Chapter 101: Shepherds
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‘Just how bad can my timing be?!’
He was still injured and standing a bit farther from the cafeteria’s entrance when he saw the dozen men and women standing at the doors.
Their expressions were grim, and their intentions were quite clear as they pointed their guns toward the Survivors.
A burly, middle-aged man with short brown hair stood in front of the others. His arms had not one but four large scars that seemed to have healed not too long ago.
His eyes scanned the entire cafeteria in no time. A bright smile emerged on his face as he saw the weapons corner, the corner where everyone had chopped the War Krendels’ corpses for meat, and the part of the cafeteria where all women were resting.
Everything he saw exceeded the middle-aged man’s expectations several times over and a definite glint of greed was visible on his face.
“It looks like my little sheep uncovered a hidden treasure for us!” He spoke in excitement.
It was as if he acted like a shepherd, which was actually the title he and the others had been given.
Slowly taking one step after another, the group of 12 entered the cafeteria in its entirety.
Nobody except the shepherd seemed to smile. Rather, it looked like they were thirsting for the blood of the Survivors.
That was how intense their stares were on the Survivors that were working hard to improve the life of their small community.
Oliver was just about to unsheath his dagger when a gun was fired.
A moment later one could see a bullet hole in Oliver’s hand as the bullet sliced through his skin in an instant, while the dagger he had been holding fell to the ground.
Followed by the rattling sound of the dagger falling to the ground, a pained groan fell on everybody’s ears.
“Aren’t you a little bit too aggressive for a sheep? As the shepherd, I should pay attention to prevent a wolf in sheep’s skin from invading my herd, you know?!”
Even though the middle-aged man’s voice sounded calm, the authority one could hear in it was a clear sign that the shepherd didn’t like playing around.
“The next bullet will greet your brain, so be careful my little sheep!!”
The moment the first shot had been fired, most Survivors were unable to breathe.
It took them quite a while before their body allowed them to gasp for air once again. However, even then, everyone’s eyes were filled with fear because they could clearly tell that mankind’s weapons were still stronger than that of the Ascenders!
Oliver was the third strongest in their group, and the second fasted. Thus, considering that his intention to attack the intruders had been found out so quickly, it was not difficult to tell that they were in a tricky situation.
And ‘tricky’ described the situation much lightly than it actually was.
After all, the greed and desires one could perceive in the gaze of the 12 armed men and women were unfathomable.
Some Survivors were looking at Dilan and trying to plead for help through their eyes.
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Upon seeing Dilan’s calm expression everyone calmed down quite a bit.
However, even then, it was not possible for them to keep their cool because it was obvious that their leader was still severely injured from wounds he had inflicted upon himself at that!
This was simply ridiculous, but nobody was able to laugh.
‘Maybe I rushed upgrading my Origin ability a little bit?’
Analyzing the situation ahead of him, Dilan knew that nobody was able to do something.
The moment anyone were to move, dozens of Survivors would die in the crossfire.
Dilan was quite sure that he would survive because he still had more than enough mana left within him.
But he didn’t want to leave everyone behind, let alone be the cause of their deaths.
Their current situation was quite frustrating, and the arrival of the Shepherd and his group in the cafeteria only turned it worse.
While most Survivors had already gathered in a group, they were moving closer to each other instinctively.
This made it much easier for the Shepherd to observe everything, while the others could easily keep everyone under control.
There were only a few people in the room that were in the far corners, standing around alone or in tiny groups.
The most apparent was the half-naked Dilan and Bianne, who was still standing in front of him with a soup plate, slices of bread, and a spoon in her hand.
Following the fragrant aroma of food, the shepherd ended up in front of Bianne.
He looked at Dilan for a second, which allowed him to see his toned physique, numerous scars that covered his entire body, and the three fresh wounds.
“Oh, my poor sheep. These wounds don’t look good. Here, eat something!” Smiling brightly he freed his hand by letting the rifle hang on the sling it was attached to.
Taking the spoon out of Bianne’s hand he took the soup plate in his other hand just to start feeding Dilan.
Seeing this, every single Survivor frowned deeply.
Some even closed their eyes, thinking that Dilan would kill the shepherd at any moment.
However, nothing happened. The only movement Dilan made was to open his mouth, chew the meat, and swallow the meat broth.
He looked straight in the eyes of the shepherd while trying to figure out what exactly he wanted from them.
