Chapter 1234 Death of Aziz
After Aziz called out his name, there was no response from inside the carriage.
The eerie silence descended like the cold night, submerging one in icy water.
Aziz's heart suddenly trembled.
A sense of inexplicable fear and uneasiness came over me - like eating a ball of buzzing echo, or gently scraping my heart and liver with an ice knife.
The gold medal on his head hummed, urging him to leave here quickly; the rosary on his neck became warm and sticky, as if touching the skin of a sweaty person; the belt around his waist opened its buckle automatically, and the feathers on his shoes trembled slightly - as long as he wanted, he could just bump his heels against each other and teleport away from here.
However, Aziz hardened his heart and ignored all these bad signs.
——There is no one in this world who is at peace and can transcend his own fate.
The more dangerous the place, the more opportunities it has.
Aziz's life so far has been a repetition of this truth.
He is not eager to stop here, but wants to go further.
In that case...
“…Aziz.”
An old voice with complex emotions came.
Aziz looked up.
The carriage door opened, and an elderly ritualist in a white robe stood at the door, looking down at him. Through the gap in the carriage, he could see that the small carriage seemed to contain a palace.
This is the miracle—
It is the miracle of the Savior!
Compared with the turbulent emotions in his heart, Aziz did not pay much attention to the face and dress of the Jingpa ritualist.
This kind-hearted "white robe" can't accomplish anything. Aziz didn't even bother to observe the other party, he could feel the complex and gloomy hatred.
He thought it was probably one of his teachers whom he had killed, or one of his senior brothers whom he had sacrificed.
Aziz even laughed at the other man's cowardice in his heart—there were at least a dozen, if not dozens, of people who hated him more than he did. But if he hated him so much and refused to take off the white robe that symbolized the Pure Ritualist in exchange for more power... then this was the end of his life.
As a transcendent, he has no intention of giving up everything.
So how can we embark on the path of transcendence?
If you only rely on the so-called "method of defeating the strong with the weak", isn't that equivalent to admitting that you have always been a weak person?
In other words, he was lucky enough to have joined the savior earlier than himself.
If I were him, I would use my power as the savior to stab him!
It's just a pity...
Aziz already possessed the ability to rebound curses and rituals. If the enemy dared to attack him, he could simply deflect the curse back, killing them without even having to do anything. Then, he could feign innocence and blend into the enemy's ranks.
"Aziz."
Seeing Aziz's gaze pass over him without any reaction, Old Ibn suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hunched back straightened, and his voice no longer complicated and hesitant: "Do you still remember who I am?"
Aziz looked over with some impatience and confusion, and looked at old Ibn carefully.
He looks familiar, I guess I've seen him somewhere.
But I can't remember it for the moment.
Aziz said with a forced smile, "Perhaps it's one of my enemies. That's understandable... Lone Wanderers have always been enemies of the world, and many people consider me their enemy. This kind of unprovoked hostility isn't the first time I've endured it."
“…Aziz.”
Old Ibn called his name for the third time.
His voice completely lowered, sinking into the depths of his throat, like a wolf's growl: "I am Eben."
"...Which Eben?"
Aziz was a little confused.
Ibn means someone's son - so Aziz's words also mean "Whose son are you", and it can even be considered a half-dirty word.
"Abu Abbas ibn Khilchin ibn Abdul."
Ibn slowly said his full name: "Your uncle. Your uncle who has been driven away for decades."
This was also the first time Aiwass heard Ibn say his name.
As expected...
Generally speaking, Ibn means someone's son and is usually used to indicate the father's name. But there is an exception - that is "Ibn Kherqin", which means "son of Kherqin".
At the end of the Second Water War, the Good Lords attempted to liquidate the slaves who had attempted to rebel against them, instigating a massacre. It was Helechin who stopped them. With extraordinary violence, he killed many, including many of the Good Lords... However, it was from that moment on that Parthian order finally solidified, refusing any radical changes.
"Son of Heleqin" means "brave enough to resist fate." A closer look reveals hidden meanings like "sympathy for slaves" and "the feat of killing a good master." For this reason, when Heleqin appears in a name, people often omit it to avoid bringing disaster upon themselves.
After about three or four seconds, Aziz suddenly realized something.
He finally thought of this person - mainly because he had killed too many people in his life and could no longer remember who he had offended.
He couldn't even remember why his uncle hated him. After all, that happened decades ago, and he didn't care much about it.
"I was ignorant back then, uncle."
Aziz sincerely apologized, "I have completely repented. I will accept you, and I will bring those who follow me to accept you as well. I am not the person I was before—I kowtow to you. If you are still not satisfied, you can torture me. I am willing to accompany you like this forever. If you are not satisfied for a year, you can torture me for a year; if you are not satisfied for a lifetime, you can torture me for the rest of my life."
His words seemed sincere, but they were actually a trap for the other party.
The savior in "Rest in Peace" is a merciful being, liberating humanity and freeing it from hunger and thirst. If the other party displays too much darkness and cruelty, it will in turn appear sincere—don't those Avalonians all talk about the "confessor" spirit? Your obedience will become part of the other party's achievements and great deeds, enough to satisfy their vanity.
He even hinted that I was willing to submit to your torture, so there was no need for you to kill me; and there were many people following me, and I was willing to be your strength... This greatly reduced the other party's murderous intent.
And it seemed to be successful - Ibn turned around, as if to ask the big man behind the curtain for instructions.
