The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 861

Chapter 860
“Goodbye” is Completed

Alistair’s body shattered, but her consciousness did not vanish into the void nor did it leave her body to become a ghost.
She only felt that the world before her eyes was so dim… like the end of dusk, a lone candle lit in a dark room.
The entire world had only one point of light.
That was the “Angel” before her eyes.
She drew out and refined her own life, merging it into the angel’s body.
In that instant, Alistair’s entire consciousness world began to shake violently—
“Letting more people live is the best choice… right?”
The Ring Heavenly Envoy’s voice echoed like a hallucination.
“The Shepherd’s Method is just a bridge; it is not the goal.”
“You don’t understand what it means to become a Pillar God. That is the living pillar of this world.”
“I want to go home—it’s not like I don’t have a way to go back. I have already found the road home.”
“Drink, drink… drink my blood to your heart’s content, unsung and unspoken!”
The disparity in their memories was rapidly completed amidst the intense spiritual shock.
Alistair quickly understood what had happened.
And the soul of “Eivass,” curled up like an infant or a beast, also gradually unfolded his body in confusion, accepting the memory fragments from Alistair.
At this moment, the angel outside suddenly froze.
It stopped in place, suspended in the air.
Beneath its blindfold, its eyes, originally full of divinity, void, and coldness, suddenly became muddled. An unbelievable shock appeared in its eyes, and human emotions shone through its surprised and pained gaze.
And at this moment, colorful runes lit up on its blindfold. A seal appeared on it.
The four elemental colors behind him lit up simultaneously, and electric arcs crackled from the blindfold.
Eivass and Alistair were originally one entity, two sides of a coin. Moreover, their separation had not yet reached half a year, and the “wound” in their souls had not yet scabbed over and healed.
When Alistair sacrificed herself, Eivass’s incomplete soul returned.
But Eivass felt no joy or satisfaction.
He simply felt with horror as his memories gradually synchronized, as memories that had either been synchronized before or had been preciously hoarded by Alistair flowed into his body, and his missing soul was gradually replenished…
Eivass’s completeness meant Alistair’s dissipation.
At this moment, outside, the angel suddenly let out a mournful howl, reaching out to grasp its solid blindfold and struggling violently.
Laro, the only remaining Ascender, slowly stood up, leaning on the broken railing.
“…My eyes have been gouged out thrice by the pain of parting, my tongue cannot sing joyous songs.”
He looked at the angel, and whether it was a prophetic mournful verse or not, it surged from his teeth like a living thing, like black tentacles: “My ears cannot bear the bloody cries of the nightingale; this screaming little bird is crushed and made into pudding…
“I am an eagle without a grave, its teeth fallen out, its claws broken, destined only to fall.”
The Clown spread his arms and shouted at the angel, who was covering its eyes.
“I cannot become a banner, nor can I fit into a badge;
“Give me my final scene—or crush me into a wine barrel and brew me into blood wine!”
Fate was so ironic.
The ones far stronger than him, the ones he wanted to protect, the ones who absolutely had to survive, had all died.
And he had done nothing.
He was just an old dog basking in the sun, homeless.
—In the end, the one who survived was such a person who no longer wished to live.
How could he carry the deaths of these people forward?
But the angel merely curled its body, arching its back like a cat, gripping the blindfold covering its eyes with all its might. It roared, roaring with increasing fury.
Finally, it tore off the blindfold with force!
Along with its eyes, they became bloody and grotesque.
Three or four streams of blood flowed from the bloody eye sockets to its chin. The rune formation behind its back also suddenly disintegrated and dissipated, returning to a purplish-red halo.
Immediately after, the angel roared and tore off the four white wings from its back.
When these white wings left its body, they transformed into countless entwined little snakes—that was their true form.
He grabbed his hair, which was like tentacles of light, and tore it off as well. Without the filter of light, after being torn off, they also turned into white snakes, falling to the ground through his fingers.
It was as if it had rained “snakes” in the sky. But maybe it was also a rain of blood.
However, even with the four wings detached, the angel still did not fall.
Like the winged ones of ancient times, their flight did not require flapping their wings like modern harpies—being “winged” already meant they possessed the authority over the sky, just as “those with breasts” did not necessarily only nurse their offspring with breast milk.
At this moment, Laro’s eyes suddenly widened.
As an Extraordinary of the Path of Beauty, his intuition and inspiration were very strong.
He suddenly had a strange hallucination—
A little girl with long black hair appeared beside the suffering angel.
She hugged the angel from behind and whispered something in his ear.
Under the observation of the sole surviving witness, the angel’s spirit rapidly calmed down.
Its regrown hair was brilliant like golden threads, bright like sunlight. But unlike the angel’s, it no longer danced like tentacles, but was as ordinary as a mortal’s.
Finally, it reached out and grasped the purplish-red halo behind its back.
—So that was something that could be grasped?
Laro had such a thought.
The next moment, the angel threw it out like a frisbee.
It did not shatter into snakes like other fragments, nor did it fall to the ground.
Instead, it flew up, soaring towards the sky while continuously expanding. A spatial-warping power gradually condensed.
The angel’s facial features and limbs became completely clear, all its light retracted inwards. It seemed to have turned into an ordinary human.
Behind it, six larger wings suddenly burst out of its body—
Crimson, blue, yellow, green, white, black. Among them, the crimson, black, and green wings were even larger than the others.
He extended his right index finger and pointed to the sky.
In the purplish-red sky, a reverse vortex suddenly swirled, forming a golden halo.
The next moment, this brilliant golden light transformed into countless blades, directly cleaving that halo!
The entire world began to freeze at this moment.
The eighth question was thus generated:
[Are you satisfied with such a future?]
There were three answers:
[—It is good enough]
[—It could be better]
[—Never turn back]
The metal shell outside the three doors was on the verge of collapse, with only a few pieces of steel remaining. The rest had turned into dark gold amber.
Eivass, without hesitation, pushed open the third amber door.
He would never turn back.
The next moment, the entire world turned into light.
The entire world was stripped away, condensed into a complete painting.
In the distant sky, the angel pointing to the sky with one finger had a majestic yet angry expression.
A semi-transparent spirit could be vaguely seen entwined around him, lying on his shoulder.
And the six giant wings behind him shone brightly, far larger than himself. In the center of the purplish-red sky, there was an indentation of brilliant golden radiance. It not only spun, leading to a higher sky, but the golden radiance seeping out continuously spread, changing the surrounding purplish-red.
Just as brilliant golden morning sun surpasses the evening glow.
Mortals looking up at the angel from the ground could see countless differently colored small snakes descending from the sky, like a torrential downpour.
And the light condensed into a sword of light that split the heavens and earth, bisecting the purplish-red halo condensed in the sky, which resembled the setting sun! The halo then broke!
[The sun will eventually set, and fate will return to its place. All reunions will eventually lead to farewells, yet after farewells, there can be reunions. Under the blazing sun, freedom is impossible. But if the light of the stars is bright enough, perhaps the heavens and earth can be split before dawn. Then, you will know where that new path leads.]
[—Completed, “Goodbye”]
A young and solemn voice echoed in Eivass’s ears.
Finally, the entire fictional world completed its mission and instantly shattered.
(End of this chapter)