, was fighting him to a standstill.

We need to meet up with him as soon as possible.

Louis Wayne thought to himself, and was about to activate his ability "Flash" to go down, when he felt the space solidify, and then he remembered that the surrounding spirit world had been locked. But if he couldn't Flash over, there was only one way to leave the room, and that was the door in front of him.

He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly stopped.

"call!"

A chilling aura brushed past him; it was an invisible evil spirit, harboring the strongest malice towards living beings. Having missed its first attack, it immediately changed direction and launched another assault on Louis Wayne.

The one who manipulates the evil spirit is naturally Ms. Daly.

"Bang! Bang!"

Beside her, Leonard drew his revolver and fired repeatedly at Mr. X. Louis Wayne not only failed to get down quickly, but was once again drawn into a difficult battle.

Damn it... It's all that guy Butis's fault. If he hadn't suddenly left, we wouldn't be in this situation!

Louis Wayne thought angrily.

What on earth did that guy go about?!

Meanwhile, near Backlund train station, inside a hotel in front of the station.

"Knock knock, knock knock knock".

Fors stopped in front of a guest room and knocked rhythmically on the door according to the pre-arranged code.

A few seconds later, the door creaked open from the inside. A man of medium build, with slicked-back hair and exaggeratedly muscular arms, stood behind the door, turned to let her in, and then quickly closed the door.

This man was none other than Fors's teacher, Dorian Gray.

"Teacher, what brings you here so suddenly?"

As soon as Fors entered the room, she asked impatiently. She didn't even realize that there was a hint of unease in her voice.

Yes, Dorian's arrival was too unfortunate.

Mr. Temperance was in the midst of a campaign to eliminate Mr. X and his men, but instead of receiving good news of the battle's successful conclusion, he received an urgent message from Dorian. The latter had actually arrived in Backlund and intended to meet with him.

This resulted in a somewhat awkward situation.

She knew very well how cautious Dorian was. If he were to accidentally stumble upon Temperance today, the situation could become unmanageable. Moreover, she hadn't yet figured out how to tactfully convey the World's intentions to him.

Fors worried that the presence of those two would have too much of an impact on Dorian, causing him to turn around and run away, never to reappear.

"I have to come."

Dorian's expression turned serious. "Because I divined bad news about you."

"I?"

Fors was taken aback.

"That's right... the divination results show that you are about to face great danger; someone is targeting you!"

Dorian said that he cared a great deal about his outstanding disciple, and after receiving this unexpected result, he rushed over without hesitation. "How is it? Do you have any clue about the crisis that's looming over you?"

Clues...

Fors was momentarily stunned, then suddenly became alert.

Could the recent crisis be related to the aurora festival?