Chapter 1144 Thomas's Death (3rd Update!)
At this moment, the melting old assassin suddenly raised his head.
At that moment, a strong premonition of death came over me, like wearing thin clothes while a cold wind blew along with a heavy rain.
He looked up in the direction where the sense of crisis came from, and saw an extremely sacred and glorious stag.
That was Aiwass.
His appearance was similar to Aiwass, only more majestic and solemn. There were a few black and gold lines on his face, making him look like a barbaric priest.
He was still wearing the cardinal's black robe, and his swelling muscles completely filled the loose black robe, making it like a tight-fitting garment.
He had enormous antlers on his head. One was as majestic as a halberd, while the other, seemingly severed, was more than half the size. These antlers shone with a soft, smooth sheen like white jade, and were faintly patterned with black and gold auspicious clouds.
Sinthorns hung from Aiwass's back to the ground, covering his body like a cloak woven from thorns.
As the buck moved forward, the surroundings grew brighter.
It was as if a new sun was running across the earth, its scorching heat and radiance like the scorching midsummer sun obscuring everything around it. The stag itself, however, seemed somewhat darkened in the glow, like the wick of a candle.
"What is that...?"
Thomas murmured.
Of course he recognized Aiwass's face—as a top assassin, he would not forget his target's appearance. Even if the other party was wearing makeup, he would be able to recognize his true identity.
But this sacred and glorious gesture...
For a moment, Thomas found it difficult to accept. Perhaps it was the price he paid for the White Rainbow Tantra that had completely depleted his already aging brain… He felt as if something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what.
But at this moment, his well-tempered body launched an attack before he could even think—
Time froze again.
Aiwass's sense of time was infinitely extended.
At this moment, he saw with incredible clarity that old Thomas, who had almost turned into mud, was burning with an illusory silver-white fire. A rainbow light with seven colors inside and a silver outer shell rose straight from his body and went up into the sky!
However, this time, it failed to penetrate the sun. It could even be said that it strayed too far.
Because the determination is not enough, the price that can be paid is not enough.
The next moment, time began to flow again.
The previous stagnation actually served as a clue. Aiwass immediately turned and leaped, just in time to avoid the four consecutive god-killing arrows.
At the same time, Aiwass opened his right hand——
This was the new ability he gained when he was shot with three arrows and black lines appeared on his body:
[Current conversion rate 60%: The Sin Beast can condense light or fire into the wooden parts of longbows, shortbows, spears, and greatswords, and transform Sinthorns into steel.]
Combined with what he had previously gained, he could make the Sinthorn into an indestructible sacred weapon, giving it the properties of toughness, sharpness, and penetration... Aiwas already knew how to correctly use the power of the Sin Beast.
As the sacred flame ignited, the golden-red flame condensed into a long bow in Aiwass's right hand.
The slender golden light turned into a string.
He did not release the arrow, but simply pulled in vain - in an instant, the longbow was filled, and a black sinthorn growing from the palm of Aiwas's right hand twisted itself and turned into a spiral arrow.
Aiwass gently let go.
The spiral arrow flew out with a buzzing sound.
Like a hornet attacking in the face, Thomas, who was melting as the arrow was shot out... had degenerated into some inhuman state, and in an instant was pierced through the chest by the arrow of sin!
The power of the sin thorn spread throughout his body in an instant.
The sin thorns piercing his body drew upon the power of the Dao and grew rapidly. Black thorns pierced through his flesh and sprouted out. Drawing upon the sins of his soul, white flowers sprouted from the thorns. These were the very flowers of the Worry-Free Lily, which could be made into "cleansing water" to completely cleanse a person's Dao level.
The old man's raised gun muzzle dropped weakly, and then his arm was devoured by the activated sin thorns... These sin thorns bit his body like mad dogs, causing his flesh and blood to melt quickly as if it had fallen into a millstone.
At this moment, Aiwass suddenly understood.
Why can the "jujube" that grows from the sin thorns he has created cure the amber syndrome caused by the deviation of the dusk path? Why can the carefree lilies that grow from the sin thorns of the Enlightener be made into a "regret medicine" that can dissolve a person's path level...
——Because that is the ability that belongs to the path of nothingness!
It was precisely because it dissipated the power of the Source River that the excess power of the Dusk Path was dissipated, allowing the level of the Transcendent to be cleansed...
At this moment, the old man's pupils suddenly became clear again.