The situation was way too weird, after all.
That was the only thing Dilan could do right now because the situation was simply too complex. Several guns were aimed at him, while the remaining rifles and shotguns were enough to keep everyone in check.
Ailee was standing next to Oliver, while carefully inspecting his injured hand. It was almost as if she didn’t notice the situation that unfolded in front of her.
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Meanwhile, Kathrine was just holding Yvonne and trying to protect her.
But that was not something Yvonne needed. Her eyes gleamed in a pitch-black color as she looked at Dilan, and in an instant, they reverted to the usual color.
The corners of her mouth curled upward, but she forced herself to hide her expressions in Kathrine’s hug.
After Dilan’s soup plate was empty, the shepherd looked straight at Dilan’s unmoved face before he smiled lightly.
“It looks like you are one of the tougher guys… I wonder what we should do with you, little sheep!” He tilted his head for a moment, just to knit his brows after seeing that Dilan’s expression didn’t budge in the slightest.
This made it seem as if Dilan ignored the shepherd’s entire existence, which ticked him off.
“You should have shown a little bit of gratefulness for being fed by your Savior, little sheep!” The shepherd suddenly said before moving the spoon right in front of Dilan’s eyes.
After a moment to reconsider what he wanted to do, the shepherd moved the spoon away before digging the spoon into his abdomen.
He aimed straight for one of Dilan’s wounds.
It was hit perfectly and penetrated the flesh that had just stopped bleeding and starting to heal.
Dilan groaned in pain when he felt the spoon tip piercing in his newly formed layer of skin. He frowned deeply afterward, just to see that the shepherd let go of the spoon before slapping his shoulder.
“Your body is really tough. Looks like you are similar to the Head Shepherd. I guess you should survive, little one. Please take good care of the present I gave you!” Pointing at the spoon, the shepherd turned around.
With that he left Dilan with a fresh injury, knowing that his people were paying attention to every movement Dilan made.
However, oddly enough Dilan didn’t move anymore. He didn’t even seem to be trying to pull the spoon out of his abdomen.
This caused goosebumps to run down the spines of the women that had looked at him with lustful eyes.
They had been too engrossed in swooning over his toned physique, just to regain their senses when their shepherd pierced the spoon in Dilan’s abdomen.
“The head shepherd will be happy with all the food and weapons here. Maybe not only the shepherds will be allowed to go hunting with this amount of weapons!” One of the men holding a rifle suddenly said as he moved towards the fridges.
He was separated from the others, but even they began to spread through the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was huge, to put it simply. As such, everyone was spread out over a large space to pay attention to all survivors.
“Forget about the food, idiot! The women here are much better than the hags in our shelter! Maybe we should have some fun with them before we bring them to the head shepherd?”
It was one of the older man, who said while licking his dry lips.
However, just when he finished speaking, Dilan could clearly hear the sound of a gun being loaded from next to him.
Shooting halfway through the room, the shepherd killed one of his own people without any mercy, followed by his eyes that turned ice-cold.
“Trash.”
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‘Just how bad can my timing be?!’
He was still injured and standing a bit farther from the cafeteria’s entrance when he saw the dozen men and women standing at the doors.
Their expressions were grim, and their intentions were quite clear as they pointed their guns toward the Survivors.
A burly, middle-aged man with short brown hair stood in front of the others. His arms had not one but four large scars that seemed to have healed not too long ago.
His eyes scanned the entire cafeteria in no time. A bright smile emerged on his face as he saw the weapons corner, the corner where everyone had chopped the War Krendels’ corpses for meat, and the part of the cafeteria where all women were resting.
Everything he saw exceeded the middle-aged man’s expectations several times over and a definite glint of greed was visible on his face.
“It looks like my little sheep uncovered a hidden treasure for us!” He spoke in excitement.
It was as if he acted like a shepherd, which was actually the title he and the others had been given.
Slowly taking one step after another, the group of 12 entered the cafeteria in its entirety.
Nobody except the shepherd seemed to smile. Rather, it looked like they were thirsting for the blood of the Survivors.
That was how intense their stares were on the Survivors that were working hard to improve the life of their small community.
Oliver was just about to unsheath his dagger when a gun was fired.
A moment later one could see a bullet hole in Oliver’s hand as the bullet sliced through his skin in an instant, while the dagger he had been holding fell to the ground.
