Chapter 797 Your Wife Misses You Very Much
When Aleister was still Aiwass, he had actually met Heleqin, the King of the Wild Hunt in Eagle Point Village.
The lone White Knight Heleqin Longyan is the hero praised by people as pure as snow and bright as the sun.
He should have been wearing silver armor, holding a dragon spear, and riding a Pegasus, coming from the clouds... But the King of the Wild Hunt that Aiwass saw before when he was fighting against the giant prince was dyed black by the dark aura of resentment.
That's because he had been a dead spirit for too long... Even though he had been pardoned by the Great Master and became a wise Wild Hunt, rage and resentment still surged in his heart.
While the undead's elemental nature is earth, these negative emotions are of the dark nature. After all, compared to "stillness" and "eternal" twilight, their essence is closer to "corruption," and therefore belongs to the path of transcendence. They even develop the "fear aura," an ability originally associated with demons.
And now...
——Aleister was extremely surprised to find that Heleqin’s resentment was actually purified by some power.
At this moment, Heleqin, the King of the Wild Hunt, was no longer the withered skeleton covered in pitch-black armor, the roaring and furious Undead General who launched an endless charge... but a translucent, pure white spirit shimmering with pure white light. Aleister could even vaguely make out Heleqin's features.
It is exactly the same as the Heleqin seen in Aiwas's promotion ceremony!
Under the storm, the dazzling silver armor on the King of the Wild Hunt was as white as thunder!
His entire body was enveloped in azure lightning that resembled the might of heaven. Just by approaching him, Aleister could sense a foul odor in the air following a thunderstorm.
The valiant Heroic Knight stopped not far in front of Aleister and swung the dragon spear in his hand in an extremely gorgeous spear flower, its light and shadow dragging in the air. Then, it swung it towards Aleister.
Aleister stared at the tip of the gun that was dancing with lightning. Not only did he not feel any fear, but he laughed instead.
Because she was finally able to confirm...
The "spirit of Heleqin" that he saw during the promotion ceremony was indeed Heleqin himself.
And whether Heleqin was facing Aiwass or "Aleister, the Son of the Moon in the image of Aiwass", he could easily recognize them.
To the undead, flesh and blood are nothing but hollow shells, and race is merely decoration. None of these things can escape their perception.
"...Long time no see, Heleqin."
Aleister in his Aiwass form smiled happily and said, "It looks like you've gained a new power."
"—Blessed by the Lord of Scales and Feathers. Thank you for your bravery and steadfastness."
Heleqin slowly lowered the tip of the gun, then swung it again, holding it tightly with the tip pointing upwards.
Heleqin, who had almost never spoken to anyone but did possess the ability to speak, began speaking in a slightly archaic human language: "Fortunately, I still have the means to adapt. Now I am a 'warrior.'"
Merlin's ancient rituals restored the King of the Wild Hunt to wisdom and gave Helechin the ability to speak and think.
His voice was surprisingly youthful.
Although it wasn't as gentle and bright as the one at the previous promotion ceremony, it at least didn't harbor any dead air—it wasn't the hollow and mysterious undead voice of the principal. Instead, it was closer to the slightly distorted and resonant voice of the "campus radio."
Compared to the undead's voice, the elven accent was clearer. He sounded like he was in his thirties... and what made Aleister a little uneasy was Heleqin's accent.
Helechin's speech was too standard and pronounced, which gave people a very strange feeling. It was like the host of the news broadcast, or the feeling in English listening - ordinary people would never speak so standard and serious in their daily lives.
"Warrior... isn't that some advanced class? Just a warrior?"
"Now, as a deceased person, I am but a shadow of my former self. With the grace of the Pillar God, I have been fortunate enough to obtain a few leaves from the branches of the living. I am content."
Heleqin replied patiently and kindly.
It was obvious that he had helped the Lord of Scales and Feathers fish and had received some benefits.
The boss is so fair!
Aleister couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
The ones who contributed the most at that time were the Silver Crown Dragon and the Sand Clock, so the biggest benefits were distributed to them; Aiwass was sent to make nests and had the highest risk factor, so he also got the "chance of resurrection", a benefit that violated the balance rules of the Sand Clock.
And for Aiwas to be able to do this, the Wild Hunting skill that Helechin had bestowed upon him was at least three-quarters of his credit—rounding it off, it guaranteed that there was at least some hook or line involved. For being able to catch this big fish, his contribution was at least greater than the bench beneath the fisherman.
In the end, Heleqin did get the benefits that satisfied him... His soul, which had been polluted to madness by hatred and rage, was purified again, and he also got a part of the warriors' power. This was all proof.
