Chapter 1066 No Need to Pray to the Gods
"Are they okay?"
Yasen came closer with some uneasiness: "I mean... can they recover?"
He did not recognize these blood slaves who had been tortured beyond recognition.
——In other words, the youngest of the blood slaves he met in the Earl's Mansion back then should be able to run on the ground now.
It's already a relationship where we're destined to meet again in the next life.
But this did not prevent him from feeling pity for these blood slaves... and thinking of his past self.
Once upon a time, he had been one of these people. The pain he endured was no less than theirs, but he had relied on his own will to get through it... He had also seen others go mad, or completely give up their identity as human beings.
"Normally..."
Aiwass shook his head slightly and said: "All the mainstream treatments popular in the material world should be useless to them.
"They weren't just frightened; their very personalities were completely destroyed. They couldn't survive the torture... Now I'm afraid only animal instincts remain."
"how so……"
Yasen murmured softly, looking at the blood slaves healed by Aiwass. Their limbs had completely regenerated, but their pupils were still empty and lifeless. They could not speak or move, and only twitched reflexively.
Sadness was evident in his eyes. He bowed his head slightly, mourning for them.
Because in Yasen's understanding, if a person's personality itself is destroyed... even if his limbs are intact and his soul is complete, it is tantamount to death.
"——But for me, this kind of thing is relatively easy to solve."
Looking at Yasen’s reaction, Aiwass suddenly revealed a proud yet approving smile: “I acknowledge your purity as a devotee.
"But who do you think I am?"
Aiwass, in his Sin Beast form, raised his head and whispered:
"I call upon your moonlight, the three-phase solo dancer...
"The God whose holy number is One, the God who gives birth again after death, the God who sees the long-awaited ignorance—I am as constant as the moon!"
As Aiwass finished speaking, the sinthorns wrapped around his body began to slowly wriggle, cutting his skin and causing it to bleed.
At this time, the sun was rising outside.
But under Aiwass's call, the sun and the moon rotate here——
Amidst the chaos of people being frightened, rejoicing, praising, or praying, time seemed to flow backwards, and the cold yet warm white moon once again hung in the night sky.
And Aiwass was still praying.
This is the fifth level of ritual magic.
It is not those "high-level divine arts" that are essentially equivalent to turning oneself into an apostle of God, but the art of "prayer" that can only be used when one reaches the fifth energy level!
Only a cardinal or the Pope can perform prayers of this level.
And Aiwass happens to be both.
"I pray for your care, O mother, lover, and daughter incarnate!"
Aiwass prayed: "My tears are the saltiest salt, my blood is the strongest wine, my flesh is the sweetest fruit.
"I ask the moonlight to mend my broken heart, sew up my shattered soul, and gather up lost memories! Strip away my flesh and blood, and brew the nectar of the light!
"—A wine of devotion in the name of love!"
As Aiwass prayed, his flesh gradually melted away under the moonlight.
First the skin disappeared, then the flesh, until most of the body was reduced to bones.
However, the color of the dissolved flesh and blood was not pink, but a cool white as pure as moonlight - it was like Aiwass's platinum-colored hair, a warm silver-white emitting a light golden glow.
——This magical art is called "brewing moon wine".
It can only be used once a month. Under the moonlight, a fifth-level priest offers flesh and blood and prays to Hengwo. This creates a unique wine called Moon Liquor.
This wine must be consumed in the light of this moon. It cannot be preserved by any other means and therefore cannot be prepared in advance.
Through this ritual, previously untreatable mental damage can be repaired—whether it's personality defects, a broken soul, or lost memory, it can be compensated in this way.
——This is the purest ability of the "Path of Love".
It is not the power that has been entangled by the path of beasts and almost contaminated into the "path of desire", but the original and purest "love of devotion".
This is also the special requirement of this ritual - when performing this ritual, the life saved cannot be closely related to oneself. Only in this way can the chaotic beast power be discarded, so that it is not for instinct or self, and thus obtain true pure love.
It's ironic.
The pillar deity of the path of love itself was polluted, causing the purest love to be sought through the path of devotion...
Aiwass extended the sin thorns that spread from his body to each of the blood slaves who had lost their minds, feeding them the moon nectar. As for those who were unable to open their mouths due to clenching their teeth, Aiwass simply dripped the moon nectar into their eyes. After all, the difference was not big.
Just one drop is needed for shattered consciousness to begin to heal and lost memories to be restored.
Their souls had become dim and turbid because of this experience, and they could no longer embark on the path of transcendence other than the path of love. But now their souls have become bright again - their tainted talents have been restored to their original state.
One by one they regained consciousness and clearly recalled the truth.
They were acutely aware that it was this sacred yet eerie white deer before them that had saved them—the white fur on its limbs and head shone with a radiant light, while its chest and abdomen, where its internal organs should have been stored, were hollowed out, revealing only half of a sinister, white skeleton. The holy light and the hollowed-out skeleton formed an eerie yet harmonious scene.
I don’t know who started it first, but they all turned over and knelt on the ground.
Without saying a word, they prostrated themselves before the white deer in the middle in the most respectful manner they could imagine.
First, these blood slaves who were healed, and then even those blood slaves who stood silently by the side with hunched backs like ghosts, were healed. They were all healed equally by Aiwass, and the melting of Aiwass's limbs had spread to his limbs.
Even his beating heart, which shone with a dark red light like a red gem, could be seen with the naked eye.
Except for the part above the chest, which was still holding its head high, the entire white deer had turned into bones.
It wasn't just about saving one or two people... but more than 140 blood slaves in the entire Earl's Mansion were saved.
At this moment, they can no longer be called blood slaves.
