Silas heard the lamb's cry.
Ten-some seconds ago, he had still been in his bedroom, holding his cat and looking up at the blood moon.
Suddenly, a miserable voice reached his ears without warning.
The voice seemed to come from very far away, extremely faint, yet crystal clear, as if acting directly on his soul.
That voice was calling to him, pleading for his salvation.
It's a lamb!
My lamb has been harmed!
Among the hundreds of soul connections, one suddenly became unstable, as if the existence on the other end was about to lose its life force.
Spiritual intuition let Silas immediately understand what had happened.
He sensed the increasingly weak connection and determined the lamb's location.
At the textile factory?
Too far. Running there directly definitely won't make it in time!
After a moment's thought, Silas quickly stood up and activated "Shepherd."
Inside him, Mr. A's soul struggled and howled as it was forcibly driven to also activate the "Shepherd" ability.
"Shepherd" stacked with "Shepherd"!
And the ability Mr. A was forcibly driven to shepherd was from the Apprentice pathway Sequence 6, Scribe's ability: "Record"!
"Rustle..."
A phantom ancient tome formed before Silas, its pages flipping rapidly as a distant, ethereal voice rang out:
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
Within the tome's records was a powerful ability called "Travel" that could let him traverse spatial barriers and reach his target location directly through the spirit world!
"Boom..."
Silas felt the spirituality inside him draining rapidly, like a dam with its floodgates opened.
At this moment, his spirituality was simultaneously supporting two "Shepherds" and one "Record." The stacked consumption was unprecedentedly enormous!
"Creak..."
Fortunately, the translucent door was finally constructed. "Travel" successfully activated.
Though compared to the original ability, the "Record" effect was considerably inferior and one-time use only, for the current situation, it was enough!
"Luna, watch the house."
Silas tossed the black cat from his arms.
She flicked her tail in midair to adjust her body and landed steadily on the bed. She looked at Silas with reproachful blue eyes and meowed once.
But Silas couldn't worry about that now. He urgently stepped forward and walked into the opened door.
His body traversed the spirit world for an extremely brief instant.
The colors around him instantly became vivid and bright, and the boundaries of things blurred...
When the surroundings became clear again, he had arrived at the factory's open ground.
He saw that ugly, terrifying monster under the bloody moonlight, and also saw the corpse lying behind the monster. His lamb was already dead.
It was a weathered old man, his abdomen hollowed out, his face frozen in unwillingness before death.
Old Jack.
When he clearly saw the deceased's face, this name immediately jumped into Silas's mind.
The Shepherd's Beyonder characteristic let him clearly grasp his flock and understand each lamb's situation.
Especially since Silas had also established files, he knew even more related information.
And the more he knew, the angrier he became.
This poor old fellow had suffered hardship for the first half of his life, wandered the streets in his later years, and had only just obtained a stable life.
He was very grateful to Silas, worked very actively, and was always the last to leave the factory after work each day...
Silas looked at the corpse, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.
A thin wisp of remaining soul floated up from the corpse, drifting toward him under the invisible connection and merging with his spirituality.
He could feel the deceased's resentment, feel the other's intense pain and extreme emotions.
The dead lamb became one with the Shepherd in this way.
Silas bore this pain.
To respond to the lamb's emotions, he looked coldly at that monster.
The werewolf under the moon was baring blood-stained fangs, its entire body's black fur bristling.
The blood moon seemed to make it extremely mad and unrestrained, its desire for slaughter surging.
"Roar..."
It seemed to have completely lost its reason.
Facing this existence that had suddenly appeared on the battlefield, it roared, then pushed off with both feet and actively pounced.
The werewolf craved blood, craved the feeling of soft organs bursting in its mouth.
As if feeling thirsty, it opened its mouth wide and bit toward the other's exposed neck!
What greeted this beast was a mass of crimson flame.
"Boom!"
The flame exploded in its mouth.
The extreme high temperature instantly scorched its oral cavity, making its tongue dry and charred black.
"Whine..."
The intense pain from its mouth stimulated the werewolf.
It howled once, its charging momentum instantly shattered, forcibly stopped.
It instinctively raised both hands to cover its mouth... but only one arm came up.
"?"
The werewolf looked down in near confusion, only then discovering that where its left arm should be had become bare.
That arm covered in black fur with sharp, slender nails was now being held by that red-robed person opposite it.
Blood spurted from the severed limb. It belatedly felt the pain.
"Roar!"
The werewolf roared again, but this roar seemed somewhat lacking in confidence, more like a threatening bluff with false bravado.
The severed limb rapidly healed. It sharply turned and was about to flee into the distance.
But its shadow beneath its feet didn't approve of this idea, actively betraying its master and transforming into pitch-black liquid that entangled its ankles.
"Bang!"
The werewolf fell heavily.
As it struggled to rise, it saw Silas, whose expression had already become calm, standing before it.
"Like eating people?"
He asked like that.
The werewolf saw its own arm being held in his hand, suddenly melting into a mass of red liquid, then flowing toward its own mouth...
"Wuahhhhh..."
The werewolf struggled.
The pitch-black shadows entangled its body, making it completely unable to move.
The madness in its eyes had already been replaced by extreme terror. Its mouth was forcibly opened to receive the infusion.
After one arm came its other limbs.
In just a few short minutes, the originally terrifying beast had become a grotesque and absurd sight.
Like a big-bellied spider with its limbs removed, bloated and swollen.
Sometimes tenacious life might not be a good thing. Even in this state, it still maintained consciousness and vitality.
Silas still wasn't planning to let it go.
"Goddess above..."
On the side near the wall, the fallen Kons widened his eyes, hardly able to believe what he was seeing.
What pathway's Beyonder is this?
Too terrifying!
Though the other's appearance had saved him, the other's such mad actions likewise made him feel crisis.
What if after finishing with the werewolf, he came for him next?
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