The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 816

Chapter 815
The Demise of the Red Phase

Looking down from the top floor of the Spirit Tower, the battlefield situation was even clearer.
Almost the entire land was completely covered in scarlet.
However, as wind and thunder roared—a complete cone-shaped legion tore through the scarlet, leaving behind thunderstorms on the ground.
Those scarlet spears no longer emitted a blood-red storm, but instead, they were scorched and pulsed with electrical light, like destroyed electrical appliances. The shallow rivers of blood on the ground solidified into black ice with cracking sounds.
The most iconic ability of the Red Phase—its vital energy that could strip away all life, its corrosive power that dissolved all non-living things, the all-pervasive [Scarlet Storm], should have held absolute suppression over the living, the substantial undead, and constructed beings. Only armies of disembodied spirits could freely traverse through it… This was why he was willing to cooperate with the Black Phase back then.
But they were of no use to the King of the Wild Hunt Legion.
They had no vital energy to begin with—because they were not only undead, but also spirits!
Furthermore, they themselves were the true controllers of the storm.
They had signed contracts with the Great Philosopher and controlled the true unending storm.
These were storm mages with an Energy Level of at least Fourth Tier, capable of reaching Sixth Tier.
The “Scarlet Storm” could not harm them in the slightest. On the contrary, it was torn apart by the storms they summoned!
“…What is that?”
“It actually suppressed the Red Phase…”
“Is that some kind of undead?”
“It’s a spirit! It should be…”
The students of the Spirit Tower were astonished by this terrifying power.
“—That is the Wild Hunt.”
Answering their questions was Vice Principal Adolf.
He gazed intently at the sky outside, muttering in a low voice, “The hero legion commanded by the ‘Keeper,’ the natural predator of all undead…
“A natural disaster that arrives with the storm—”
His voice involuntarily grew higher and more excited.
His long-held wish was about to be fulfilled.
He could finally gaze upon the King of the Wild Hunt Legion at such close range!
“But…”
Someone’s voice was filled with disbelief, “This is also…”
“Too strong!”
Outside at this moment, the destructive lightning engulfed everything.
The Red Phase fiercely pulled his spear of blood from the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
He pointed the spear at the legion, his blood wings unfurling behind him, becoming immensely large.
Pomanach was not shaken in the slightest, nor did he retreat.
—He charged the King of the Wild Hunt Legion, which was formed in a cone formation, all by himself!
He took two steps, then ran faster and faster, flying directly.
When he was extremely close to the King of the Wild Hunt Legion, he flew high up.
He hurled the spear in his hand like lightning!
The spear transformed into an immensely large, ferocious blood Demonic Hound in mid-air, lunging to devour Helchin, the King of the Wild Hunt, who was at the forefront!
“—Howling forth.”
Helchin, however, whispered and raised the lightning-striking halberd in his hand.
At this time, Alistair on the top floor of the Spirit Tower once again summoned the lightning-striking halberd.
Echoing Effect—
Using it again increases the Holder’s “Lightning Affinity” by three tiers!
Helchin already possessed Lightning Affinity. Under this terrifying enhancement, his entire body suddenly brightened.
Like a light bulb that had been electrified.
The initially dim yellow shell suddenly lit up, transforming into a brilliant Avatar of light.
The extremely sharp spear easily pierced the blood-red Demonic Hound—
and then pierced Pomanach behind him, lifting him high!
The power of twilight solidified him, preventing him from transforming into a bat and escaping.
And the power of lightning spread wildly—after being electrified, Pomanach’s entire body also suddenly lit up!
The King of the Wild Hunt had no purifying power, so he could not completely kill Pomanach. However, he could kill Pomanach countless times consecutively, making any reserves of life force useless!
Helchin continued to charge, holding Pomanach aloft like a flag of victory.
He charged towards the next “Pomanach,” who, upon seeing the unfavorable situation, directly dispersed into a blood mist.
Helchin did not continue the pursuit—instead, he turned and chased after the next person.
His primary objective was not to exterminate all the “Pomanachs,” but to first destroy this ritualistic site that living beings could not enter.
The King of the Wild Hunt Legion swept through, the rivers of blood froze, the blood spears scorched, and the “Pomanachs” fled helter-skelter in disarray. There was no trace of the peerless aura of the first-generation Red Phase. Under the crushing power of a true Sixth Tier—and a Sixth Tier high-ranking Phantom Demon at that—the title of “number one among Fifth Tier” seemed so weak.
In the blink of an eye, Helchin had defeated all the “Pomanachs” at least once.
The entire land was frozen and suppressed by him.
At this moment, Alistair in the Spirit Tower issued a new command.
Amidst the astonished, fearful, reverent, adoring, and fanatical gazes of the students, she raised her voice and ordered:
“Helchin!”
“I am listening, Master.”
“—Charge towards the sky!”
“Yes, Master.”
Helchin did not ask why.
Instead, like a knight, he loyally responded to Alistair’s call.