The broken mind was healed, the personality that was shattered after being tortured was restored to its original state. Even the addiction caused by the enchanting kiss was completely cured by Aiwass.
What kind of misfortune they had suffered, what kind of misfortune they were about to suffer, and what they had done to others. When these memories emerged with incredible clarity, they worshipped the sacred white deer before them, which was no different from a god.
My body couldn't help but tremble, not because of fear, but because of excitement.
Some were crying, some were sobbing, some were praising enthusiastically, and some were just silent.
When they encountered misfortune, they also called on the gods.
But it's a pity.
No gods came to save them.
Of course, they knew that gods really existed in this world. But if a god couldn't save them, what difference would it make to them if they didn't exist?
Rather, it is the "God" who gave the Moon Children power and induced them to commit violence against themselves!
There is nothing more worthy of admiration than the white deer before us!
Their lives were so worthless that in everyone's eyes, they were just pieces of meat that were beyond saving and needed to be discarded; or they were puppets that had committed countless evil deeds and lost their qualifications as human beings. But now, they were all saved...
Not only their lives, but also their future lives—even their souls that have fallen into the abyss will be purified.
That is something that even praying to God cannot achieve.
And such a great miracle actually required such a huge price to be paid by such a sacred earthly god - just thinking about it, they felt their own sin and pain.
“…That’s enough. No need to kneel down to me anymore.”
Suddenly, Aiwass whispered, "I am not your God."
When his magic ended, his body suddenly burst into flames - in an instant, flesh grew on the bones. In just a few breaths, he was back to normal.
The Sin Beast's body was constantly under the effects of Illumination or Fire Sacrifice. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save everyone here—he would have to "get in and out" like the swimming pool in elementary school math problems to restore everyone in one go.
Just like with extremely powerful life recovery abilities, spells that instantly consume a large amount of life force can also make blood loss become extremely slow. If it can be faster, it can even achieve a balance between loss and recovery.
But this was already the fastest possible scenario. If it were any other fifth-level priest, they would probably only be able to save three people at a time, and any more would result in their complete death.
"Why……"
Looking at these people who were rescued from the abyss by him, Aiwass sighed softly.
He wasn't dissatisfied or disappointed with these people, but rather sighed that he could only go this far.
He once again understood what Huan Tiansi had said—there is no God in this world.
Even gods have their limits. They are merely slightly more powerful transcendents who entered the Dream World earlier and gained the power of the Source River.
Even God cannot make the world develop in the direction he wants.
Even Aiwas couldn't do such a simple thing as saving the blood slaves who were killed by the Moon Son of Iris - although he saved more than a hundred people at a time, which was an unprecedented act of salvation, it was far from enough.
This magic can only be used once a month. At this scale, it can't save many people in total.
The speed at which they killed people was far greater than the speed at which Aiwass saved them... It was like destroying and rebuilding at the same time. The cost and energy involved in these two actions were completely disproportionate.
...If only there were more power.
As Aiwas thought this, a strange purple light flashed in his pupils.
The purple light of transcendence gradually merged with the red light in his pupils, transforming into a beautiful purple-red glow like the setting sun.
But even though Aiwass said so, those former blood slaves still did not get up.
Looking at this scene, Aiwass couldn't help laughing.
If they were still blood slaves, they would never dare to disobey Aiwass's "orders." No matter what Aiwass said, they should do it immediately - before the brain started to think, the body should have already started to move.
And now, they can continue to kneel in the same place precisely because they have recovered.
This is the true grace of rebirth.
Aiwass thought for a moment, then changed back into a human form under the admiring gazes of the people.
"——In that case, go and save others."
Aiwass said softly.
If we let these people leave like this, I'm afraid they will never forget it.
It just so happened that some of these people were once blood slaves who had been tamed by the Moon Children of the Earl's Mansion and committed evil deeds. Now they can all atone for their past mistakes.
"From today on, for every person you have harmed, you must save three."
Aiwass's voice was ethereal and sacred: "For every unjust thing you have done in the past, you must do three good things.
"If you don't remember what you've done, then follow your heart. Keep doing this until your heart is no longer hurt, until you can hold your head high and face everyone's questions and shouts.
"Just do it. Keep your eyes bright, your head held high, and your bearing dignified. If you don't know whose name you should worship, worship mine."
"Savior..."
Someone timidly asked, "What should we call you? Which god do you pray to?"
That was a little girl.
She looked polite and seemed to be of noble birth, but even so, she could hardly exist as a "human" here.
She had just been brought here and hadn't been tortured to insanity yet. She had just been rescued from the restaurant by Yassen—only half an hour before she was served as a midnight snack.
Of course, they weren't "acquaintances" like Hannibal. Rather, they were strangers with no special flavor.
Or rather, a living person.
Because the Moon Children who worship the Blood Sky Master don't like overly refined food, as it only exacerbates their desires. However, their inner savagery and hatred make them enjoy doing barbaric things - such as eating food that screams.
I can only say that it’s a good thing there is no Slaanesh in this world, otherwise I would have been packed up and taken away.
The one who was preparing to do some "rough work" or "preliminary processing" was another blood slave kneeling beside her.
She inquired about Aiwass's faith, apparently intending to change her own.
Aiwas originally planned to say Candle Master, and later planned to say Lord of Scales and Feathers.
But then, thinking about their experiences, he fell silent.
They were all people who hadn't been redeemed by the gods. They were people who had been abandoned by the gods... If they were allowed to change their faith, would that heal their wounds?
On impulse, the pastor, Aiwass, suddenly said: "There is no need to pray to any god...
"One day, even the gods will sing the praises of my deeds."
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