Chapter 1122 Potter, you use my magic against me?
The sound of bells, wooden fish, and chanting.
The sounds of singing, praising, and praying.
The prayers, confusion, and entrustment of people from all over the world to "God"...all poured into Aiwas' heart.
Even without a language barrier, Aiwass could understand what they were doing.
That is the miserable cry made when one's life encounters unbearable pain and when one's road has come to an end.
If everything before our eyes is false, if everything we have is meaningless, if what we gain will eventually be lost, if everything we hold on to will eventually leave... then does the entire world at this moment still have any meaning?
If a person closes his eyes, he will bid farewell to the whole world forever; if even his relatives and friends die, he will be forgotten by the world, and everything he has created will turn into nothingness. The wheel of the world may even reverse... Then for an individual, what is the difference between his complete disappearance and the destruction of a collective, a country, a race, or even the entire world?
At that moment, countless fragments of memories flashed back before Aiwass:
The baby's cry was so loud that it drowned out all the chanting, followed by the sound of shells whistling through the air and explosions that drowned out everything.
War and destruction. Pestilence and death.
Birth. Coming of age. Wedding. Funeral.
Those are all some seemingly plausible "realities" and "history".
Aiwass understood their essence in an instant - this was a drama that had been repeated over and over again in the past few reincarnations.
Each reincarnation is slightly different, but people always do similar things.
And when the history of the world reaches a certain time and place, it is suddenly covered by a dim color, and everything solidifies and stops.
The white-haired girl with winged ears, frozen in amber, opened her eyes slightly and straightened her body. When she woke up, she was no longer frozen in amber - because the amber had spread to the entire world, and she was the only colored individual in this dim world.
She finally revealed what she was holding in her arms, something she was carefully protecting like a fetus... It was a golden apple.
She lifted the apple and spun it slightly.
And so the whole world began to rewind. A 1/360th of an angle could rewind decades, rendering everything meaningless.
Winter, autumn, summer and spring keep passing, but the world is always covered by amber dusk.
Finally, when the more severe second sun was high in the sky, the golden apple made a crisp "click" sound.
It was like a knob turned to the limit... or like a subtle crackling sound coming from within the golden apple itself.
And standing in front of Amber was the outline of a young boy.
As Amber slowly closed her eyes while holding the golden apple and fell into sleep again... the whole world was gradually dyed with color.
When she fell into a deep sleep, the world finally regained its color and time began to flow.
That was a young man who looked similar to Aiwass.
He had long, flowing black hair, amber eyes, and a pure white halo on his head. Pointed in four directions, the four corners were red, blue, yellow, and green. The clothes he wore looked more like a piece of cloth—just a grayish-white shawl.
There is a pair of white wings behind him, and under his white belly with muscles as tight as a statue is a pure white snake body.
It looks extremely sacred.
There was no smile on his face, but sadness instead.
His fingertips made contact with the golden apple in Amber's arms—but it wasn't a moment of reaching out, but the final moment before he pulled his hand away. As time resumed, the contact between his fingertips and the golden apple also broke. A thin, snake-like golden lightning connected his fingertips and the golden apple, and was completely severed as he resolutely let go.
Then, Amber's body instinctively curled up, protecting the golden apple between her legs and lower abdomen. She wrapped her arms around her legs and curled up like a fetus. The golden apple, which symbolized the authority of the Heavenly God of Reincarnation, was like a fetus within a fetus.
That was exactly the fragment of the Heavenly Master of Reincarnation.
As Amber closed her eyes, everything around her froze, her dim world frozen like an insect in amber. The apple, like a specimen, the girl embraced, also carefully preserved at the end of time.
When one wakes up, the other falls asleep. When one falls asleep, the other wakes up.
The snake and the amber couldn't even confirm each other's existence again...
——At this time, the outside world.
"...Evans?"
After the woman finished speaking, Isabel subconsciously turned around to look at Aiwass and called out softly.