Followed by the rattling sound of the dagger falling to the ground, a pained groan fell on everybody’s ears.
“Aren’t you a little bit too aggressive for a sheep? As the shepherd, I should pay attention to prevent a wolf in sheep’s skin from invading my herd, you know?!”
Even though the middle-aged man’s voice sounded calm, the authority one could hear in it was a clear sign that the shepherd didn’t like playing around.
“The next bullet will greet your brain, so be careful my little sheep!!”
The moment the first shot had been fired, most Survivors were unable to breathe.
It took them quite a while before their body allowed them to gasp for air once again. However, even then, everyone’s eyes were filled with fear because they could clearly tell that mankind’s weapons were still stronger than that of the Ascenders!
Oliver was the third strongest in their group, and the second fasted. Thus, considering that his intention to attack the intruders had been found out so quickly, it was not difficult to tell that they were in a tricky situation.
And ‘tricky’ described the situation much lightly than it actually was.
After all, the greed and desires one could perceive in the gaze of the 12 armed men and women were unfathomable.
Some Survivors were looking at Dilan and trying to plead for help through their eyes.
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Upon seeing Dilan’s calm expression everyone calmed down quite a bit.
However, even then, it was not possible for them to keep their cool because it was obvious that their leader was still severely injured from wounds he had inflicted upon himself at that!
This was simply ridiculous, but nobody was able to laugh.
‘Maybe I rushed upgrading my Origin ability a little bit?’
Analyzing the situation ahead of him, Dilan knew that nobody was able to do something.
The moment anyone were to move, dozens of Survivors would die in the crossfire.
Dilan was quite sure that he would survive because he still had more than enough mana left within him.
But he didn’t want to leave everyone behind, let alone be the cause of their deaths.
Their current situation was quite frustrating, and the arrival of the Shepherd and his group in the cafeteria only turned it worse.
While most Survivors had already gathered in a group, they were moving closer to each other instinctively.
This made it much easier for the Shepherd to observe everything, while the others could easily keep everyone under control.
There were only a few people in the room that were in the far corners, standing around alone or in tiny groups.
The most apparent was the half-naked Dilan and Bianne, who was still standing in front of him with a soup plate, slices of bread, and a spoon in her hand.
Following the fragrant aroma of food, the shepherd ended up in front of Bianne.
He looked at Dilan for a second, which allowed him to see his toned physique, numerous scars that covered his entire body, and the three fresh wounds.
“Oh, my poor sheep. These wounds don’t look good. Here, eat something!” Smiling brightly he freed his hand by letting the rifle hang on the sling it was attached to.
Taking the spoon out of Bianne’s hand he took the soup plate in his other hand just to start feeding Dilan.
Seeing this, every single Survivor frowned deeply.
Some even closed their eyes, thinking that Dilan would kill the shepherd at any moment.
However, nothing happened. The only movement Dilan made was to open his mouth, chew the meat, and swallow the meat broth.
He looked straight in the eyes of the shepherd while trying to figure out what exactly he wanted from them.
The situation was way too weird, after all.
That was the only thing Dilan could do right now because the situation was simply too complex. Several guns were aimed at him, while the remaining rifles and shotguns were enough to keep everyone in check.
Ailee was standing next to Oliver, while carefully inspecting his injured hand. It was almost as if she didn’t notice the situation that unfolded in front of her.
This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com
Meanwhile, Kathrine was just holding Yvonne and trying to protect her.
But that was not something Yvonne needed. Her eyes gleamed in a pitch-black color as she looked at Dilan, and in an instant, they reverted to the usual color.
The corners of her mouth curled upward, but she forced herself to hide her expressions in Kathrine’s hug.
After Dilan’s soup plate was empty, the shepherd looked straight at Dilan’s unmoved face before he smiled lightly.
“It looks like you are one of the tougher guys… I wonder what we should do with you, little sheep!” He tilted his head for a moment, just to knit his brows after seeing that Dilan’s expression didn’t budge in the slightest.
This made it seem as if Dilan ignored the shepherd’s entire existence, which ticked him off.
“You should have shown a little bit of gratefulness for being fed by your Savior, little sheep!” The shepherd suddenly said before moving the spoon right in front of Dilan’s eyes.
After a moment to reconsider what he wanted to do, the shepherd moved the spoon away before digging the spoon into his abdomen.
He aimed straight for one of Dilan’s wounds.