The other party spoke and asked slowly: "Have you been to Avalon? What do you think of Avalon?"
"Exactly!"
Aziz answered without hesitation, "It's a slowly decaying land, like a peach pit thrown by the roadside before being fully eaten. Even if it has some sweetness, it will eventually dry up in the endless wind and sand."
"How many people have you killed in Avalon?"
The other party asked again.
"Oh, that's a lot. There are quite a few important people, even members of the royal family."
Aziz said proudly, "The people of Avalon are no match for rituals and curses, just like a horse cannot overcome a barricade. They can resist many spells, but they cannot resist curses, just like a leech cannot resist salt - this shows that the people of Avalon should be our slaves!"
"Do you remember everyone you killed?"
The voice asked again.
"...With all due respect, great savior, this is a little difficult for you."
Aziz didn't lie, but simply avoided the topic. His words were filled with undisguised jealousy and hatred: "The people there are lazy, decadent and stupid, yet they occupy fertile land and clear springs. Looking around, I think everyone deserves to die. I won't even remember their names or faces - I prefer to call it a sacred mission rather than a job..."
The next moment, the dragon beast suddenly went crazy——
It roared suddenly and struck Aziz with its claws as sharp as sickles.
A ball of light suddenly lit up on Aziz's belt, and with a clang, it blocked the Indigo King's attack; then, the gold coin on his head also dimmed.
A strong curse washed over him, and the defensive auras of his items extinguished one after another. Aziz stood up in panic, ready to teleport away.
But at this moment, he was suddenly pierced through the back by a dagger.
...Why aren't the other defenses triggered?!
Obviously, they can withstand any attack from anyone——
Aziz endured the pain and looked back in shock, only to find that there was another "Aziz" behind him!
No wonder his equipment didn’t react…it turned out that the one attacking him was “himself”!
It was pitch black, shrouded in shadows, yet one could vaguely make out a face identical to his own. Its eyes were scarlet, and its mouth was open in a malicious grin.
But behind it, an extremely strange and terrifying shadow was cast——
Its shadow condensed into a pitch-black crow.
The shadow crow on the ground was as huge as a monster, but it had the same scarlet pupils as that person, and it was staring at him coldly from the ground.
He felt the pain in his lower back getting worse and worse, and was about to run away by rubbing his shoes... But that "Aziz" seemed to know him well, and cast a leg-binding spell on him - the equipment that could originally rebound the evil spell was inexplicably ineffective at this moment, and his legs were bound together by a huge force, and he could not move at all.
It leaned close to his ear, whispering a secret that only Aziz knew—
"You kill Aziz and take his place... then I will kill Aziz and take his place."
As he spoke, the Fallen Shadow Aziz smiled an ugly smile and put his face close to his: "This is also a ceremony... It's fair, isn't it?"
He played with the dagger in his hand.
Aziz suddenly realized that it was the dagger he used to kill his first person - the real "Aziz".
"You..."
Amidst the dizziness of blood loss and paralysis, Aziz realized for the first time... that when he smiled, he could reveal such a disgusting smile. He was completely unable to cast spells. The dagger he had long since abandoned in the yellow sand seemed to bind him like a powerless and helpless child.
Just like the real "Aziz".
He understood what the child was going through.
It's like being exacted by a belated wronged spirit.
"……Why?"
Aziz suddenly turned around and looked at the carriage, finally realizing who had killed him.
The only one who can do all this is the Savior!
But he didn't even know why he died - the intense grievance, pain and frustration entangled his heart.
He could accept death...or rather, he had long since come to terms with it. Whether it was seeking revenge, seeking revenge, or being rejected by those above him, it was all just "failure." The victors were kings, the losers were bandits; it was what he deserved.
But he absolutely would not accept such a confusing and ridiculous death... It would make all the determination and sacrifices in his past life seem like a joke.
Why? What on earth had he said wrong? What had gone wrong?
"Why?"
Aziz asked unwillingly.
The Shadow of Corruption had already merged into half of his body, and half of his face had melted like liquid, as if corroded by strong acid.
But Aiwass was determined not to respond to his questions.
"Why……"
His consciousness gradually faded, but his twisted soul had no chance to enter the Source River - instead, it was dissolved and assimilated by the Shadow of Corruption.
His body screamed hysterically as it twisted violently, and his mortal body gradually transformed into a demon.
The next moment, the corrupted shadow that was created and copied his abilities and memories was also melted by that power.
"Master, I am your strength... I am your follower..."
It cried out in terror: "I can be your strength... Please... don't—"
Half of its face was Aziz, and the other half was a demon that had not yet taken shape.
"Keep it disgusting."
Aiwass finally spoke and replied softly, "So no."
He was playing with Vignes' cards in his hands, sitting behind the table with an expressionless face.
The Night Demon materialized beside Aiwass, hugged him and silently comforted him.
The next moment, the Fallen Shadow Aziz also screamed and completely dissolved.
"The sins of greed, jealousy... These are very serious sins, enough to make you a high-ranking demon."
Vines slowly looked at the dirt in Aziz's soul and looked at Aiwas: "Master, what kind of demon do you want him to become?"
"No need... just the Mirror Demon."
After a moment's silence, Aiwass slowly said, "Perhaps being trapped forever in a mirror where you can't see anyone... would be a good punishment for someone who always stares intently at other people's lives."
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