Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1202: The Stillborn of the Pillar God

Fortunately, Aiwass had been on edge, so the moment he sensed the crisis, he suddenly threw a card.

"——Don Quixote!"

He shouted without hesitation.

A brilliant and splendid pure white knight condensed in front of Aiwass.

But Aiwass didn't expect that Lily's action would be even faster than others.

She jumped out from the shadows in an instant and landed on the ground silently.

Lily looked down at the boy, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a straw hat and holding a clay pot, with anger burning in her eyes.

The boy was kneeling on the ground and kowtowed like other passers-by. But just at that moment, he suddenly raised the ceramic water pitcher beside him and wanted to smash it. This was where Aiwas felt the sense of crisis.

Obviously, as an adapter, Lily sensed the life-and-death crisis earlier.

Lily appeared silently and snatched the clay pot full of water!

The young man was startled and looked up at Lily in astonishment.

He was obviously just a mortal and didn't even know how strong Lily was.

However, it was precisely because he was a mortal without the power of Taoism that he was not discovered by people.

But the boy quickly realized that he had been discovered!

So he gritted his teeth and wanted to smash the pottery jar with one punch!

"Bind his hands and feet."

"It disturbs his mind."

"Cut off his tongue."

"Destroy their ears and eyes."

But at this moment, the four snake priests immediately raised the human head lanterns at their waists and cursed at the same time.

Inside the lantern were a finger and a toe, a heart and a liver, a tongue, an ear and an eye.

All of these ingredients are fresh to the point of dripping with blood.

In just a moment, these non-lethal curses were instantly piled on the young man.

—— Broken hands, broken feet, mental retardation, frenzy, silence, blindness, tinnitus...

Instantly, he lost all ability to move amidst shrill screams, and even lost the ability to commit suicide or attack Lily.

"stop."

Adil ordered softly.

As he finished speaking, everyone stopped kowtowing and praising at the same time.

There wasn't even a hint of noise, and the whole process was in sync like in a horror movie.

Everyone kept their hands on the ground and looked up at Aiwass.

"My Lord!"

Don Quixote appeared beside Aiwas with a furious look on his face. He didn't care about other people's gazes or opinions. He just clenched the sword in his hand and shouted loudly with righteousness: "What a cruel rule!"

Aiwass just glanced at Adil and continued what Don Quixote said: "We are not the same kind of people, Adil.

"To answer your previous question - I am Aiwass, Aiwass of Hope. The new good lord of Dawn City."

When Adil heard the name above, he didn't react. But when he heard Dawn City, he opened his eyes wide and became inexplicably friendlier.

"That's all right, Aiwass."

Adil smiled, his temperament as profound and gentle as a Greek philosopher: "You have your way, and I have mine.

"There is no such thing as the 'proper path', the 'correct path', or the 'only path'. Even if we are not on the same path, as disciples of the same pastor, at least we are not strangers."

Shepherd... Aiwass frowned slightly and looked at Adil.

"I think," he said quietly, "that the Shepherd does not wish his power to be used on mortals."

"How do you know he doesn't want to?"

Adil asked in return: "He was harmed by those fools and tyrants back then, and even his title was taken away by the King of Parthia."

These... fools?
Aiwass was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized what Adil meant.

“…A shepherd is a person who rests?”

He had always thought that the shepherd was a Herathelian because Lancelot seemed to have seen the shepherd.

"Shepherds account for one-third of the victims of 'white punishment'."

Adil said sarcastically: "To the point where we don't even know the name."

Only at this moment did Aiwass read a trace of real emotional fluctuations from him - it was a kind of contempt and resentment, just like a fanatical fan who felt unfairly treated by his idol.

——White punishment.

That was the knowledge described in the book that Aiwas read when he was in school in Avalon. It was the most severe punishment in the ancient Parthia.

Only the Parthian king could authorize this supreme punishment.

For the Parthians, that was a punishment more cruel than imprisonment and torture of the soul - to completely erase all traces of this person's existence.

All records in books will be rewritten, his name will be erased and rewritten, and no single copy will be left. Everything he did... no matter if it was good or bad, will be attributed to someone else's name. All his descendants and students will be killed, cutting off the inheritance of his bloodline and thoughts, and all those who knew him, as well as his relatives, friends, brothers and sisters, and even his wife, will have their memories erased, their existence erased, or they will be brainwashed and replaced with another person.

In the end no one will remember this person.

And through the effect of the ritual...even the soul that enters the source river of the dream world will forget its own name.

"Come to my palace, my brother. Good Lord of the Law of the Rings... I will show you the only evidence that the Shepherd ever existed. You deserve and have the right to know everything about the Shepherd. This is why I created Heaven."

Adil invited enthusiastically, and glanced at Lily who was holding the water pitcher: "By the way, seal that thing - you can also come and help."

"what is that?"

Aiwass glanced back at the pitcher.

Somehow, it no longer had that sense of deadly danger.

"That's an amber egg, a very dangerous thing. It must be kept sealed in sea water to paralyze it, otherwise it will wake up."

Adil answered casually, "I actually followed its trail to find it. My prophet told me it was here. I lost it some time ago. Someone must have wanted to use it to assassinate me."

He downplayed the assassination and didn't even ask Aiwass to return his things to him first.

But Aiwass noticed another detail.

"...Amber Egg??"

"Yes, it's the egg of the Pillar God Amber. You understand its value, right?"

Adil nodded, quite proud of his collection: "Of course, it's just a stillborn fetus - a few decades ago, a cardinal wanted to buy it from me and offered a price that was priceless, but I didn't sell it to her."

Cardinal…

Aiwass remembered that there were only three cardinals in the Congregation for the Restoration of Antiquities—Matilda, Galatea, and Aquinas. The one who could be called her was either Matilda or Galatea. Judging from the time, it was probably Matilda.

"She just...left like this?"

Aiwass felt a little unreal.

That is something related to the Pillar God. Shouldn't the Theocracy get it at all costs?
He couldn't help but look back at the small water jug, and suddenly felt an indescribable attraction in it. But another great, unreasonable fear made him dare not look at the contents of the water jug... or even approach it.

"They were not able to take in the dead fetus of the Pillar God in the first place. They are the Old Ones cursed by the Twilight, and they dare to make such a request. How audacious!"

Adil sneered and said slowly: "The cardinal just wanted to use it to prove that Amber is not the god who is about to be born... Humph, what's the point?

"——We the Ring People already know that amber is never a fetus in an egg."

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