Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1066 No Need to Pray to the Gods

"Are they okay?"

Yassen came closer with some uneasiness: "I mean...can they recover?"

He did not recognize these blood slaves who had been tortured beyond recognition.

——In other words, the youngest of those blood slaves he met in the Earl's Mansion back then should be able to run on the ground now.

It's already a relationship where we are destined to meet again in the next life.

But this did not stop him from feeling pity for these blood slaves... and thinking of his past self.

Once upon a time, he was one of these people. He suffered no less pain than them, but he survived with his own will... He had also seen others go crazy or completely give up their identity as human beings.

"Normally..."

Aiwass shook his head slightly and said: "All the mainstream treatments popular in the material world should be useless to them.

"They are not just frightened, but their personalities are completely destroyed. They were unable to survive the torture... Now I am afraid that they are left with only animal instincts."

"how so……"

Yasen murmured in a low voice, looking at the blood slaves healed by Aiwass. Their limbs had completely regenerated, but their pupils were still empty and lifeless, they could not speak or move, and only twitched at the level of nerve reflex.

Sadness was evident in his eyes. He bowed his head slightly, mourning for them.

Because in Yasen's understanding, if a person's personality itself is destroyed... even if his limbs are intact and his soul is complete, it is tantamount to death.

"——But for me, this kind of thing is easy to solve."

And looking at Yasen’s reaction, Aiwass suddenly showed a proud but approving smile: “I acknowledge your purity as a devotee.

"But who do you think I am?"

Aiwass in the form of the Sin Beast raised his head and chanted softly:

"I call upon your moonlight, the three-phase solo dancer...

"The God whose holy numbers are one, the God who dies and nurtures again, the God who has been ignorant for a long time - the eternal self like the moon!"

As Aiwass's voice fell, the sinthorns wrapped around his body began to slowly wriggle, cutting his skin and causing it to bleed.

At this time, the sun was rising outside.

But under Aiwas's call, the sun and the moon rotate here——

Amid the chaos of people being frightened, delighted, amazed, or praying, time seemed to flow backwards, and the cold but warm white moon once again hung in the night sky.

And Aiwass was still praying.

This is a ritual magic of the fifth level.

It is not the "advanced divine arts" that are essentially equivalent to turning oneself into an apostle of God, but the art of "prayer" that can only be used when one reaches the fifth energy level!
Only a cardinal or the Pope can perform prayers of this level.

And Aiwass happens to be both.

"I pray for your care, Mother, Lover and Child!"

"My tears shall be the saltiest salt, my blood the strongest wine, my flesh the sweetest fruit," he prayed.

"I ask the moonlight to mend my broken heart, sew up my shattered soul, and pick up my lost memories! Strip away my flesh and blood, and brew the true nectar of the light!

"——The wine of devotion in the name of love!"

As Aiwass prayed, his flesh gradually melted away under the moonlight.

First the skin disappeared, then the flesh, until most of the body turned into bones.

However, the color of the dissolved flesh and blood was not pink, but a cool white as pure as moonlight - it was like Aiwass's long platinum hair, a warm silver-white with a light golden glow.

——This magical art is called "brewing moon wine".

It can only be used once a month. A fifth-level priest offers flesh and blood under the moonlight and prays to Hengwo. This will create a strange wine - Yueli.

This wine must be consumed in the light of this moon. It cannot be preserved by any other means and therefore cannot be prepared in advance.

Through this ritual, mental damage that was previously untreatable can be repaired - whether it is personality defects, a broken soul, or loss of memory, it can be compensated in this way.

——This is the purest ability of the "Path of Love".

It is not the power that has been entangled in the path of beasts and almost contaminated into the "path of desire", but the original and purest "love of devotion".

This is also the special requirement of this ritual - when performing this ritual, the life saved cannot be closely related to oneself. Only in this way can the chaotic beast power be discarded, so that it is not for instinct or for oneself, and thus obtain true pure love.

That's ironic.

The pillar god of the path of love itself was polluted, which led to the purest love having to be sought from the path of devotion...

Aiwass extended the sin thorns that spread from his body to every blood slave who had lost his mind, and fed the moon nectar into their mouths. As for those who clenched their teeth and could not open their mouths, it was simple - Aiwass directly dripped the moon nectar into their eyes, anyway, the difference was not big.

Just one drop is needed for shattered consciousness to begin to heal and lost memories to be restored.

Their souls had become dim and turbid because of this experience, and they could no longer embark on the path of transcendence other than the path of love. But now their souls have become bright again - the tainted talents have been restored to their original state.

One by one, they regained consciousness and clearly recalled the truth.

Therefore, they clearly realized that it was this sacred and strange white deer that saved them—the white fur on its limbs and head was radiant, while the chest and abdomen, which were supposed to store internal organs, were hollowed out, revealing only half of a ferocious white skeleton. The holy radiance and the hollow skeleton formed a strange and harmonious scene.

I don’t know who started it first, but they all turned over and knelt on the ground.

Without saying a word, they prostrated themselves - they prostrated themselves before the white deer in the most respectful manner they could imagine.

First, these blood slaves who were healed, and then even those blood slaves who stood silently by the side with hunched backs like ghosts, were also healed. They were all healed equally by Aiwass, and the melting of Aiwass's limbs had spread to his limbs.

Even his beating heart, shining with dark red light like a red gem, could be seen with the naked eye.

Except for the part above the chest which was still holding its head high, the entire white deer had turned into bones.

It wasn't just about saving one or two people...but more than 140 blood slaves in the entire Earl's Mansion were saved.

At this point they can no longer be called blood slaves.

