Shadow of the Evil God

The charm in Ajiehe's voice became more and more intense.

It seemed she hadn't been able to resist her animal instincts in her youth. When it came time to estrus, it would come. In his time, she could not only break free, but also subdue him and leave him covered in wounds. In this time, her perky buttocks were already arching and rubbing against his palms, unconsciously responding to his movements.

"Are you done yet..." Her eyes became tense, far less carefree than they were later. "We're almost at the crowd..."

"It's not over yet." Cesar said as he slapped her buttocks. After a crisp sound, she raised her neck covered with a layer of soft fur.

Then she lowered her head again, "I know you are just a lunatic!"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm perfectly normal. You'll be much crazier than me in the future."

"You are much crazier than me!"

"I'll leave this question to Ajeh in the future. You know, the one I'm in love with," Cesar said, slapping her on the butt again. "And you know, you encouraged me to spank you. It's a game to show the intimacy between us."

"Hold the horses!" she cried.

"You can also choose to commit suicide. Do you want to use your teeth or a sword?"

Ajiehe began to curse him in a low voice, mixed with moans and gasps, becoming intermittent, some words were particularly hard to bite, and some words were almost inaudible. Until finally he held her waist tightly and sent his rich seed into her as he was accustomed to. She opened her eyes wide, twitching and releasing her body.

Cesar bent down and kissed her forehead. "Although the residual memory will soon change, don't worry, dear. I will take your memory to the next residual memory to find the next Ajiehe. I still have many problems, and you still have a lot to suffer."

......

Ajeh's episode came to a temporary end. Caesar rushed to the edge of the vanishing crowd and saw that the sky had become completely dark, and the ground was covered with strange cracks. He swung his cloak, wrapped it around Ajeh, and then leaped into the air, leaping forward like a goat on a cliff, stopping at a patch of untouched land.

"How's the situation?" he asked Gouzi.

"Jiralo said he had prepared some measures beforehand, so he could still handle it. But you have to finish this part of the memory as soon as possible and move on to the next one, Master. If you finish this part of the memory as soon as possible, the old man can breathe a sigh of relief."

"What happened to the heads of Milava and Alanti that were sewn together?"

"It's decaying at an accelerated rate," Gouzi said. "But the priest said a fragmented message is leaking from the rotting head. He's found a specific clue to the deepest part of the Tomb of the Wise. Ajeh and Sevra will lead the way. He'll deal with the evil that's overflowing from the remnant memories, and Aya will carry you and your luggage forward."

"You're just going to carry me forward like this?" Cesar exclaimed. "I thought you were going to rest until I woke up."

"Time is running out," Gouzi said. "Those beastmen also found in their remnants the history of the Fran Empire exploring the Tomb of the Wise. We must first reach the deepest part. Jirallo said there are dark shadows there that are related to the origins of their civilization."

"Does the old man have to use such a horrific description?"

"He looks serious, Master."

Cesar shook his head. "I've also speculated about the earliest history of the Kuna people, but I wish the old man could be more rational about his people's past... Never mind, we'll see when we get there. Jiralo's residual memories aren't something we can change."

Ajeh looked at him from inside his cloak. "Are you crazy again? Are you talking to a non-existent person you imagined?" This guy really never gave in.

Cesar lowered his head and stared at her for a long moment. Then, another thought struck him. He glanced sideways at the Faceless One floating like a ghost above him. "Has Ajiehe changed in any way since then?"

"Her belly is already noticeably bulging," Gouzi said. "It looks like what happened in these two fragmented memories."

"Is the baby coming soon..." He couldn't help but frown. "This is not a good time. Will she be able to move normally?"

"She looks like she doesn't care about anything," Gouzi said. "But since Sephora doesn't want to argue with a pregnant woman, no one responds to her when she talks to them. It's a bit boring to watch."

Cesar looked at little Ajeh, whose frown deepened, and couldn't help but want to laugh again. "Yes, you're right. Do you want to guess whether this is true or not, dear?"

Ajeh fell silent again. Cesar wrapped the man tightly in his cloak and continued walking. Just as he was about to find Milava, a figure emerged from the darkness. It was neither Milava nor Arlanti, but the Deceitful Prophet.

"Wait a minute, don't back away yet," she said, moving closer. "I hope I didn't scare you, Cesar?"

A closer look revealed a smooth, rounded, and gentle oval face. While she didn't have the heroic presence of Sephora, her gender was almost unrecognizable. In the Frank tribe, she relied on makeup to make herself look more feminine.

