The Shepherds Are Dense – Chapter 925

Chapter 924
Thawing Heinrich
Under the guidance and protection of their teachers, the evacuation of the Spirit Tower proceeded in an orderly fashion.
This was mainly because the students were not particularly restless characters.
Even when faced with the existential threat of a national or even world-ending demonic invasion at close range, they did not exhibit the slightest hint of chaos. They neither lost their minds in fear nor became overly excited and chattered incessantly.
The influence of the Twilight Path had significantly dulled their emotions—even playing a horror game, they likely wouldn’t experience a noticeable change in heart rate when encountering jump-scare monsters.
With everyone willing to obey commands, the efficiency of their actions instantly soared.
As noble Casters, they naturally didn’t need to walk to the port on foot—the corpses dissolved in the pool provided them with bones that could be used to construct vehicles.
Large and small bones floated into the air, landing in their designated positions along the light traces set up in the Void. Each time a complete bone wall was formed, it would flash with a brilliant light, solidifying into a sturdy structure.
In just a short while, buses made of various animal bones were conjured out of thin air.
Due to the varying sizes and even species of bones used, each vehicle differed in size and ornamentation.
However, each bus was typically designed for twenty-eight or thirty-two passengers—with four rows of seats, spanning approximately seven to eight rows. These “Hell Buses,” constructed from numerous bones, also featured two rows of doors along their midsections, resembling teeth or a zipper.
They would split open, like a clown laughing heartily, only closing their mouths after devouring all the luggage.
Each time a bus was filled with Necromancers, two Dim Yellow flames would ignite at the front of the driverless vehicle. It was as if a crouching monster had suddenly come to life, opening two giant eyes and revealing a ferocious face akin to a demon’s.
These activated, conjoined corpses possessed rudimentary intelligence without the need for intricate commands or operations. They could even serve as makeshift shelters, warding off the attacks and curses of Lower Demons.
Lower Demons that lacked flight abilities, couldn’t evade in time, or attempted to block the buses were brutally crushed by them—these hastily constructed “Hell Buses” possessed structural integrity of the Fourth Tier, capable of even smashing through solid rock walls!
The demons’ multicolored blood splattered onto the fronts of the Hell Buses, lending a somewhat artistic, graffiti-like quality to the scene. Occasionally, one could see a demon unable to dodge being swallowed whole by the suddenly opening front, becoming fuel for the vehicle!
By the time the buses, their tires dragging bloodstains, arrived at the port, their fronts were still slowly chewing. Fragments of demon limbs and wings could be seen protruding from their massive, gap-toothed mouths.
While the Necromancers of the Spirit Tower waited quietly at the port for ships.
Adolf von Menzel wandered alone through the deserted Spirit Tower.
He moved through the darkness with ease.
He was so familiar with the darkness. This dim, lifeless environment filled with Death Aura reminded him of the night in his youth when he was attacked by the Undead and then saved by the Wild Hunt.
“My His Majesty the Pope…”
The Vice Principal—now temporarily the actual Principal—Adolf sighed, “Sometimes, perhaps you didn’t need to fulfill everyone’s wishes…”
He had originally intended to spend the last of his life pursuing the footsteps of the Wild Hunt. However, this wish was perfectly fulfilled by His Majesty the Pope—Eivass had directly brought the King of the Wild Hunt to the Spirit Tower, right before him.
Afterward, he had contemplated pursuing the ruins of the Sky-Piercing Tower—a legend from history that had not been destroyed, but whose traces could no longer be found in the Material Realm. This matter had also been accomplished by His Majesty the Pope.
…And so, Adolf von Menzel found himself with nothing left to do.
—But he absolutely would not die so easily.
Much like his childhood dream—Adolf yearned for an end where he would be burned to ashes by the scorching sun, preserved by its light. This was the obsession of his existence, to be engraved into the World, an irresistible drive for an Extraordinary of the Twilight Path.
Although Extraordinary individuals of the Twilight Path possessed strong abilities to extend their lives, they weren’t strictly afraid of death, nor did they have much interest in the enjoyments of the Material Realm. They simply worried about dying nameless, forgotten after their demise.
For those of the Twilight Path, to be forgotten in death was akin to having lived for naught.
Just like the Sky-Piercing Tower—such a marvel, yet leaving no ruins after its collapse, how heartbreaking!
Therefore, Adolf decided to use his life to complete one final masterpiece.
With this work, he would express his gratitude to His Majesty the Pope for fulfilling his wishes; it was also a way to engrave his existence into history!
Creation always required materials.
Now, there weren’t many materials left in the Spirit Tower… However, people had subconsciously overlooked a resource of considerable caliber.
—Count Leipzig, whom Adolf had personally and permanently frozen within the Spirit Tower, was not evacuated along with the Necromancers. And as a Child of the Red Phase, with the death of the Red Phase, he too was forgotten… After all, Count Leipzig himself did not hold much irreplaceable value; his status and position were entirely derived from the peerless might of the first-generation Red Phase.
However, to Adolf, Prince Heinrich held another identity entirely.
—That of his foolish student and creation.
Adolf walked up to Prince Heinrich and gently reached out to touch the ice sculpture.
Prince Heinrich, encased in ice, was instantly unfrozen.
His body lurched forward, his trembling, powerless body nearly collapsing to the ground.
“What, what do you want to do?!”
Prince Heinrich’s voice trembled.
Despite his immense fear, he still tried to maintain his composure—he extended a hand to lean against the wall, allowing his weak body to gradually stand up.
He felt as though a great deal of time had passed since he was frozen… yet it also felt like only an instant. When he regained his senses, the vague memories from his time in the ice quickly dissipated as if they were dreamlike experiences, escaping his grasp like water through his fingers.
He glared at Adolf, whose body was hidden in the darkness, and sternly demanded, “How dare you attack me… Does the Spirit Tower wish to bear the wrath of the Red Phase?!”
“Heh… hehe…”
Adolf’s mocking laughter echoed from the darkness. “Yes, I do, very much.”
Two Dim Yellow eyes, like lamps in the dark night. Or perhaps like the Dark gold pupils of a beast.
“I truly wish to see him alive again—if I recall correctly, a Child of the Moon should be able to easily devour demons of similar levels. To ordinary people, terrifying demons are like small snacks and health supplements for a Child of the Moon…”
“…Wh-what?”
Prince Heinrich’s pupils contracted violently, and he trembled intensely. “Father… how could that be…?!”
“Yes, how could it be…”
Adolf’s voice, filled with melancholy, echoed in the darkness. “Father—is that how you see him.”
If not for the Child of the Moon’s night vision, he wouldn’t even be able to spot Adolf at this moment.
He looked at the balding old man with only a few strands of hair remaining, his body still trembling, whether from the lingering chill or not.
The old fellow wearing small, round-rimmed glasses looked as lifeless as a dead tree covered in snow in winter.
(End of Chapter)