Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 46 The People Behind the Scenes
At this moment, the ceremony is less than an hour away from the end.

To be precise, there are still 10 minutes.

Even if Aiwass can control the Iron Hook Demon and let the Iron Hook Demon lead him the way, the time is too late.

Not to mention how scary it is to ride a carriage with this thing, even if he can find a way to ride a carriage, he can't make it.

The reserved time for this ceremony was four hours, and little Aiwass was already cursed upon entering.

Calculated according to the "ideal situation" calculated by the Pillar God who created the dream, Aiwass should take Lulu out of the cathedral and go directly to the Legal Plaza, with half an hour's journey in between.

Upon arrival, the Hooked Demon appears for the first time.After cooperating with Sherlock to repel it, they still have more than three hours to gather their partners, follow the hook demon to find the murderer, and defeat him.All it takes is Sherlock's wit.

This shows that his location is not so easy to find.It may take the reasoning of the path of wisdom to find it.

However, Aiwass felt that his brain was also very useful, and he should be able to find it with the hook demon leading the way.

Aiwass' only blunder was that this enemy was a little tricky.

After the curse master tried to attack the bone carving once, he still didn't give up.Also send the Hook Demon to try again.

But instead of defeating him this time, the Iron Hook Demon was injured.This shows that "Bone Carving" is indeed a very powerful transcendent, and he should be the force in their team.This directly led to the fact that when Aiwass was attacked, the time was almost over.

This should have been a good thing.Meaning he only needs to dodge once to run out of time and win.

However, what Aiwass wanted was to kill him back.

Even if you can't know who is behind the scenes, at least you have to see what this cursed master looks like with your own eyes.

...Then, now we can only hope for "possibility".

He still had a chance to see the Curser in less than 10 minutes.

Not teleportation.Because Aiwass didn't have the means to curse the curser in turn.

——but anti-summoning.

After the hook devil completes its task, it will be recalled by the curser.Just like it was recalled after failing to attack Lulu.

Suddenly appearing in front of that cursed master, of course, can also be regarded as a kind of "teleportation".

Just let Aiwass melt his heart into the hook demon like Jack the Ripper.

This ceremony has emphasized that it is not necessary to survive by oneself.

Well, he happened to be able to do an experiment now, too.

An experiment that is worthwhile even if it fails...an experiment that cannot be carried out in reality.

——How strong is the "shepherding technique" of using one's own complete life as a voluntary sacrifice?

Without using any auxiliary materials and not being strong in itself, can efficient self-sacrifice be as strong as Jack the Ripper's serial killing ritual to strengthen the Hook Demon?

Anyway...

"Eat in silence, my lamb."

Looking at the hook demon staring at him with wide eyes, Aiwass said in a low voice, holding the paper knife tightly: "I am the sacrament, this is kindness."

He doesn't have essential oils that can infuse mana, and he doesn't have a sterling silver ritual knife in his hand, but a paper knife.

It's like a meal missing spice.Also missing decorations.

But as long as the food is delicious and in large quantities, its original taste is enough to move people.

What's more, it's not the arrogant high-ranking demon who enjoys the delicious meal, but just the despicable iron hook demon born from the soul of the embryo crushed by the iron hook.

It was a little devil who broke away from the hatred of being destined to die, and became a little devil with hatred and anger in order to disobey the will of "not to be born".

There is nothing arrogant about it.

"Feed the blood of my neck, drink like rum—"

Aiwass chanted aloud, opening himself like a zipper.

—From left to right, they cut their throats firmly with a paper knife.

What he cut was the artery above the collarbone.

Aiwass' consciousness immediately became blurred, and his vision became dim.

But the brain seemed to become clear, as if the flow of time had slowed down.

He clearly felt the feeling of his life draining rapidly.But it's not that the life is pulled away from the flesh and blood and submerged into the void... but the whole soul, together with the fiery mana, gushes out along the blood on the neck and condenses into crystals.

thump—

"...he should have committed suicide."

