Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 770: A New Era Belonging to the Moon Child (8000 words updated, please give me a monthly ticket!)

Just as Prince Szijjártó himself said.

When the prophecy penetrated so close, early warning had lost its meaning. The frowning honey badger and the sweaty Fenrir discussed for a long time, but they still couldn't find a way to break the deadlock.

Because of the current complicated situation, it seems that the Sima family killed the emperor in the street.

But in fact it can be said to be destiny.

The current rulers of the Narcissus Principality are the Moon Sons of the Banquet Master faction, just like the Red Castle faction of Xingti.

The so-called banquet host school is the hedonist school, because the banquet host himself is the god of banquets and enjoyment, and also involves the fields of wine and frenzy.

They value being independent from the world. As long as they can enjoy themselves, they will not interfere in anything. They will not deliberately persecute anyone, or start any wars, or implement any laws... They only care about having enough blood slaves and enough wealth to squander. They are a purely selfish group.

The Moon Children of Iris are from the Blood Sky Division faction - this is the most powerful faction, because they can easily pray for divine spells from the Blood Sky Division. In other words, the Moon Children of Iris all have strong spellcasting abilities.

But the Blood Sky Sergeant craves a sacrifice of flesh and blood.

He is the god of sadism, thirst and pain.

The Moon Children who believe in the Blood God will be more thirsty than the Moon Children of other faiths, and will be more violent and painful when their blood-sucking desire is not satisfied. Their pleasure and satisfaction are also weaker than other Moon Children, so they are relatively more rational and cruel, and will not show mercy because of temporary desire.

In addition to their normal blood-sucking behavior, they also have some bloody trials and sacrifices...

For example, the Red Prime Minister would keep a bunch of handsome men and beautiful women in his swimming pool, and then let them take a bath with him or his children, feeding them fruits while everyone mixed together and played passionately; while the Moon Child of Iris would tend to make them into a blood pool, and then hang a few eagle-eyed assassins or reporters who dared to write negative reports about them above to slowly bleed them.

On one side is joy, on the other side is pain, and the boundaries between their behaviors are extremely clear.

But these children of the moon do not have any fierce conflicts of faith.

In the final analysis, it was because the feast host had never asked the Moon Child to believe in Him, but he had never rejected the Moon Child's belief, just as He had never rejected anyone's belief and sacrifice - everyone who came was a guest, and they would be fed as soon as they sat at the table.

Among those scattered non-mainstream beliefs, Sister Sasha has no power or voice, and Hengwo never pays attention to anyone.

In this case, other factions only need to flatter the Blood Sky Master, and they can sit together in harmony.

Well, a very subtle thing happened right now.

The Narcissus Principality, which is seeking independence, is a country ruled by the Son of the Moon. The top leaders of the Black Hawk Territory have all been bribed, infiltrated, or even converted by the Son of the Moon of the Banquet Master faction. The Son of the Moon on the Iris side controls more than 50% of the entire country. If the Red Phase also controls Xingtan now...

Then the four countries that split from the former Helasar Empire will be merged again!
Although the Banquet Master was powerful before, he was not a Celestial Master after all. Once they merged, the power would inevitably belong to the Moon Sons of the Iris Faction. But now the Banquet Master has been upgraded to a Celestial Master... As everyone knows, the Banquet Master already had the power of a Celestial Master when he was still an Apostle.

He could have been promoted long ago, but he stubbornly refused to be promoted because his friend, the Fool, was incomplete. The Fool was even more powerful. When he died, he was even invited by many pillar gods to be an apostle, and even had the opportunity to become a celestial master. The fusion of these two strong men would only make them stronger—far stronger than the Blood Celestial Master, and possibly even stronger than the Shadow Celestial Master!
If the host of the banquet intends to continue to ascend, he may even set foot on the position of Pillar God.

If they were to unite into a country again now, the new Helasar Empire would have its own patron saint.

From this perspective, a peaceful merger initiated by the four nations' Sons of the Moon after all occupying high positions would actually be the most peaceful and quickest way to revive the former empire - among the many roads of conquest, this road would be the only one that does not require a war, has the fewest casualties, and is the least destructive!

And that future will be the era of the Son of the Moon!

"Is there really nothing we can do?"

The most upset person was not Prince Szijjártó whose life was in danger, but Ms. Honey Badger.

She had a deep hatred for the Children of the Moon, and now she felt uncomfortable seeing that they seemed to have a chance to rise.

"Actually..."

Aleister, who had been listening for a long time, just yawned and said, "It's not that there is no solution."

"Please say."

Prince Szijjártó asked respectfully and politely.

He didn't seem too panicked, probably because he had guessed that Aleister would have a solution.

"——I knew it! In the end, I still have to rely on you!"

The honey badger opened his eyes wide and looked at Aleister with fanaticism in his eyes: "This is all for justice!"

"No no no..."

Knowing that the honey badger must have misunderstood his meaning and thought that he was going to issue a papal decree to forcibly dispatch the Judgment Center... Aleister waved his hands repeatedly: "There is no need for that kind of thing... I can rely on myself alone."

"Only by yourself is——?"

Fenrir subconsciously raised his voice.

“It means literally.”

The corners of Aleister's mouth curled up slightly, and his pupils turned into the scarlet red of the Moon Child without him noticing.

She looked like she was drunk, her cheeks flushed and her emotions became excited: “Just kill them all.

"Whoever dares to jump will be killed - whoever dares to cause trouble will be killed. I don't know where they get their confidence from, but I know... I can definitely beat them!"

There was absolute confidence in Aleister's words that could not be questioned.

But in fact, Prince Szijjártó only believed less than half of it, and Fenrir didn't believe it at all.