Who is she? Isabelle wanted to ask.
But her expression suddenly tightened, realizing that something was wrong with Aiwass.
Aiwass frowned slightly, his eyes were empty and dreamy, and his body was motionless, as if frozen.
As if trapped in some inescapable hallucination…his pupils alternately flickered with purple and red. Even though Aiwass remained expressionless, Isabel sensed a subtle sadness and shock from him.
Isabel's eyes suddenly turned fierce as she looked at the woman.
She didn't know what the woman meant, nor did she want to understand - but she was aware of one thing clearly, that was that this bastard wanted to harm Aiwas!
So Isabel stood in front of Aiwass without fear, blocking the woman's gaze for him.
A puppet mask appeared in her right hand and she covered her face with it.
At the same time, Isabel said seriously: "I don't care what you said or what you showed Aiwass-"
The moment the mask was put on her face, Isabel suddenly grew a lot taller and turned into the appearance of Aiwass in a strange illusion.
Her other hand was behind her back, and between two fingers she grasped the card that Aiwass had originally held between his right index and middle fingers but hadn't had time to release.
And Sherlock also realized that something was wrong.
But unlike Isabel, he didn't stand in front of Aiwass. Instead, he quietly grasped the staff in his hand and launched a sneak attack in the most efficient and successful way!
Before falling, Sherlock had already activated the Fool Chant Tantra. A blue transparent ribbon wrapped around his shoulders, without chanting, without guidance, without runes, he could cast the spell through overdraft!
——The fourth level spell, Lightning Chain!
Although Sherlock has reached the fifth energy level, he has not yet mastered many fifth energy level spells. This is the spell with the highest energy level, the fastest activation speed, the fastest trajectory speed, and the most powerful spell that can instantly disable people among all the spells Sherlock can use.
Sherlock didn't hold back.
Although he didn't know whether that person was Xue Tiansi, he was only certain that the other party was clearly hostile to them.
He could clearly sense that the woman only possessed the first level of wisdom...
The first level... basically, they were commoners, not yet true transcendents. This meant they hadn't even completed the initial ascension ritual, and could only cast weak spells using props, materials, and chants. Generally speaking, a first-level spell was no more powerful than a well-aimed gunshot.
An enemy of this level could be reduced to ashes with just one lightning chain.
Given Sherlock's personality, the moment he realized that Aiwass was attacked, he was able to use a killing spell of this scale - this was an impulse that he would not have dared to imagine six months ago.
But Sherlock soon realized... It wasn't a question of whether he should hold back or not, but that he simply couldn't harm the man in front of him -
The azure blue mixed with the blazing white electric light crackled and jumped, turning into thick chains visible to the naked eye... It would be more accurate to say that it was a light cannon rather than a "lightning chain".
Although the speed of lightning is far lower than the speed of light, it is still a speed that cannot be avoided.
Even a transcendent being of the fifth or sixth energy level, or even a celestial being, would never be able to avoid lightning by relying on reaction and speed.
Just like an untrained mortal cannot look at a bullet and dodge it.
At most, one can only use chanting and staffs to judge the landing point of skills and predict and avoid them in advance... just like people can't avoid bullets, but can predict the trajectory by the direction of the muzzle.
That's why Sherlock didn't say a word, reduced his presence, and then launched a sneak attack.
But even so, his spell was countered!
It was an ability similar to the spell countering ability of the Path of Authority, and also like the disenchantment technique of the Path of Balance...
The lightning was seen tearing through the atmosphere, but before it reached the opponent, it was suddenly bounced away by some invisible force, and instantly dimmed and dissipated into nothingness.
It's not a blockage, but it's ineffective.
Lightning Chain is a continuous casting spell, but now the entire spell has been suddenly terminated!
"Mage...?"
The woman in the green dress turned around thoughtfully.
She looked at Sherlock mockingly, "How dare you use my power against me?"
Chapter 2: Eat and then continue writing!
(End of this chapter)
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