When the death knell rang, Sherlock said in a deep voice.

Lulu nodded sadly.

In the abandoned warehouse, the dead-eyed corpse of "Julio" fell straight backward.

However, his blood did not soak the surrounding ground, but sprayed out towards high places like a fountain in a posture that defied the common sense of physics.

It wasn't even liquid, but ruby ​​after ruby.It flew into the air and solidified into red pearls.

Like a puppy or kitten eager to eat, the Hook Demon made a whimpering sound, and the anger and ferocity on his face disappeared completely, leaving only the purest greed and obsession.

One after another, crystal blood drops flew towards it and landed on it.

The Iron Hook Demon was eating greedily.

The frost marks on its body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its physique gradually expanded.From the size of a hound to the size of a human teenager, and then to the size of an adult.

The blood-like wet redness on the surface of its body gradually faded away.The white and smooth skin was exposed, leaving only scarlet lines like sutures.Even the four arms have grown a little muscle, and the four rusty iron hooks stained with blood have disappeared.

Its face was ferocious and ugly, and the facial features on the huge head were completely misaligned.The four arms are pointing in different directions.

The size and thickness of the six limbs, and even the joints and directions are completely different.It crouched on the ground, like a fragmented human being drawn by an abstract artist.

Its ignorant but hateful eyes became a little clearer, revealing a bit of incomplete humanity.

And that kind of anger and hatred also precipitated into a more solid grief and hatred.

The blood was quickly licked away by it.

And it whimpered, squatting on the ground, lying on Aiwass's body, and continued to lick the blood on the neck of Aiwass's body.

It licked and licked, and suddenly raised its head to the sky and howled.Made a roar like a wild wolf looking at the moon

Then it seemed to make up its mind, and began to nibble on Aiwass's body.

When Aiwass gradually woke up from the chaos, he saw that his body had disappeared on the scarlet ground.

And his perspective at the moment has become the Iron Hook Demon.

——or, in other words, the evolved "Fat Limb Demon".

That's because the demons born in the souls born with deformed limbs and persecuted to death have a deep hatred for almost the entire group of "normal people".

This is already a high-ranking demon.

This is an elite with a level over forty.It is only less than ten levels worse than Shadow Demon.

While losing the ability to instantly move around the cursed, he has a nearly immortal vitality, powerful strength and speed, and the ability to temporarily reshape his six deformed limbs according to his own wishes.

And the same low level of intelligence.

Aiwass could clearly feel the seemingly endless vitality coming from his body, as well as the surging sea-like power, as well as his own three strong pumping hearts.

He now has self-confidence—even if the "self" at this moment is chopped up by a chainsaw and repeatedly crushed by boulders, he will never die easily.

However, the ecstasy, joy, sadness, and hatred from the "False Limb Demon" are also being passed on continuously, proving that it was not taken away by Aiwass to death.Instead, he voluntarily became his partner...

...with the "bearer".

Carrying Aiwass's soul like a turtle until he finds the chance to be reborn.

"It turns out that after using the shepherding method to feed myself completely to the devil, will I temporarily become one with the devil?"

He lowered his body, and made a muffled and moist low voice from his two mouths: "Its 'nutrition' is even enough for a low-level demon to directly evolve into a high-level demon..."

No wonder the demons follow the "shepherd".For demons beyond the path, this is indeed an irresistible temptation.

According to the normal evolutionary route, it would probably take several years to evolve from an iron hook demon to a deformed limb demon, according to the extreme training method of Jack the Ripper.

Aiwass originally thought that the growth of ten rituals would be enough, but he never thought that he still far underestimated the gold content of the art of shepherding and the "sacrifice of voluntary sacrifice".

It's not that Shadow Demon is greedy.

But he is really fragrant...

On the head that was completely misplaced and even had three eyes, the three eyes looked in different directions.Adapting to this unique and fresh vision, and gradually familiarizing myself with the instinct of using "distorted limbs".

After a while, he finally heard some urgent call from his "master".