It was hit perfectly and penetrated the flesh that had just stopped bleeding and starting to heal.
Dilan groaned in pain when he felt the spoon tip piercing in his newly formed layer of skin. He frowned deeply afterward, just to see that the shepherd let go of the spoon before slapping his shoulder.
“Your body is really tough. Looks like you are similar to the Head Shepherd. I guess you should survive, little one. Please take good care of the present I gave you!” Pointing at the spoon, the shepherd turned around.
With that he left Dilan with a fresh injury, knowing that his people were paying attention to every movement Dilan made.
However, oddly enough Dilan didn’t move anymore. He didn’t even seem to be trying to pull the spoon out of his abdomen.
This caused goosebumps to run down the spines of the women that had looked at him with lustful eyes.
They had been too engrossed in swooning over his toned physique, just to regain their senses when their shepherd pierced the spoon in Dilan’s abdomen.
“The head shepherd will be happy with all the food and weapons here. Maybe not only the shepherds will be allowed to go hunting with this amount of weapons!” One of the men holding a rifle suddenly said as he moved towards the fridges.
He was separated from the others, but even they began to spread through the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was huge, to put it simply. As such, everyone was spread out over a large space to pay attention to all survivors.
“Forget about the food, idiot! The women here are much better than the hags in our shelter! Maybe we should have some fun with them before we bring them to the head shepherd?”
It was one of the older man, who said while licking his dry lips.
However, just when he finished speaking, Dilan could clearly hear the sound of a gun being loaded from next to him.
Shooting halfway through the room, the shepherd killed one of his own people without any mercy, followed by his eyes that turned ice-cold.
“Trash.”
**
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Just how bad can my timing be?!'He was still injured and standing a bit farther from the cafeteria's entrance when he saw the dozen men and women standing at the doors.Their expressions were grim, and their intentions were quite clear as they pointed their guns toward the Survivors.A burly, middle-aged man with short brown hair stood in front of the others. His arms had not one but four large scars that seemed to have healed not too long ago.His eyes scanned the entire cafeteria in no time. A bright smile emerged on his face as he saw the weapons corner, the corner where everyone had chopped the War Krendels' corpses for meat, and the part of the cafeteria where all women were resting.Everything he saw exceeded the middle-aged man's expectations several times over and a definite glint of greed was visible on his face.It looks like my little sheep uncovered a hidden treasure for us! He spoke in excitement.It was as if he acted like a shepherd, which was actually the title he and the others had been given.Slowly taking one step after another, the group of 12 entered the cafeteria in its entirety.Nobody except the shepherd seemed to smile. Rather, it looked like they were thirsting for the blood of the Survivors.That was how intense their stares were on the Survivors that were working hard to improve the life of their small community.Oliver was just about to unsheath his dagger when a gun was fired.A moment later one could see a bullet hole in Oliver's hand as the bullet sliced through his skin in an instant, while the dagger he had been holding fell to the ground. Followed by the rattling sound of the dagger falling to the ground, a pained groan fell on everybody's ears.Aren't you a little bit too aggressive for a sheep? As the shepherd, I should pay attention to prevent a wolf in sheep's skin from invading my herd, you know?!Even though the middle-aged man's voice sounded calm, the authority one could hear in it was a clear sign that the shepherd didn't like playing around.The next bullet will greet your brain, so be careful my little sheep!!The moment the first shot had been fired, most Survivors were unable to breathe.It took them quite a while before their body allowed them to gasp for air once again. However, even then, everyone's eyes were filled with fear because they could clearly tell that mankind's weapons were still stronger than that of the Ascenders!Oliver was the third strongest in their group, and the second fasted. Thus, considering that his intention to attack the intruders had been found out so quickly, it was not difficult to tell that they were in a tricky situation.And tricky' described the situation much lightly than it actually was.After all, the greed and desires one could perceive in the gaze of the 12 armed men and women were unfathomable.Some Survivors were looking at Dilan and trying to plead for help through their eyes.