"How is it possible... Rather, I trust the ritual performed by demonologists more than this illusory thing."

He frowned, "Why don't we find a way to help them complete the ritual? I saw earlier that the ritual would destroy half of the planet... but in that future, there was no crazy plan by the Moon Children. I guess the 'half of the planet' that was destroyed at that time included them.

"If we really have no other options, why not just find a way to reverse the future back to the first ending!"

"--impossible."

Aleister said without hesitation: "You are committing a crime, Mr. Fenrir. At least the Son of the Moon rules the four nations, and with the Banquet Master faction in the majority, the worst that can happen is not worse than the Star Antimony that was 'mostly destroyed'."

"That's different."

Mr. Fenrir, wearing helmet-shaped glasses with many lenses on his head, only showed the lower half of his face, but he argued: "I am your Highness's man. After all, I predict and think for your majesty. And you yourself are the son of the moon..."

"——Fenrir."

Prince Szijjártó suddenly interrupted Fenrir.

Fenrir also immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. Even though most of his face was blocked, it could be seen that his face suddenly turned pale: "Oh, oh... I'm sorry, Miss Aleister, I mean..." "It doesn't matter."

Aleister smiled with satisfaction: "You are right... The Son of the Moon cannot be trusted. No matter how well the Son of the Moon behaves, you must always be prepared for their betrayal. Because the Son of the Moon is a race without moral and emotional constraints, and is purely selfish like a parasite."

"you……"

This made Prince Szijjártó a little confused.

Fortunately, at this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Fenrir, who was fidgeting, breathed a sigh of relief almost instantly. He immediately picked up the phone and asked loudly, "Excuse me——?"

His expression quickly turned ugly, and the excitement of having escaped by chance gradually turned into a calm expression, revealing a look of sadness and pain. His lips moved, but eventually closed.

"…Don't be afraid, we'll be there soon."

Fenrir comforted her with a complicated expression.

He slowly hung up the phone, looked back at Aleister, then at Prince Szijjártó, and reported softly, "Your Highness..."

"Whose phone number?"

"Inspector Weiner, your highness."

Fenrir said: "Many bodies were found hanging in the town square."

"What does this have to do with us? That should be a case handled by the police department."

Prince Szijjártó asked in return: "Could it be that the previous ceremony is still going on?"

"That's not the case. All of these corpses have been drained of blood. It can be seen that they were all killed by the Son of the Moon...

"But the key is their identities. They are all members of the Rosicrucian Order, including two viscounts, a well-known lawyer, three journalists, and... old Mr. Frank Schumacher."

Fenrir explained to Aleister and Honey Badger, "Old Frank was a first-class police inspector, a very high rank. He was the highest person in charge of the Royal Security Police in Leipzig, and he was also the one who introduced Inspector Weiner to join the Rosicrucian. His murder means..."

"——Red Phase's plan has already begun."

Honey Badger concluded: "I guess he has been placed under house arrest. The Son of the Moon always has a strong desire for control and doesn't like any enemy to escape from under his nose. This is a distorted desire that extends from the desire for exclusivity."

"Yes," Fenrir nodded. "Inspector Weiner is asking for help, Your Highness. He has been locked in his office by his colleagues at the police station and is now unable to leave the room. There are also armed public security police guarding him at the door.

"Surprisingly, they didn't block the office's phone..."

"Oh, I didn't cut the phone line, I just tapped it."

Aleister sneered, "You don't think they missed it?"

Although Aleister also felt that the Son of the Moon was not a good thing, after being inexplicably spitted at by Fenrir, he also became a little vengeful - just like a real Son of the Moon.

"—They wanted to see who Inspector Weiner would call and who would come to rescue him."

"That is to say..."

Fenrir's face turned pale.

"Our astrologer, are you relying too much on your eyes and neglecting to exercise your brain?"

Aleister said sarcastically, "This is something that can be easily guessed... How dare you make a decision for your master? You may not be very capable, but you are very brave! For a fool like you, I am too lazy to even suck your blood. I feel that drinking it will reduce your intelligence."

"...I can give you my blood, Miss Aleister."

Prince Szijjártó bowed his head to Aleister: "I want to ask you to rescue Inspector Weiner... He is my friend."

"Even if he called you just to take advantage of your abilities and connections?"

Aleister asked back.

"That's because he trusted me more than anyone else."

Szijjártó answered without hesitation: "Then I will save him. This is my voluntary donation of blood. Even according to the most traditional customs of the Moon Children, it is considered 'pure blood' that can be drunk."

"……Ah."

Hearing this, Aleister felt inexplicably unhappy.

But she looked into her heart carefully and couldn't find why she was unhappy.

She could only respond anxiously, "Forget about the blood. I will only suck the blood of one man. After tasting his blood, I have no interest in you so-called 'blood purifiers'.

"But for the sake of your friendship and trust - I'll still agree to it. After all, I also have a friend like this who can always trust each other."

Thinking of Sherlock, Aleister tried to suppress his inner anxiety.

It's ironic... She initially thought someone was using a ritual to attack her, so she became furious for no reason.

But now Alphonse had been killed by himself, and his ritual had been destroyed by Aleister, but that sudden violent emotion had not disappeared, but had become more frequent.

In other words, Alphonse never attacked Aleister or sacrificed her.

It was just that the problem that Aleister had happened to collide with what Alphonse was doing.

From then on, it has been an accident until now.

...Strange, where did it all start to go wrong?

Aleister frowned slightly.

But she couldn't think of the answer for a moment - but all the plans involving her would collapse anyway, so Aleister simply put it aside and stopped thinking about it.

"...Anyway, saving lives is the most important thing. Let's go."

Aleister stood up excitedly: "Let's break into the police station!"

(End of this chapter)