Without the influence of the surplus power of the Path on his mind... without the unquenchable fire of love and hatred, without the burning urge of devotion, without the madness of wanting to survive at all costs, without that perverted heart of engraving—Thomas instantly realized what he had done wrong:
His grandfather was right, he had never been a pure Sirius, let alone a qualified assassin.
Because he simply doesn't have such a strong sense of dedication.
In fact, he never understood the spirit of assassins, but simply "adapted" himself to this demand.
Just as assassins learned a lesser version of Shadow Stalk by emulating Shadow Fiend... he also learned a lesser version of Devotion by emulating his grandfather.
He constructed a "perfect Thomas" in his mind, and then imitated what he did... Because of the emptiness in his heart and because he had no ideals, he was able to transform into any form... In the end, he was able to adapt to a higher level than his family members and became the only assassin to reach the sixth level ceiling.
Stealing scales and feathers...
He finally understood why the Lord of Scales and Feathers was the pillar god who adapted to the Tao.
Precisely because it is nothingness, it can "adapt" to the power of other paths.
However, through this method, he gained the power of other paths... but was bewitched by the deviation of their power. Because he didn't have the level of those paths and hadn't undergone the corresponding trials... he didn't even realize that he had become a different person.
In a trance, the old man seemed to see the Lord of Scales and Feathers waving at him - even though he had no idea what the Lord of Scales and Feathers looked like, he just felt that the person standing in front of him was the Lord of Scales and Feathers.
However, he no longer had the chance to enter the dream world.
There was no time to be thankful that Aiwass was not dead, everything was still possible.
Master Thomas finally regained consciousness at the moment before his death. He only had time to express his final thoughts before his body and soul were completely devoured by the mad sin thorns:
"Be careful of the power of the Tao! It will confuse people's minds--"
His soul was completely dissolved by the Sinthorn, and he didn't even have the experience of becoming Aiwass, just like Professor Moriarty.
Aiwass first used the glow to calm the frightened people, asking them not to run around to avoid a stampede.
He looked at the now calm Sinthorn on the ground with a complicated expression and whispered, "Ah, I already knew about this."
He looked at the sinthorns in silence and tried to swallow them. After taking a bite, he found that the taste was okay, so Aiwass slowly devoured the remaining sinthorns.
After all, leaving them here would only devour anyone they came into contact with. Only his body, as a sin-beast, could safely contain these dangerous sinthorns.
Sizhu...did he do the same? This thought suddenly occurred to Aiwass.
The good news is that conversion rates did increase, but not by much. Just over 3%... bringing Aiwass's conversion rate to 63%.
This meant that the old man hadn't committed any unforgivable sins. Given his age, the amount of sin he had transformed with his soul was only one-ninth of Professor Moriarty's.
He didn't know what complicated psychological activities were going through Thomas' mind at that moment.
But he could know that Thomas was being infected and invaded by the power of dusk... and the warning he kindly gave to Aiwass at the end - although it was useless, just like the information gap between him and his granddaughter, it was far behind the version.
Although it is said that a dying man's words are often good...but such disjointed actions and words seem to prove that he has been bewitched by some kind of "thought".
- Sneaking into the mind, making people firmly believe that what they are doing is right, thereby quietly changing the will of others.
Not many people doubt and torture themselves fairly and objectively. Not many people can remain sober forever.
Whisper of the Void...
Is it because of the progress of the Ring of Tail that the power of the Wall of Balance has weakened?
Aiwass clearly realized that the power of the Tenth River Source was infiltrating the material world. "Void Invasion," which had been rare for over a decade, now occurred several times a week...
"What are you going to do, Ah Huan..."
Aiwass, who had returned to his human form, but with a strange black mark on his antlers, murmured softly while looking at the sun.
However, Thomas, who was bewitched by nothingness, gave him a reminder.
He needs a mirror to remind himself whether he has done the right thing, whether he has gone too far... and whether he is still the same person he was at the beginning.
For example...his lover, Isabel.
——Isn’t the pillar of the path of beauty a twin mirror?
The cat is back! An update of over 8,000 words!
I fell asleep straight after returning home. The Shandong Airlines captain was really awesome. He delayed takeoff by half an hour and arrived half an hour early. The landing was so jarring that I felt dizzy.
After thinking about whether to set the timer to 12 o'clock or send it immediately, I think I'll send it immediately first! Check for typos before going to bed.
After going out, my routine is back to normal. How sad...
(End of this chapter)
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