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com Upon seeing Dilan's calm expression everyone calmed down quite a bit.However, even then, it was not possible for them to keep their cool because it was obvious that their leader was still severely injured from wounds he had inflicted upon himself at that! This was simply ridiculous, but nobody was able to laugh.Maybe I rushed upgrading my Origin ability a little bit?'Analyzing the situation ahead of him, Dilan knew that nobody was able to do something.The moment anyone were to move, dozens of Survivors would die in the crossfire.Dilan was quite sure that he would survive because he still had more than enough mana left within him.But he didn't want to leave everyone behind, let alone be the cause of their deaths.Their current situation was quite frustrating, and the arrival of the Shepherd and his group in the cafeteria only turned it worse.While most Survivors had already gathered in a group, they were moving closer to each other instinctively.This made it much easier for the Shepherd to observe everything, while the others could easily keep everyone under control.There were only a few people in the room that were in the far corners, standing around alone or in tiny groups.The most apparent was the half-naked Dilan and Bianne, who was still standing in front of him with a soup plate, slices of bread, and a spoon in her hand.Following the fragrant aroma of food, the shepherd ended up in front of Bianne.He looked at Dilan for a second, which allowed him to see his toned physique, numerous scars that covered his entire body, and the three fresh wounds.Oh, my poor sheep. These wounds don't look good. Here, eat something! Smiling brightly he freed his hand by letting the rifle hang on the sling it was attached to.Taking the spoon out of Bianne's hand he took the soup plate in his other hand just to start feeding Dilan.Seeing this, every single Survivor frowned deeply.Some even closed their eyes, thinking that Dilan would kill the shepherd at any moment.However, nothing happened. The only movement Dilan made was to open his mouth, chew the meat, and swallow the meat broth.He looked straight in the eyes of the shepherd while trying to figure out what exactly he wanted from them.The situation was way too weird, after all.That was the only thing Dilan could do right now because the situation was simply too complex. Several guns were aimed at him, while the remaining rifles and shotguns were enough to keep everyone in check.Ailee was standing next to Oliver, while carefully inspecting his injured hand. It was almost as if she didn't notice the situation that unfolded in front of her.This chapter upload first at NovelBin.Com Meanwhile, Kathrine was just holding Yvonne and trying to protect her.But that was not something Yvonne needed. Her eyes gleamed in a pitch-black color as she looked at Dilan, and in an instant, they reverted to the usual color.The corners of her mouth curled upward, but she forced herself to hide her expressions in Kathrine's hug.After Dilan's soup plate was empty, the shepherd looked straight at Dilan's unmoved face before he smiled lightly.It looks like you are one of the tougher guys I wonder what we should do with you, little sheep! He tilted his head for a moment, just to knit his brows after seeing that Dilan's expression didn't budge in the slightest.This made it seem as if Dilan ignored the shepherd's entire existence, which ticked him off.You should have shown a little bit of gratefulness for being fed by your Savior, little sheep! The shepherd suddenly said before moving the spoon right in front of Dilan's eyes.After a moment to reconsider what he wanted to do, the shepherd moved the spoon away before digging the spoon into his abdomen.He aimed straight for one of Dilan's wounds.It was hit perfectly and penetrated the flesh that had just stopped bleeding and starting to heal.Dilan groaned in pain when he felt the spoon tip piercing in his newly formed layer of skin. He frowned deeply afterward, just to see that the shepherd let go of the spoon before slapping his shoulder.Your body is really tough. Looks like you are similar to the Head Shepherd. I guess you should survive, little one. Please take good care of the present I gave you! Pointing at the spoon, the shepherd turned around.With that he left Dilan with a fresh injury, knowing that his people were paying attention to every movement Dilan made.However, oddly enough Dilan didn't move anymore. He didn't even seem to be trying to pull the spoon out of his abdomen.This caused goosebumps to run down the spines of the women that had looked at him with lustful eyes.They had been too engrossed in swooning over his toned physique, just to regain their senses when their shepherd pierced the spoon in Dilan's abdomen.The head shepherd will be happy with all the food and weapons here. Maybe not only the shepherds will be allowed to go hunting with this amount of weapons! One of the men holding a rifle suddenly said as he moved towards the fridges.He was separated from the others, but even they began to spread through the cafeteria. The cafeteria was huge, to put it simply. As such, everyone was spread out over a large space to pay attention to all survivors.Forget about the food, idiot! The women here are much better than the hags in our shelter! Maybe we should have some fun with them before we bring them to the head shepherd?It was one of the older man, who said while licking his dry lips.However, just when he finished speaking, Dilan could clearly hear the sound of a gun being loaded from next to him.Shooting halfway through the room, the shepherd killed one of his own people without any mercy, followed by his eyes that turned ice-cold.Trash.**A/N: If you like the novel support me with golden tickets
