Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 1234 Death of Aziz

After Aziz called out his name, there was no response from inside the carriage.

The eerie silence enveloped us like a cold night, submerging us 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 was buzzing, urging him to leave here quickly; the rose beads on his neck became hot and sticky, as if they were touching the skin of a sweaty person; the belt around his waist opened its buckle by itself, 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 was hard-hearted and ignored all these bad signs.

——There is no one in this world who can be at peace and transcend his own fate.

The more dangerous the place, the more opportunities it has.

Aziz's life up to this point has been a repetition of this truth.

He is not eager to stop here, but wants to go further.

That being the case...

“…Aziz.”

An old voice with complex emotions came.

Aziz looked up.

The door of the carriage opened, and an old ritualist in a white robe stood at the door, looking down at him. From the gap in the carriage, he could see that there seemed to be a palace inside the small carriage.

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, and he could feel the complex and gloomy hatred.

He thought that it was probably one of his teachers that he had killed, or one of his senior brothers that he had sacrificed.

Aziz even laughed at the other party's cowardice in his heart - there were at least a dozen people who hated him more than he did. But if he hated himself so much and was unwilling to take off the white robe that symbolized the Pure Ritual Master in exchange for more power... then this was the end of his life.

Although he is 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 with a knife!

It's just a pity...

Aziz already has the ability to rebound curses and ritual spells. If the opponent dares to attack him, he can just rebound the curse back and kill the opponent without doing anything. Then, he can pretend to be innocent and blend into the opponent's team.

"Aziz."

Seeing Aziz's eyes passing over him without any reaction, Old Ibn suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hunched back straightened up, and his voice was no longer complicated and hesitant: "Do you 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 wry smile, "It's probably one of my enemies. That's not surprising... Lone Walkers have always been enemies of the world, and many people are my enemy. This kind of unprovoked hostility is not the first time I have endured it."

“…Aziz.”

Old Iben 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 semi-dirty word.

"Abu Abbas ibn Khalqin ibn Abdul."

Iben slowly said his full name: "Your uncle. Your uncle who has been driven away for decades."

This was also the first time Aiwas heard Ibn say his name.

as predicted……

Generally speaking, Ibn means someone's son and is usually used to indicate the father's name. But there is an exception here - that is, "Ibn Heleqin" means "son of Heleqin".

At the end of the Second Water War, the good masters wanted to settle accounts with the slaves who tried to rebel against them and set off a massacre. It was Heleqin who stopped them. He killed many people with extraordinary violence, including many good masters... But it was from then on that the Parthian Empire was completely solidified and no longer underwent any radical changes.

"Son of Heleqin" means "the courage to resist fate". If you read carefully, you can also taste the hidden meanings such as "sympathy for slaves" and "the merit of killing a good master". For this reason, when Heleqin appears in the name, people usually choose to skip the word "Heleqin" to avoid bringing trouble to 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 not remember who he had offended.

He couldn't even remember why his uncle hated him. After all, it was 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 also bring the people who follow me to accept you. I am not the person I am today. 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 a lifetime."

His words seemed sincere, but they were actually setting a trap for the other party.

The savior in "Rest" is a merciful person who liberates people and makes them no longer hungry and thirsty. If the other party shows too much darkness and cruelty, it will make you look sincere in return - don't the people of Avalon talk about the spirit of "confessors"? Your obedience will also become part of the other party's achievements and great deeds, enough to satisfy the other party's 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.

The other party spoke and asked slowly: "Have you been to Avalon? What do you think of Avalon?"

"Exactly!"

Aziz answered without hesitation: "It is a slowly decaying land, like a peach pit thrown on the roadside before being eaten completely. 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 big shots, even members of the royal family."

Aziz said proudly: "The Avalonians are not good at rituals and curses, just like a horse cannot pass a chevaux de frise. They can resist many spells, but they cannot resist curses, just like leeches cannot resist salt - this shows that the Avalonians should be our slaves!"

"Do you remember every person you killed?"

The voice asked again.

"...Excuse me, great savior. This is a little embarrassing."

Aziz did not lie, but just avoided the question. His words were full of jealousy and hatred: "The people there are lazy, corrupt and stupid, but they occupy fertile land and clear springs. Looking around, I think everyone deserves to die. I won't even remember their names and faces - I prefer to call it a sacred mission rather than work..."

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 struck his heart, and the defensive auras of his items extinguished one after another. Aziz stood up in panic and looked around, 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 attack 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 himself was “himself”!
It was pitch black, with shadows steaming from it, but I could vaguely see a face that looked exactly like mine. Its eyes were scarlet, and its mouth was grinning with a malicious smile.

But behind it, an extremely strange and terrifying shadow was projected——

Its shadow condensed into a pitch-black crow.

The huge shadow crow on the ground was like a monster, but it had the same scarlet pupils as that man, and it was staring at him coldly on 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 whispered in his ear a secret that only Aziz knew.

"You killed Aziz and took his place... Then, I will kill Aziz and take his place."

As he spoke, 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 guy..."

Aziz realized for the first time in the dizziness of blood loss and paralysis that when he smiled, he would reveal such a disgusting smile. He was completely unable to cast spells, and the dagger that he had long abandoned in the yellow sand seemed to have bound him like a powerless and helpless child.

Just like the real "Aziz".

He felt what the child was going through.

It's like being exacted by a belated wronged soul.

"……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 already realized this. Whether it was seeking revenge, or being rejected by the superiors, it was just "failure". The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit, this is what he deserves.

But he absolutely would not accept such a confusing and ridiculous death...it would make all his past determination and sacrifices in life seem like a joke.

Why? What on earth did he say wrong? What on earth went 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 Fallen Shadow.

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 fear: "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 for disgust."

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 comforted him silently.

The next moment, the Fallen Shadow Aziz also screamed and completely dissolved.

"The sin of greed, the sin of jealousy... These are very serious sins, enough to make you a high-ranking devil."

Vignes slowly looked at the dirt in Aziz's soul and looked at Aiwas: "Master, what kind of demon do you want him to be?"

"No need... Just the Mirror Demon."

After a moment of silence, Aiwass slowly said, "Perhaps being imprisoned in a mirror where you can't see anyone for the rest of your life... would be a good punishment for someone who always stares at other people's lives."

(End of this chapter)