The broken mind was healed, the personality that was broken after being tortured was restored to its original state. Even the addiction caused by the enchanted kiss was completely cured by Aiwass.

——What kind of misfortune they had encountered, what kind of misfortune they were about to encounter, and what they had done to others. When these memories emerged with great clarity, they worshipped the sacred white deer in front of them, which was no different from a god.

The body couldn't help but tremble, not out of fear, but excitement. Some people were crying, some were sobbing. Some were praising enthusiastically, while others were just silent.

When they encountered misfortune, they also called on God.

But it's a pity.

No gods came to save them.

Of course they knew that gods really existed in this world, but what difference did gods who could not save them have with "non-existence"?
Rather, it is the "God" who gave those Moon Children the power and induced them to commit atrocities against themselves!
There is nothing more worthy of admiration than the white deer before us!

Their lives were so cheap that in everyone's eyes, they were pieces of meat that had no hope of being saved and needed to be thrown away; or they were puppets that had committed many evil deeds and lost their qualifications as human beings. But now they were all saved...

Not only their lives and future lives - even their souls that have fallen into the abyss will be purified.

That is something that cannot be achieved even by praying to God.

And such a great miracle actually required such a huge price to be paid by such a sacred earthly god - just thinking about it, they felt their own guilt and pain.

"...That's enough. You don't have to kneel down to me anymore."

Suddenly, Aiwass whispered: "I am not your God."

When his magic ended, his body suddenly caught fire - in an instant, flesh grew on his bones. In just a few breaths, he was back to normal.

The body of the sin beast was always in the state of illumination or fire worship. Otherwise, he would not be able to save all the people here - just like the swimming pool in elementary school math problems, "one in and one out" would allow him to restore everyone in one go.

Just like under the extremely powerful life recovery ability, those spells that consume a lot of vitality in an instant can also make the blood loss become extremely slow. If it can be faster, it can even achieve a balance between loss and healing.

But this is the fastest possible scenario. If it were any other fifth-level priest, he would probably only be able to save three people at a time, and any more would result in their death.

"Hey……"

Looking at these people who were rescued from the abyss by him, Aiwass sighed softly.

He was not dissatisfied or disappointed with these people, but sighed that he could only do this.

He once again understood what Huan Tiansi said—there is no God in this world.

Even gods have their limits in what they can do. They are just slightly more powerful transcendents who entered the dream world earlier and gained the power of the source river.

Even God cannot make the world develop in the direction he wants.

Even Aiwas couldn't do such a simple thing as saving the blood slaves who were killed by the Moon Son of Iris - although he saved more than a hundred people at a time, which was an unprecedented act of salvation, it was far from enough.

This magic can only be used once a month. At this scale, not many people can be saved.

The speed at which they killed people was much faster than the speed at which Aiwas saved people... It was like destroying and rebuilding at the same time. The cost and energy between the two things were simply not symmetrical.

...If only there were more power.

As Aiwas thought about this, a strange purple light flashed in the bottom of his pupils.

The purple light of transcendence gradually merged with the red light in his pupils, transforming into a beautiful purple-red glow like the setting sun.

But even though Aiwass said so, those former blood slaves still did not get up.

Looking at this scene, Aiwass couldn't help but laugh.

If they were still blood slaves, they would never dare to disobey Aiwass's "orders". No matter what Aiwass said, they should do it immediately - before the brain starts to think, the body should have moved.

And now, they can continue to kneel where they are, precisely because they have recovered.

This is the real grace of rebirth.

Aiwass thought for a moment, then changed back into a human form amid people's admiring gazes.

"——In that case, go and save others."

Aiwass said softly.

If we let these people leave like this, I'm afraid they will never forget it.

It just so happened that some of these people were blood slaves who had been tamed by the Moon Sons of the Earl's Mansion and had done evil things. Now they can all atone for the wrong things they did in the past.

"From today on, for every person you have harmed in the past, you must save three people."

Aiwass's voice was ethereal and sacred: "For every unjust thing you have done in the past, you must do three good things.

"If you don't remember what you have done, then follow your heart. Do it until your heart is no longer hurt, until you can hold your head high and face everyone's questions and shouts.

"Just do it. Keep your eyes bright, your head held high, and your bearing dignified. If you do not know whose name you should worship, worship my name."

"Savior..."

Someone timidly asked, "What should we call you? Which god do you pray to?"

That's a little girl.

She looked polite and seemed to be of noble origin. But even so, she could hardly exist as a "human" here.

She had just been sent here and had not yet been tortured to insanity. She had just been rescued from the restaurant by Yassen - in just half an hour, she would be served as a midnight snack.

Of course, they were not "acquaintances" like Hannibal. Rather, they were strangers without any special ambience.

Or rather, a living person.

Because the Moon Children who worship the Blood Sky Master don't like too delicate food, because it will only expand people's desires. And their inner wildness and hatred make them like to do barbaric things - such as eating some food that makes people scream.

I can only say that it’s a good thing that there is no Slaanesh in this world, otherwise I would have been packed up and taken away.

The one who was preparing to do some "rough work" or "preliminary processing" was another blood slave kneeling beside her.

She asked Aiwass about his faith, apparently intending to change her own.

Aiwass originally planned to say Sizhu, and later he planned to say Lord of Scales and Feathers.

But then, thinking about their experiences, he remained silent.

They are all people who have not been redeemed by the gods. They are people who have been abandoned by the gods... If they are allowed to change their beliefs, will it be able to heal their wounds?

Under some impulse, the pastor Aiwass suddenly said: "There is no need to pray to any god...

"One day, the gods will also sing the praises of my deeds."

(End of this chapter)