Chapter 693 I will fight for Aiwass!
"Doesn't this mean that Hengwo will win and make all humans evolve—"
Isabel blurted out.
"Impossible," it was Aiwass who spoke, "because he didn't reach this realm through normal means. No one else can replicate his path... If there is no possibility of retrieval, it cannot be called a Path."
"—You're wrong, Aiwass."
The voice of the perfect Bram was filled with repeated mechanical synthesized sounds, but it also had a rumbling sacred feeling like a hymn chorus - that feeling was as if the host had turned on the solemn and glorious "Buddha special effects", giving Aiwass the illusion that he was about to be crushed under the Five Finger Mountain.
Bram's voice was high and brilliant, his expression solemn, like a saint. As the black crosses in his eyes fixed on Aiwass, he felt as if he was being locked onto.
And he did not hide his secret - he not only lost his "integrity", but also his "selfishness".
"My path is the right path. In the legend of the Moon Child, reaching the sixth level of both the Path of Love and the Path of Transcendence does indeed allow one to become a perfect human being... but that is merely using the power of transcendence to forcibly 'transcend' the constraints of the power of the beast.
"But I gave another answer, the real answer!
"Loki gave me the power of love close to the sixth level. It is the pure love that comes from when parents 'dedicate' their entire lives to their children.
"Using our shared power of adaptability as a bridge, I connect his love with my transcendent heart. This is already the right path. However, the most crucial point is still missing - love and the path of transcendence cannot reach the sixth energy level at the same time.
"Unless, I receive the gift of the Holy One. With the same pure power of 'dedication', I can strengthen my transcendent heart—"
Listening to Bram's words, Aiwass always felt a strange sense of unease in his heart.
The Eternal Pope asked solemnly, "So, who gave you your power? What is your purpose? To leave prison? Then... you are free."
"No, I do not desire freedom. I only desire—repay a debt of gratitude!
"The one who gave me the power was... Aiwass!"
[Perfect Man] Bram Stoker's expression suddenly changed, almost to a frenzy: "My Holy Provident, the divine entity that gave me a fourth life -"
Hearing this, everyone present looked at Aiwass with strange expressions and subtle eyes.
Of course, they might not have taken it seriously...but in the presence of Aiwass, this sentence sounded really subtle.
But Aiwass didn't take it as a joke.
He felt the increasingly strong throbbing of transcendent power coming from his body...the restless feeling became stronger and stronger.
To put it in a metaphor, it's like feeling like summer vacation is only half an hour away. As time ticks by, the urge to party and drink becomes increasingly intense, uncontrollable.
In contrast, there is the sublime brilliance emanating from the Eternal Pope.
Bathed in that aura, Aiwass felt a sense of peace. The closer he got to her, the stronger the soothing feeling, like being in a mother's arms, became. Even so, the influence of Bram's path became even more profound.
——This shouldn’t happen.
No matter how powerful the perfect man is, he cannot influence Aiwass from a distance in a field filled with the power of dedication.
And Aiwass saw it clearly... Apart from himself, even Selene, the lamb wearing the mask of Isabel, who was the most sensitive to the path of love, did not have that unusual feeling.
In other words, the "perfect man" does have some channel to influence Aiwass.
Or to put it more clearly.
[Perfect Man] Bram, on the mystical level, does have a close connection with Aiwass!
Could it be... pastoral care?
Aiwass thought of this immediately.
But I have no memory of ever shepherding Bram...
Moreover, it was not right to say so—even if Bram was a pirated Moon Child, able to draw strength from blood, he could not be improved by the pastoral method.
——The art of raising flesh and blood is to offer oneself as a sacrifice to the phantom demon, thereby greatly increasing the power of the phantom demon.
The art of nurturing the essence is to condense the source of the power of the phantom demon into seeds, so that the life in the material world can receive the projection of the power of the phantom demon.
...But in Bram's case, none of these matched.
The Sons of the Moon are not phantom demons, but can gain power by devouring phantom demons. The demon scholars of the former Helasar Empire had their contracted demons torn apart and devoured by the Sons of the Moon.
unless……
"...A phantom demon used Shepherding Flesh on you, right?"
Aiwass said slowly.
Lily was startled when she heard that word.
The Eternal Pope turned around and looked at Aiwass in surprise.
[Perfect Man] Bram slowly raised his head excitedly and looked at Aiwass fanatically.
"It's you! Holy body—"
As he spoke, the mechanical noise mixed in with his voice became clearer and clearer. The sharp humming sound was so sharp that it made people frown.
His every move was becoming less and less like Bram and Loki.
And the next moment, "Bram" suddenly stepped forward.
A pair of pure white, holy angelic wings suddenly burst out from behind him.
And on top of his head, a pure white crown of thorns appeared.
The crown of thorns began to transform after it appeared - gradually turning into a dazzling crown of light with pure white runes inlaid inside.
Aiwass was very familiar with the pattern of the rune.
——That was the mark of great sin that he himself also had.
The mark of the great sin: the sin of pride!
At the moment the Perfect Man took action, the Eternal Pope, as if responding to pressure, also took action simultaneously—
In an instant, nine circular light curtains fell rapidly one after another, forming a rainbow-colored disc of light.
The moment the disc took shape, a long list of gain states flashed across Aiwas's eyes like a screen that he couldn't even see clearly - in the blink of an eye, there were more than twenty of them, and the number was still increasing.
I saw wings of light appear behind everyone and then disappear.
Three circular light shields appeared around him and rotated around him.
The weapon flashed with a colorful light that matched his own path.
The clothes on his body flashed with colorful light.
A crown appeared above the head and then disappeared again.
Everyone's physique instantly grew larger, and strong courage was infused into their bodies.
A golden glow burst forth from within his body, the roar of a wild beast echoed through the air, followed by the sound of a harp. The illusory light formed a false illusion...
One, two, three times...
Aiwas felt his own strength rising wildly, and the nine levels of mixed power of the Tao resonated violently, visible to the naked eye!
The power was so huge that even Aiwass could hardly control it!
At the same time, the "perfect man" Bram flapped his wings and flew away.
A bright red light burst out from his body, instantly shattering the ceiling that had been strengthened into a temple!
The moment the Silver Crown Dragon's temple came under attack, a silver freezing wind condensed out of thin air, and as if it had life, it rushed out after "Perfect Man Bram".
That was the automatic counterattack when the temple was attacked!
Bram slowly raised his right hand high, his gaze fixed on it, as if introducing the sun to the crowd. His movements were as graceful yet contrived as a flamboyant stage actor's, a sentiment etched deep within Bram's heart, an unforgettable emotion.
The next moment, golden sunlight gathered in his hands, forming a giant spear of light.
"I will fight for Aiwass!"
His voice was sacred and glorious, resounding through the heavens.
Then, he aimed the spear of light at the cold air and at Aiwas behind the cold air, and suddenly threw it down like a divine punishment!
"—Reclaim for Him the sacred body stolen by the false god!"
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