Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1170 Paradise City

Ligeia was really angry, much angrier than Aiwass and Sherlock.

This human transcendent, who is only a hundred years old, has already witnessed all kinds of bizarre things and sufferings in the world, and her personality has already been half integrated with the path of authority.

Even when she saw the petrified rock cellar city not long ago, Ligeia only frowned slightly.

Because Ligeia, formerly Meg, had already understood the truth that "the essence of extraordinary beings is the entity of violence."

Everything changes because of the existence of extraordinary people. A country without a superior extraordinary person will submit to a country with a superior extraordinary person; the right but weak will submit to the wrong and powerful side.

Even if human countries abide by the bottom line of struggle set by the elves, it is essentially because people fear the elves' more powerful violence.

Whether it was Star Antimony, Iris, or even Avalon - if they suddenly gained the strongest violence that could completely ignore the Theocracy, they would eventually break the rules, rule the world, and become the world hegemon. Even other countries and other races would have the same result if they could become so powerful.

The state is an entity. But it has neither personality nor morality. The only law that overrides and determines everything is “strength”—what a strong state says and does is right, while no one cares about the words of the weak, no one listens to their cries, and no one upholds justice.

——This is the truth of the authoritarian way.

Its essence lies in revealing the truth that "violence changes everything".

Its essence is still the path of power: "the strong are kings" and "the winners are kings and the losers are bandits." Therefore, for Ligeia, she is actually more accepting of "powerful extraordinary people doing whatever they want" than others.

But the only thing she couldn't accept was these people's ignorant fanaticism.

——For her, the word "savior" has a special weight.

Who else is more worthy of the term "savior" than Aiwass, who reversed life and death, reversed desperate situations, and reversed fate?
She witnessed and experienced firsthand how Aiwass saved the world step by step - reversing fate and defeating the "impossible".

Let the dead be reborn, let the old regain their youth, let those who are about to fall into despair and destruction laugh in the sun, let the solidified and corrupt Avalon gain new "possibility", let the dark future that she vaguely saw in the promotion ceremony be completely reversed... That is the real savior!

Not to mention, that good master even dared to use the lie of "saving the world" to deceive these desert people and make them pay with their lives for his selfish desires!
The "unconditional loyalty" advocated by the authoritarian path actually has only one premise - that is, the legitimacy and wisdom of the superiors are worthy of the absolute loyalty of those below them at the cost of their lives.

Giving a lie as a reason and excuse for the subordinates to sacrifice, and using deception to make these troll wizards carry out fatal tasks without knowing it, and letting those ritualists who are more loyal to him and superstitious about his lies become the executioners who supervise the deaths of their colleagues - deliberately sending subordinates to death and using lies to make subordinates kill each other, this is the taboo of the authoritarian path.

Even after being transformed into demons and having their minds and cognitions altered, the two beholders still believed Adil's lies.

"Adil gave us flowers and water, honey and olive oil. She gave us sweet and salty, she gave us color, she gave us food."

The slightly larger beholder shook the air and said devoutly: "He gave us a gift - allowing us to live in Paradise City, happier than anyone else."

The smaller beholders, in a missionary manner, enthusiastically told the enemies they just wanted to kill about the greatness of Adil amid the painful repetitions of the troll wizards:

Paradise City is unlike other cities owned by good lords. The water resources here are not enjoyed exclusively by the good lords and then sold to everyone, but are freely available to all free people.

Not only water, but food is free too.

Every day, in the square and on the street, there are copper plates filled with fresh food. There are baked naan, stewed chickpeas, stewed lamb, honey, olive oil and salt. People can take it as needed anytime and anywhere, and the food will be replenished at any time.

They get new clothes every year, fruit every month, and a bottle of pomegranate juice every three days - all of this is still free.

People do not need to work or fight. They only need to recite "Adil is the Savior" 100 times a day, kneel down nine times in front of the holy image that can be seen at any time in the city, and sing "Praise the generous Adil, praise the merciful Adil", and they can stay in the paradise city for a long time, and each person can enjoy the service of three slaves.

There is no concept of money or wealth in the city, because there is nothing to buy, everything is free. "Money" is an unclean thing to the residents of Paradise City, and it is precisely because people in other places are too eager for the existence of these things that disputes and fights arise.

——Of course, the above free benefits are only available to free citizens.

As the beholder described the gifts of Heaven City in vivid detail with a humming sound that vibrated the air, the solidified gravel of Rock Cellar City gleamed in the evening sunlight.

The petrified slaves maintained their last moments of posture. Some pointed their fingers in vain towards the water source, some kissed the sand with their cracked lips. Many more curled up in the fetal position. Compared to Paradise City, this place was simply hell.

"…A city in the middle of the desert where everything is unlimited and free?"

Aiwass murmured in a low voice, his expression becoming more serious: "That can indeed be called 'heaven'."

This actually sounds a bit like the Beggars' Version of the Christian Kingdom.

Regardless of his motives, he did in fact create a rare piece of pure land in the desert.

Sherlock nodded slightly in agreement, but then added sarcastically, "Although the residents in the city have no money, he himself is selling 'things' to make money."

As he said this, he glanced at the troll wizard who had lost his sanity.

His "signature products" to feed his fellow citizens were undoubtedly these living ritual bombs that he had added ingredients to.

Judging from the extremely skilled supervision and cooperation of these three ritualists, he must have developed quite a few such unethical products - he certainly did not build the City of Paradise only after stealing the power of amber, which means that he has had similar inventions and products before.

After hearing the Eye Demon's narration, Ligeia calmed down a little and was no longer as angry and irritable.

Because she could accept this answer.

Treat foreign races, such as troll wizards, as food and consumables in exchange for benefits for their own subjects.

Although the authoritarian path has not formed a celestial official representing the "wrong path of Tao", in fact, various concepts and schools that explain the authoritarian path have already existed.

This kind of "cruel benevolent rule" is one of the mainstream factions on the authoritarian path.

Violent racism, or the means of sucking blood from other races and foreign countries to feed one's own subjects, are all ideas that belong to the authoritarian path.

Ligeia frowned and asked a question that concerned her: "You said... food cannot be eaten by slaves, and free people have no money to buy food for slaves, and there is no market in the city. What do slaves eat?"

"Slaves have their own place to eat."

The Eye Demon replied.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, the Night Demon Vignes suddenly let out a mocking chuckle.

The little crow shook its head: "You really don't understand how to rest... You didn't ask the right question at all."

The pure black crow stared at the Eye Demon with its scarlet pupils and asked sternly, "How many free people are there in the city?"

"Three hundred and twenty, my Lord."

The Eye Demon answered respectfully and sincerely.

——This number is less than half of that of Rock Cellar City!
"How many slaves are there?"

"That's a lot. Probably around 80,000 or 90,000 people, maybe even more... I don't know the exact number."

"……what?"

Sherlock was stunned.