Chapter 1194 The Great Poet from Avalon

After hearing Chief Erlo's description, Aiwas seemed to have hallucinations before his eyes.

There were flames that could not be extinguished.

Habitable oases were destroyed, food supplies burned, and homes burned.

People were homeless, constantly driven to new areas by the demonic flames. Then new flames ignited in the new settlements... People were burned and killed by the flames, and were trampled and crushed to death in the panic of fleeing.

The reason for this is that water, the resource most easily used to extinguish fires, is a regulated resource that ordinary citizens cannot freely access in any of the Parthian cities. It is "liquid life" that is more important than wealth.

No one would be willing to use their own water to put out a fire, let alone trying to put out a fire that had already taken shape with just one person's strength and water... that was simply impossible.

As for the extraordinary ones...

The priests of the Ring of Heaven lacked the ability to control or extinguish fire, nor did the curse casters. As for hunters, thieves, warriors, apothecaries, and witches... none of them existed. This land lacked civilization, wisdom, and even order... Therefore, there were no candle priests capable of manipulating fire, and almost no mages or alchemists.

It is very difficult to extinguish a fire solely by relying on ritualists. Even for the benevolent masters who have made a contract with Yuan Tiansi, their water is not endless, and the fire can be ignited at any time.

By a perfect coincidence, they chose the path that would most hurt the good Lord.

Even with water, an oasis doesn't form overnight. The vegetation will die after being burned, and it will take an unknown amount of time for the wasteland to become an oasis again. The grass for grazing cattle, sheep, and camels will be burned, and even the livestock and poultry in the pen will be killed.

Even if the ritualist can cast a fireproof barrier on a few areas, there will always be gaps and flaws.

How can you guard against thieves for a thousand days in this world?

Flames will burn again and again. These avengers who have vowed to give up everything would rather hurt the innocent and make the good ones pay the highest price.

The Red Hand will not give up or stop until people completely collapse and flee the city.

"They used the lives of freedmen and slaves as bait, forcing the slave knights and the legions of the good lords to go and put out the fire, then ambushed and killed them... or they completely angered these people, causing them to chase them to unfamiliar places, and then killed them in pre-set traps.

"And so, time and again, over and over again... the oasis city-states they targeted would be enveloped by the terror of an unquenchable fire that could ignite at any moment. Until they were slowly consumed and mauled to death by these mad dogs."

“…”

Hearing this, Aiwass pursed his lips.

He was silent.

Even Aiwass himself didn't know how to comment on this situation.

This was undoubtedly an unjust act. Those freedmen were innocent.

Starting a rebellion by harming innocent people...this should not be recognized or praised in any way.

——But from another perspective, they can only rebel against the good master in this way.

Ritualists, curse-casters, and the scouts and assassins lurking in the shadows... it was nearly impossible to assassinate the Benevolent Master. Furthermore, killing the Benevolent Master was meaningless; only capturing him alive would be effective. How many lives would have to be sacrificed to capture the Benevolent Master alive in such a vast sea of ​​people?

The loss of life that way would be far greater than this!

What Aiwass was even more reluctant to admit was...

"...If nothing unexpected happens, they should all be dedicated people."

Aiwass replied slowly, "Hassan was an accident. If he hadn't been sent to the Mage Tower, he would have become a devotee."

The behavior patterns of these people are consistent with the concept of the path of dedication.

"Everyone in the world suffers... If I kill people, it will benefit all living beings... right?"

Aiwass murmured softly.

But Aiwass knew clearly that...so far there was no profession in the path of dedication that only allowed for spell attacks.

Otherwise, he would never have embarked on the illegal path of a demonologist in the first place.

It was because the priest profession lacked combat effectiveness that he chose to become a demonologist in order to fight against the celestial officials... Otherwise, he would definitely have chosen a pure priesthood.

Although he now knew that he needed balanced development to achieve the Path of Hope, Aiwass hadn't known this back then. In Avalon, where "illegal paths" existed, taking the risk of learning demonic magic was extremely dangerous. At least, as far as Aiwass knew, such a profession didn't exist.

Did they develop a new offensive profession in the path of dedication?

That was even more impossible. The essence of developing a new profession was to design a complete system for the corresponding Celestial Master or Pillar God through mystical knowledge, requiring only their signature and seal of approval to grant power... This required a vast amount of knowledge and design ability, talent and achievements in the corresponding path, and goodwill with the gods.

A group of slaves whose families were broken up, it was obvious that they had nothing.

However, if the Red Hand were to cause trouble, the city would definitely strictly check for flammable materials and be wary of fire sources. In an oasis city-state with sparsely populated areas, fires wouldn't spread so easily.

If they want to appear out of nowhere and ignite a fire that even extraordinary people cannot extinguish... then the only answer is that there are extraordinary people among them.

Even if you're not a professional...

...should also be the inheritor.

——At that moment, Aiwass thought of Cardinal Belisarius.

He probably knew who gave these people their power.

Cardinal Belisarius himself was a very extreme and belligerent person. He was called the "Ice-Hearted King" by the Parthians and was regarded as a mysterious patron saint of the deep desert.

He claimed that if anyone asked for wisdom from him, he would give it to them, whether it was about mystical knowledge, knowledge of the world beyond the desert, or even the desire to escape the desert, he would lend a hand.

This inheritance of igniting fire should have been granted to the other party by him.

"Oh, right!"

The chief suddenly remembered something and said, "Hassan brought back a song this time. It is said that it was written by a great poet from Avalon."

"……Song?"

Aiwass was a little surprised.

"In the desert, song is more powerful than words, my king."

Erlo said.

...That's normal.

After all, song itself is a transcendental ability of the Path of Beauty, capable of connecting souls. It even falls within the domain of the Song Goddess—a man of joy, never afraid to stir up trouble. It's only natural that He would assign them some "miracles."

"How does that song go? Do you remember the lyrics?"

Aiwass himself was from Avalon and had read a lot of poetry, but he still couldn't remember who the "Great Poet of Avalon" was.

"Of course, my king."

The harpy chieftain was full of confidence: "If nothing else, we harpy people are good at singing."

Then she began to sing a loud and melodious song.

She certainly wasn't boasting...but it was a wild singing voice full of charm.

But as soon as Aiwas heard the lyrics, he couldn't hold it back anymore——

"Let the scorching sun forge my spine, I won't make a sound.

“I won’t say how much I long for nectar.

"Let every grain of sand recite this poem in unison:

"One day I will break free from these leaden fetters;

“I will ascend in smoke, free as the wind;

"My day will shine bright as the stars, as bright as the moon.

"God said, 'You cannot have manna and desire for manna at the same time,'

"Then come and taste my arrogance."

ah?

……ah?

...this great poet?

Prince Lloyd??

Aiwass remembered it clearly. This was the anti-poem written by Prince Lloyd when he was trying to usurp the throne!

What made Aiwas most unbearable was that Prince Lloyd's excuse for not being harmonized was that "this poem was written for the slaves of the ancient Parthia Empire."

——It turns out that it is now being used in the right place!

Update completed meow!

It’s so hard to write poetry, I’ve been stuck for so long… (sad)

(End of this chapter)