"...William? William? Great, we got in touch... If it goes well, come back soon, good boy! Be careful not to shout too loudly, and don't reveal your existence——"

The ferocious demon lying on the ground showed a terrifying and terrifying smile.

"Whoa-wow-"

He imitated the former hook demon, and responded with meaningless sounds like a baby crying and a puppy whimpering.

The curse master on the opposite side obviously didn't expect it.

"Hey, hey, stop shouting. This will pull you back, don't move around..."

He unsuspectingly launched the anti-summoning spell.

The surrounding space seems to be dislocated and cracked.It's like the feeling of weightlessness and overweight on an elevator, except that the "direction source" of that feeling is behind oneself.

It was as if he was suddenly "pulled back" by a huge force, and was dragged to a place far behind.

Suddenly appearing in front of Aiwass was a middle-aged man in his fifties with a dark complexion and huge jewel rings on all ten fingers.

He looked slightly fatter, with a round stomach and a slightly stooped back.His curly black hair was a little oily, and his small eyes were dark and focused, with not much white in them.If it weren't for his attire that was too wealthy, this face would only remind people of a honest countryman.And even if the things on him look expensive, he has just become a wealthy country gentry.

"William, well done..."

The curse master habitually wanted to appease the hook demon.

But when he saw clearly the twisted demon appearing from the ritual array and lying on the ground like a spider, his expression froze suddenly.

Fear froze his face, and he couldn't move his whole body.Make him like a dumb stone statue.

This is……

——The freak? !
How could the race of demons suddenly change? !
Or, is it...is it really William?

Or is there another demon scholar who grabbed and modified William's contract, and let the grotesque controlled by him be transmitted along the anti-summoning ceremony——

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Aiwass manipulated the freak, pulling out a distorted limb from his body at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

The "right hand", which seemed to be normal at first, was suddenly elongated rapidly-it became only two centimeters thick, but it grew to a claw that was more than two meters long.

The ferocious bone-like sharp claws clasped his face, pushed him against the wall, and lifted him up slowly.

"Who are you……"

The grotesque made an indistinct sound.It was a voice that seemed to come from a nightmare.

Can talk...?
The Curse Master, whose face was frozen by fear, looked like he was about to cry at this moment.

He tried his best to hold the "right hand" of the Muppets with both hands, so that his throat would not be torn off directly due to his own weight.

To make a grotesque utter such clear words...

... This is me, have I met a senior?
"Say your name..."

The freak asked again.

Its outstretched deformed limbs slowly exerted force, like steel pliers, trying to crush the curser's head.

Under the severe pain, the curse master couldn't help but let out a scream:
"—Aziz! Aziz bin Abdul—help me... Senior, spare me!"

But the freak did not let go.

Instead, he increased his strength, feeling the gradually deformed and creaking skull in "his own hands".

"Who do you work for..." The Grossman changed his voice and asked in a sharp voice.

"—Moriarty! It's Professor James Moriarty!"

The curse master named Aziz let out a miserable scream, and abandoned his employer without hesitation: "It has nothing to do with me, I just collect money to do things—forgive me, senior, my lord, please, no I... let me go! Help—save—”

puff-

The deformed limb stretched out by the deformed limb easily crushed the curser's head.

It's as simple as crushing a tomato.

——Even if everything in the ceremony was false, Aiwass did not intend to spare him.

"It's just a little interest, Aziz. Hope you're not dead."

The Grotesque made an indistinct voice: "I remember you...

"I will find you."

Having successfully obtained such important information, Aiwass felt that perhaps he should be happy.

Confirming the upper limit of the "Pastoring Law" without any cost, and finishing all the things he had to do before the end of the ceremony...he should relax and celebrate.

But at the moment he was a little unhappy.

What made Aiwass feel bad was that he heard another name from Curser Aziz that he didn't really want to hear...but he had already expected it.

—James Moriarty.

　The old rules meow, get up and change the typo~
　　These 6000-odd words have been written until [-]:[-] (sad)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)