Chapter 1192: The momentary shaking of the Tiansi
The once glorious Winged Ones have now fallen to this state...
Aiwas looked at Chief Erlo who was kneeling before him as if he was worshipping a god, and sighed again.
Thinking back to those days...
In the most glorious era of the Winged Ones, whether they were the elves of the Breasted Ones or the Atlanteans of the Scaled Ones, they were nothing more than servants of the Winged Ones.
There was Winged Angel, who was able to ascend to godhood by slaying the giant sky-eating beast Nibiru as a mortal, and the Supreme Angel and Great Sage he became after splitting, the perfect and powerful ninth pillar god Amber, and the Fallen Angel, whose wings and body were stolen by Ringed Angel... and Ringed Angel, who gained half of Lucifer's power and was upgraded from a scaly being to a winged serpent.
These great beings are all winged!
But with so many winged gods around, the winged people have degenerated into this barbaric and primitive state, degenerating into harpies who cannot survive without harming others.
It was as if he had been imbued with the power of the High Heaven, becoming reckless and savage, and inheriting the desire to eat humans from the Sky-Eating Beast;
It was as if their wisdom had been sealed off by the Great Master, so the Winged Ones, who were the most powerful spellcasting clan in ancient times, only had a very small number of wise men who spontaneously mutated to adapt to the path of wisdom;
It was as if they were seduced by the Fallen Angels and became corrupt and sinful; it was as if they were deceived by the Ring Angels and were thus scattered on the ground like the Tower of Babel, unable to gather together.
——And Amber is still sleeping soundly.
So many gods failed to become the ladder for the tribe to ascend to heaven. Instead, they seemed to have turned into shackles one after another, making the originally noble, brilliant and glorious race become obscure.
"...It seems the dwarves' foolish dreams are meaningless."
Aiwass murmured sarcastically.
Aiwass's mood at this moment was extremely complicated.
The fall of the Winged Ones was closely linked to the Huantiansi—it was precisely because the Huantiansi had tampered with Lucifer's ascension ceremony that Lucifer only ascended halfway. The good side of Lucifer's spirit was torn away by the ritual, and the Huantiansi took his place and ascended smoothly.
This incident directly led to the demise of the Winged Clan.
Later, Aiwass himself inherited the authority of the Winged King from the residual soul that was separated from Lucifer.
If Huan Tiansi was considered a part of Aiwass... No, Aiwass's sense of morality prevented him from distancing himself from Huan on this matter. Because he knew clearly that this was his future self, his past self, and his past self in another world. To claim that he and he were not the same person would be too hypocritical and incompetent.
It's like running away.
Needless to say, Aiwass truly was the Winged King at this moment—indeed, it had been passed down to him personally by the second and final generation of Winged Kings a thousand years ago. Although Aiwass had only met Lucifer once, he truly considered him a respectable friend, and the white wings he had given Aiwass had helped and saved Aiwass several times.
It's like being entrusted to a friend.
And now, Chief Erlo is still kowtowed before him.
Even though Aiwass had no friendship with these harpy people before...
——How could he turn a blind eye at this moment?
"...The burden has become heavier."
Aiwass murmured.
For some reason, when he decided to take on this responsibility himself... the heavy feeling that had been accumulating in his heart actually felt a lot lighter.
Looking at Chief Erlo kneeling on the ground, Aiwas' pupils suddenly shrank.
A sentence that the Fallen Angel had said suddenly popped up in his mind.
Or rather...that's what the snake once said to Lucifer.
The memory was so clear that it appeared directly in his heart, even with the sound and the preface. It was as if it was not just a memory of a sentence, but a memory of the time when he, as Ai Shiping, spoke to Lucifer -
It wasn't the blurred face bathed in light, nor was it the Fallen Angel's face that had regained its body through the shepherd's self-sacrifice, becoming exactly the same as Aiwass and Huan Tiansi.
It was a new and unfamiliar face that he had never seen in his previous memory.
——It was a face that was about four points similar to the Supreme Heaven.
Compared to Ai Shiping, who wears a monocle, has long hair, and squinty eyes, and doesn't look like a good person at all... Lucifer's body is as tall as a giant, but his appearance is as young as a teenager.
The long platinum hair was braided into three braids, one at the back and two in front of the shoulders; the smile was closer to cuteness than handsomeness, making him look like a boy, but more like a girl; the deep blue pupils were like sapphires, shining with an unforgettable vitality and hope.