He had the “Pomanach,” whose spear tip had already turned into a gray-white plaster statue, strike the ground, causing him to shatter and detach like a plaster statue.
Then, Helchin ignored the “Pomanachs” and, under their astonished gazes, raised his halberd high—
Leading the King of the Wild Hunt Legion, who also raised their weapons, they roared towards the sky!
As the “Pomanachs” were defeated, the blood-red sky screen collapsed with them.
The heavy snow curtain descended again, as if to cover everything.
But Helchin’s charge tore a hole through it head-on—
An endless storm rose from the ground, forming a genuine tornado, charging towards the sky above the dark clouds!
As the King of the Wild Hunt Legion entered the dark clouds, a visible vortex formed within them.
The heavy snow was blown away in all directions by this storm.
Until a ray of sunlight pierced the dark clouds, and then more and more sunlight seeped through the broken clouds.
The spring sunlight of that afternoon then cascaded down—
Alistair took a deep breath and placed her hand on the Book of Law.
As the pages flipped wildly, they stopped on a card Alistair had never used before.
As the “King” card burned away.
Behind Alistair, a pair of pure white, holy, angel-like giant wings suddenly burst forth!
Illusory feathers formed by countless rays of light danced in the room. A student subconsciously grasped a feather. Watching it melt in his hand like snow, it did not feel cold, but a warm current flowed into his body.
It was like basking in the rare warm sun on a cold winter day, giving him a comfortable shiver.
It was the [Spell Card: Land of Paradise (King)]!
Above Alistair’s head, a illusory, semi-transparent crown of light appeared. Pure white runes within it were Shining.
That rune was the shape of the “Mark of Arrogance” within Alistair’s body!
She suddenly stepped forward and walked out of the broken window on the top floor of the Spirit Tower!
The illusory barrier formed by the Preservation Technique parted before her, like a soap bubble. After she walked through it, they healed again. Through the dim yellow light shield formed by the Preservation Technique, Alistair’s pure white wings of light behind her seemed to turn dim yellow.
She closed the Grimoire with both hands, and it vanished into nothingness amidst a purple light.
Then Alistair closed her eyes, joined her hands as if in prayer, and raised them high.
The sunlight gathered in her hands, forming an immensely large and brilliant Light Spear!
“I beseech Hengwo, God of Sacred Number One, God of rebirth through death, God of eternal sight and blindness.”
Alistair today did not have the profession level of a Priest, nor were there any shrines or altars here, so her prayer was meaningless… but at least people could hear it.
As she used this skill again, the echo effect of “Land of Paradise” was triggered.
The Light Spear in her hand suddenly became larger, surrounded by a halo of light.
This skill effect would now expand into an area-of-effect attack!
“I respectfully beseech Xi Tian Si, Heavenly Envoy of the East Rising and West Setting, Heavenly Envoy of Brilliance and Radiance…”
As Alistair’s “prayer” continued, the Holy Lance in her hand became more complex in its form.
It transformed from a single spear into three parts.
At the forefront was a sharp, brilliant, and dazzling spear tip. The middle section was a luminous sphere like the sun, and the tail was a slightly dim hilt made of jade-like material.
The three sections of the Holy Lance each had different runes and colors, and the brilliant halo around the light sphere expanded from one circle to two.
This echo this time added the scorching sunlight of “punishment for sin” and “purification” to Land of Paradise!
Alistair then uttered the third part of her prayer—
“I respectfully beseech…”
She paused slightly and then continued, “Eivass.”
Upon hearing this, people widened their eyes in astonishment.
Alistair’s voice suddenly became loud and resonant:
“Grant me the Land of Paradise, the Utopia of the Perfect Being—”
As she “chanted,” the Light Spear transformed again.
The double halo turned into a triple halo.
The tail of the Holy Lance seemed to ignite, and golden-red flames rapidly extended.
Transforming into countless dark red flames like a winding tree, they continued to spread upwards from behind Alistair, almost covering the entire sky!
Heard that voice, Pomanach’s footsteps stopped.
—He heard it.
“The Perfect Being…”
He looked up in astonishment and saw the blazing Holy Lance in the sky.
That was…
“…The Perfect Being.”
He murmured, “The Perfect Being… The Perfect Being…”
As a Child of the Moon who was closest to being a “Perfect Being,” he recognized it at a glance—that was absolutely the power of a Perfect Being.
He felt unwillingness and a sense of loss. But there was also a trace of relief.
This path, after all, still existed.
A trace of pure and holy radiance rising from filthy blood, wild beasts, and fallen sins.
Basil, the path you verified was correct…
It’s just that I—
am ultimately unworthy?
The next moment, the Light Spear was thrown.
It was as if all sound vanished with it.
Until the Light Spear landed, Pomanach still heard no sound.
He offered no resistance, and instead, closed his eyes to endure it all.
The divine radiance instantly engulfed everything. The scorching pain came and went too quickly—
Amidst countless pure white embers, the souls of all “Pomanachs” attached to their flesh and blood were thoroughly purified.
The era of Pomanach had come to an end.
(End of Chapter)