Mystery: The Last Shepherd.

Chapter 612 I Stabbed a Demigod!

Chapter 612 I Stabbed a Demigod!

Under the crimson moonlight, the monster emerged.

Its twisted, swollen body was excessively enlarged, its bright red eyes looked as if stained with blood, and its bat wings stretched wildly... This humanoid creature, composed of these strange things, exuded an extremely beautiful and bewitching aura.

Countless flourishing and decaying plants covered its body, swaying endlessly toward the moon.

Incomplete mythical creature state!

Everyone felt the overwhelming spiritual pressure, as if it were directly affecting their souls.

"Don't look! You'll all have a mental breakdown!" Soster shouted, losing his composure, leading the Red Gloves downstairs. "Jimmy, go to the Wave Church three streets away and ask for help! Be quick!"

That was the closest righteous church organization to them. Although it was the master of the storm of faith, it was able to unite against external forces when dealing with such matters.

Leonard removed Emlyn's handcuffs as he ran.

"Your vampire intelligence was actually false!"

He yelled, "Why is there a demigod out of control?!"

"How would I know any of that!"

Emlyn was on the verge of tears. "I thought there were only two artificial vampires!"

What the hell is that puppet that Ruth Bathory is holding?!

"roar""

A terrifying roar came from behind. The good news was that the out-of-control demigod was fighting on instinct; otherwise, they would probably have been easily killed.

But in the next second, Emlyn saw the moonlight in front of him suddenly become more intense, turning from crimson to blood red.

"brush!"

Immediately afterwards, the body of the out-of-control demigod was outlined in the moonlight.

The "Crimson Scholar's" ability, "Flash!"

Oops!

The group in red gloves scattered like waves hitting rocks, quickly dodging and lowering their heads as the out-of-control demigod appeared. However, the distance between them was far too close; even if they avoided the danger of direct eye contact, the demigod's subsequent attacks would be enough to kill them.

The heavy footsteps, accompanied by the rustling of grass and trees, sounded very close behind.

It's about to launch an attack!

Soster, who was leading the group, changed his expression. He slightly opened his mouth and released two cold, eerie spirits that flew behind him. However, the footsteps only paused for a moment before the two spirits let out a mournful cry and lost contact with each other amidst a soft explosion.

Keep running, don't stop!

Soster shouted, then surprisingly closed his eyes in the direction of the out-of-control demigod, releasing a wave of energy like ripples on water.

"Snap!"

He held on for about a second or two before the dream he had painstakingly woven shattered with a crisp sound. He himself was struck by an even more terrifying shock; his face turned deathly pale, and he fainted without uttering a sound.

"team leader!"

Leonard reached out to support Soster, about to pull him up to continue running, but suddenly his feet stopped, and he couldn't move. The other teammates ahead of him were in the same predicament; their bodies were frozen in place by the sudden darkness beneath their feet, making it difficult to advance!

"Old man, what's going on?"

Leonard shouted inwardly, then tilted his head as if listening for an answer. His expression quickly turned grim. "Dark Gaze?" Anyone who enters his gaze is cursed? What kind of unreasonable ability is this!

"roar...

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The roar behind him changed slightly, as if the being was approvingly surveying its prey. It craved fresh flesh to fill its empty belly.

"Damn it... old man, think of something quick!"

Leonard shouted in his mind.

Hearing the footsteps behind him getting closer, he gritted his teeth and was about to "swish!"

A dark, shadowy greatsword appeared swiftly before him. Emlyn, standing beside him, wielded the greatsword in one hand and gripped a notebook tightly in the other, his eyes closed as he thrust his sword with all his might towards the direction from which the sound came from behind!

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A high-pitched and painful roar immediately rang out, and the greatsword that obliterates souls and corrodes flesh has a special attack on all creatures that have developed corrupted thoughts, and their own defenses are completely ineffective.

At the same moment, the darkness that had imprisoned them was released. The out-of-control demigods, in agony, could no longer maintain their powers.

"Whoosh!"

Emlyn spread his wings and flew desperately into the distance, not daring to look back at all.

I poked a demigod!

I used the greatsword of Temperance to stab a demigod!

Trembling, fear, and excitement surged within him simultaneously. He flapped his wings frantically, flipping through "Leonorman's Travel Notes," trying to find his next useful ability. Because of his actions, that demigod would surely come after him.

Then he heard a great flapping sound of wings.

That was the cacophony of bats, and a swarm of black flying beasts, existing between reality and illusion, rapidly surrounded him. They craved blood, and with a mere flick of their skin, they tore off chunks of his flesh!

That demigod bat has transformed!

"Lightning strike!"

Emlyn shouted, which triggered a deafening thunderclap that struck him.

Many bats cried out in anguish, their corpses charred black. But soon, the bats multiplied again, quickly regaining their previous size, and continued to swarm and tear at him relentlessly. Even with the continuous lightning strikes, they still craved Emlyn's flesh and blood!

"Damn it..."

Emlyn thought to himself, the bat swarm was terrifying. In a lull between his resistance, he whispered a prayer, "A fool who doesn't belong to this age..."

"boom!"

A burst of intense blue flame suddenly appeared before him, engulfing swarms of bats and scorching them until not a trace remained. The flame, as if alive, bypassed Emlyn and continued to spread towards the remaining bats behind him, annihilating these flesh-craving monsters in vast numbers.

Emlyn landed on the ground, his body a gruesome sight, with not a single patch of intact flesh left. Fortunately, vampires possess extremely high vitality, so such injuries were not fatal; he would recover in a short while.

He looked up at the direction from which the flames were coming.

There stood a man in a black suit and a blood-red shirt, holding a peculiar metal pocket watch inside his blood-red gloves.

"Click, click."

His expression was indifferent as he kept turning the hands of his pocket watch.

"Your Excellency Ishmael!"

Leonard finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the man. The other Red Gloves also seemed to have seen a savior.

"Take the wounded and leave."

Lu Ze said calmly, turning his gaze to a certain direction.

There, the remaining bats intertwined, reconstructing the out-of-control demigod once more. The vegetation around him had become extremely lush, and his beautiful, twisted body looked particularly strange under the moonlight.

Lu Ze's brows furrowed quickly, because he heard some strange sound coming from the other person.

The crimson moonlight gently cascaded down, then quickly turned crimson.

The blood moon has descended.

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