He held her carefully in his hands, like a child fiddling with a beloved model they had put together, afraid to accidentally crush her. Unfazed, she leaned against his warm fingers, as if leaning against a wall, her legs swinging freely back and forth.
"But...Snake," the dazzlingly beautiful winged being gazed at Aiwass, his words echoing within Aiwass, "You've sacrificed so much, yet no one knows of this deed. Is there any point in saving someone unknown?"
"Shh..."
"Myself" chuckled, put his fingers in front of his mouth, squinted his eyes and showed a mysterious smile.
In an age without language, just a glance could convey a mutual understanding.
—Saving the world must be a secret, Lucifer.
"It must never be known..."
"Myself," with a slightly lost and somewhat melancholy mood, calmly said in a language that no longer existed in this time or this world: "Never... let anyone know how far you can go."
The illusion of the past is fleeting.
Aiwass returned to reality in an instant, while Chief Erlo was still banging her head rhythmically like a construction crew hammering nails - with the physical fitness of a fifth-level transcendent, even if she broke the floor for Aiwass, she would not suffer the slightest damage.
That is...
The motto of the former savior.
Aiwass was certain that this was definitely not the knowledge and memory he had ever had.
so……
Aiwass raised his head and looked at the magnificent roof mural.
With these obstructions blocking his view, he couldn't see the sky clearly while sitting here.
...Is this the same as those new memories that appeared out of nowhere before? Was it sent to me by Huan Tiansi?
What was Huan Tiansi's motive for doing such a thing?
Or...is this also something He has experienced in the past?
Was He trying to stop me or admonish me?
"I can't save the world if I carry heavier and heavier burdens... Is that what you mean?"
Aiwass murmured in a low voice that only he could hear.
He should have sneered, laughed, and laughed wildly at Huan Tiansi's cowardice, and then proudly declared "I am different from you" and vowed to do better - he had always done so.
But now, Aiwass didn't do that.
"Saving the hearts of others... should not be laughed at in any way."
Gazing at the sky, Aiwass spoke solemnly, "Whether it's the pain and anger of having been betrayed, or the exhaustion and despair of being unable to save everyone... whatever your motives, in sending me this message... I won't laugh at you."
Because the former Huan Tiansi was truly the savior.
Aiwass is now becoming more aware of this.
He had really carried it all...had really fought and struggled.
But now he has given up, he is tired and regrets it.
But anyway——
At least the Ai Shiping back then, the Ai Shiping who had realized "never let people know how far you can go", must have done something great.
A failed savior should not be laughed at.
Otherwise, wouldn't I become another Huan Tiansi?
——Shouldn’t a savior who has done nothing be ridiculed more than a failed savior?
“…You’ve done very well.”
For the first time, Aiwas spoke to Huan Tiansi in such a gentle tone: "It's just that maybe we're still a little short of... well, a little bit of luck, or a little bit of persistence, or some mistakes in the direction, or maybe even just the last bit. It's really a pity.
"It's okay, I'll give it a try this time."
He knew that Huan Tiansi could hear him.
And at this moment.
Dream world, focus point.
Huan Tiansi was indeed staring at Aiwas, feeling the memory that had become blurred and incomplete.
The memory just now was what he packed and sent over. He actually knew that this part of the memory was not tainted by nothingness, and it was not a "non-existent memory" that appeared out of thin air...but he was just a little reluctant to let it go.
Transferring memories does not, of course, require deleting copies.
But the "purpose" of transferring memories requires——
Huan Tiansi transferred his memories to Aiwass because he didn't want those precious memories to be tainted and overwritten by nothingness. He should, in principle, delete those uncontrollable, self-destructing memories. It's like the time a villain loses consciousness when hearing a childhood song... That's a psychic rift that shouldn't exist, a mortal wound that's absolutely fatal.
He just felt a little reluctant...that's why he gave this memory to Aiwass before deciding to delete it.
He didn't send the reason why he said these words...but as expected, Aiwass guessed it.
"……snort."
Ai Shiping snorted softly and closed his eyes.
This kind of tacit understanding made him feel a little happy. Aiwass's gentle words afterwards also made his heart feel a little shaken.
How long has it been since someone cared about me so much...?
"—get out, Nothingness."
Huan Tiansi murmured softly with his eyes closed.
He wiped out the pity and slight emotion he had just felt for Aiwass, the regret and self-reflection about the past... and the hesitation in his own plan. It was as if he had not seen anything.