Realizing that Helechin's attitude towards him was friendly enough and that there might not be any need for this fight, "Evans" felt a little relieved.
He smiled and said, "How about you come with me? Your wife and children miss you very much."
Upon hearing this, Heleqin's translucent face showed an expression of obvious confusion and reminiscence.
"Farrna and..."
Heleqin paused and said unsurely, "Rhine?"
"Yes, Rhine Dragon Flame—he is already a very good child now."
Aleister's voice was gentle, like a teacher trying to explain to a parent that "your child is very good, just a little introverted."
This wasn't a deliberate performance, but a genuine worry from her heart: "It's just..."
"……only?"
Heleqin's words suddenly became sharper: "Are they... in trouble?"
He exuded the tragic and dilapidated aura of war, like a shattered battlefield, which made people believe that he was still the King of the Wild Hunt and the Lord of War.
"That's not the case."
Aleister shook his head: "It's just that Cardinal Fafner was too harsh on little Rhine.
"According to the dragon tradition, she beat little Rhine to help him adapt to this power. And since the child turned one hundred, she has been practicing day and night without stopping."
"...Dragons do have this tradition, but..."
Heleqin asked in confusion: "Isn't the war outside over yet?
"In our time, the world was dangerous. If you weren't strong enough, you could be killed by all sorts of sudden disasters. But, it seems to me... this land is much quieter now."
The King of the Wild Hunt isn't limited to appearing in Eagle Point Village.
Whenever a stormy night comes, it can go out hunting with the thunderclouds. Although it can't be said that it has seen a lot of the world, it has at least visited a quarter of Avalon without any problem.
Although his heart was filled with resentment of being betrayed, cooked, and devoured, he still remembered...
In Heleqin's opinion, although this land seemed somewhat poor and backward, it was indeed free of war and conflict. Even the war fortresses were sparsely populated, and everyone displayed a relaxed and leisurely attitude.
——That is exactly the peace that Helechin's generation pursues.
For a mediator, a warrior who sacrificed his life in pursuit of peace, "a boring peace" was the most beautiful vision. People deserved to live in a peaceful and prosperous world. If prosperity wasn't possible, then at least peace was the best option. The people of Avalon lived lives truly worthy of being called "human"... This was precisely what he and his followers sought to achieve in their fight against the Titans.
It is also because of this that after the resentment has dissipated, he can appear in this more sacred posture.
——At this moment, he is no longer a vengeful spirit, but a heroic spirit.
"No," Aleister shook his head. "The outside world has been peaceful for a long time. Avalon hasn't seen war in four hundred years. And the Theocracy is still the most powerful in this world. No one dares to attack the Theocracy. Little Rhine is in an absolutely safe situation."
"Then... there's already peace, so why do we still need..."
"Because those were your last words."
Aleister answered slowly, his voice clear and each word clearly. "Cardinal Fafner said, 'I used my liver to lay his foundation, my spine to forge his weapons, and my scales to create his armor.' All this is because of your last words, which were your wish for Rhine to become the strongest warrior in the world."
"...I was just worried that Fafna would go crazy and commit suicide for love, so I wanted to find something for her to do."
"It's no use telling me these things."
Aleister shook his head: "You have to talk to Fafner yourself.
"If you agree, you will terminate the contract you signed with Wei Zhe and become my follower. I can take you away and allow you to reappear in the outside world. You can leave Avalon and go to the former Helasar Empire, the Theocracy, and the desert...
"And all you have to do is fight for me... If I can ascend to the Dream Realm in the future, I will also allow you to ascend to a higher realm."
"……I see."
Heleqin nodded: "You are recruiting followers."
He also had his own followers and followers in the past, so Heleqin could understand Aleister's thoughts.
"You can understand it that way."
Aleister responded.
Hearing this, Heleqin laughed.
He gripped the dragon bone spear tightly in his hand, raised it again and pointed it at Aleister.
"Then let's have a fight."
Heleqin spoke leisurely, his free left hand gesturing towards the Wild Hunts standing silently in formation behind him. "If I leave like this, I won't be able to explain it to my brothers."
Those wild hunts are still entangled in resentment, so it is difficult for them to speak normally and they can only roar and scream - but as wild hunts, they are also intelligent and can understand human words.
"...Is this really going to happen?"
Aleister smiled happily.
The blond young man held the spear in his right hand and slowly raised the little crow in his arms with his left hand.
The Night Demon suddenly opened his scarlet pupils.
"It should have been done long ago—"
Venez uttered a hollow and hoarse voice, and from the black and red lightning, his demonic form, like a fallen angel shedding tears of blood, emerged.
(End of this chapter)
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