This inexplicable weakness must also be caused by the infection of nothingness.
"The pervasive nothingness..."
Huan Tiansi murmured softly, stretched out his hand, and with a swipe... Aiwass on the screen was replaced by a snake-man high priest praying to him. Without even hearing the other party's prayer, he simply clicked "Agree".
He decided to take his monitor away from Aiwass for the time being.
At least for the time being, Huan Tiansi didn't want to see this face or hear his voice anymore.
And at this time, the material world.
Aiwass reached out and helped up Chief Erlo, who was kowtowing more and more rhythmically, like beating a war drum. He said with some helplessness but determination: "The Winged Ones... No, the Harpy Clan will be left to me.
"In the name of the Winged King, I will bring you to the other side of happiness.
"...But don't touch me, Erlo. This is my first order as king. Do not harass me and my companions."
Aiwass reached out and slapped away Erlo who was stroking his arm.
He was somewhat unable to hold it in.
As soon as he helped Chief Erlo up, her hand moved up along Aiwas's forearm to his upper arm and was about to move to his chest.
——What should I do? The feeling of seeing these barbaric alien mercenaries is getting stronger and stronger.
"Of course, of course, my king...is that the right thing to call you?"
Erlo did not feel sad at all about Aiwas's ban, but he immediately obeyed the order and did not continue to touch her.
She looked at Aiwass with sparkling eyes - the bloodline characteristics from the Path of Authority had already told her what it meant to be the "King of Wings".
He was the savior destined in the blood of the harpy people.
It is the mark of obedience inherited from their winged bloodline!
He is the only one who can be trusted in this world and the only one who can redeem them. He is a mother higher than all mothers and a chief greater than all chiefs.
"The monarch of a thousand years ago, the king of destiny..."
Er Luo murmured: "I actually found it..."
Before becoming the leader of the "Desert Voice" organization and the mother of more than 30 children, Erlo was first and foremost the chief of the harpy people.
The savagery and violence in her blood, along with the madness born of her love, naturally wouldn't allow her to be kind and choose a path that went against her own kind. She restrained her harpies from raiding caravans, simply because she valued "authority" over "strength."
That does not come from kindness, but from cunning.
She realized that if she just plundered blindly, it would only make the place more and more desolate.
The harpies were incapable of animal husbandry or farming, and were inept at ruling foreign tribes... This was why they exterminated all foreign tribes except for the frail scholars. The harpies' unwavering military obedience stemmed from a trait in their blood, like that of bees or ants, not from any special charisma possessed by their chieftains.
But even if she won the battle repeatedly, she could not support so many of her own kind and could only let them die.
If you want to feed more and more harpy men, it is simply not enough to rely on those scattered brothels or bandit camps.
She needed to make Anxi more prosperous so they could eat better.
That's why she restrained the surrounding tribes, ordering them not to plunder her territory. Her messengers controlled half of Anxi's information channels... While she carried messages and deliveries, she also prevented others' messages and deliveries from reaching them. When she was the only one doing this work in this area, she had effectively established a monopoly.
So she had the confidence to confront the benevolent masters, demanding more concessions, more protection... and more disregard.
She also restrained her sisters and younger generations, trying to only plunder the sheep and not hurt people.
If you want to reproduce, go to the city and find a man. Ideally, bring some money back, which is also a kind of plunder - if you can't bring any back, just think of it as going out for fun.
And all this is because she wants her tribe to occupy a larger territory and to feed more people.
The era of "power" is gone, and now is the era of "authoritarianism".
Perhaps that was why she found the king of the harpies!
Even a great chief could only control his own bloodline. She simply radiated her bloodline, using her authority to seize the position of chief of the surrounding tribes, thereby indirectly controlling the surrounding tribes.
She could vaguely feel that there should be a position above the chief.
Many harpy people believed that this was the position of the sixth energy level, so they held various bloody rituals in an attempt to ascend to the sixth energy level.
But Erlo thinks it's not that simple.
Now it has been proven that she was right.
The King of the Harpies——
With this as a banner, all the harpies in the world will unite and gather here.
How many people would that be?
Hundreds of thousands? Millions?
What could they do? Gather together as a nation? Restore glory?
Or maybe...
—Becoming a winged being again?
Update!
I'm a bit tired today, so I'll update one chapter of the two-in-one series first! (The word count is still two chapters, though, I'm too lazy to break it up!)
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