This deceitful prophet was a Kuna priest who lived before the time of Jiralo. He was a man who, like Alanti, had led a team to explore the deepest part of the Tomb of the Wise. He was also the culprit who caused Alanti to be shrouded in evil. Many factors accumulated together.

Coupled with the origins of the Temple of the Gods, it was difficult for Cesar not to retreat.

"I don't want to make this any more complicated," Cesar said.

"I understand, dear, but please believe me, I am just one aspect of Alante's personality, or rather, I am Alante."

"She is evil, but it's an innate and mentally retarded evil. You are different. You are a conspirator who understands people's minds. You are a prophet."

The deceitful prophet shook his head slightly. "If Alanti's mind hadn't never grown up, she wouldn't be constantly asking and answering questions in her head. She would have separated me from the memories of her entire bloodline and treated me as the person she relied on the most. She always asks me how to do this and that, but she just loves. If the Diana beside you had inherited all this, then Alanti and I wouldn't have appeared. We would only be a piece of her knowledge, for her to appreciate and read."

"She doesn't need the memory of her bloodline to become a great mage."

She laughed. "Like Ferris?"

"If Diana has any trouble, I will solve it first and then consider anything else. I am in the Tomb of the Wise now to solve this trouble she has, which is you." Cesar said.

"Yes," said the trickster prophet, "your beliefs always move faster than your thoughts, Cesar."

"You could just say your limbs are moving faster than your brain."

"I don't want to sound so harsh, Cesar, but you are a man of wisdom, but you just don't like to use it sometimes."

"Because some things cannot be solved by wisdom, they can only be solved by faith. If I think I should do something, I will do it without thinking."

"But you are almost at the end of this matter," she said. "You are only one step away. Why not stop and think it over? I am here, and I can discuss with you the innermost secrets of the Tomb of the Wise."

Chapter 442: My Sister's Little Doll

Cesar stared at the deceitful prophet. "Before your time, things became horrific. I know nothing about earlier times, but I have seen that white nightmare-like Kuna noblewoman."

She sighed softly, looking somewhat regretful. "Just as Arlanti's memories were broken in the Tomb of the Wise in this era, my memories were also broken in the Tomb of the Wise from an earlier era. Before that, there was only darkness. You don't have to pin all the horrors of the past on me. Weren't we getting along very well back then? I clearly showed you the origins of the Pantheon's faith. Clearly, something went wrong with our earlier ancestors."

Cesar felt that this person was very good at passing the buck.

"What do you want to say?"

"I can't guarantee how many times similar experiences have been repeated, but I must say that your imagination and expectations of me are too excessive. Perhaps I am just an ancient spell trapped in the cage of fate and unable to break free, that's all. I have survived for so long by chance, but in fact I am not a threat at all."

"Threats are relative." Cesar ignored the hint of harmlessness in her words. "The threat you pose to us is already unimaginable."

The deceitful prophet remained silent for a moment. "Well, it seems you're difficult to convince. Let's try another approach. I want to know if the person next to you has what it takes to embark on the next quest."

"I've already delegated this matter to Diana," Cesar said decisively. "I will put an end to this and your recurring mission once and for all."

"Then you must not have considered that a single event can be divided into many stages. Even if you complete the stage of exploring the Tomb of the Wise, there will be even more magnificent revelations that will fall upon you."

Cesar hesitated for a moment. "I have many considerations, and this is one of them, yes. But I think that instead of staying here and letting Diana fall into the fate of her ancestors, I should uncover the unknown of the next stage."

"You really do like to be a hero, my dear. You treated Ferriers the same way back then, silently enduring the endless death until the very end, as if nothing had happened. Aren't you afraid that after you really die, everything you've done will be in vain and unknown, and will be buried in the dust of history?"

"During Milava's time, Ferrieres and I didn't have a close relationship, and there was no need for me to confide in her," Cesar said. "I was just too lazy to tell anyone about my affairs."

"Okay, okay, can you hold my hand?" The deceitful prophet said with a smile, "Don't look at me like that, dear. This memory is about to end. You want to take Milava away, and I am Milava now. Isn't this what you mean by taking me away?"

"I don't understand," Cesar said, taking a step back.

She sighed. "In essence, we are merely the result of memory transfer. Soulless memories and personalities are transferred from one soul to another, much like copying words from one book into another. If the book's personal memories are already mature, even doing so will only result in the acquisition of complex knowledge. Honestly, there's no harm in this."

"Allandi."

"A case like that of Allandi is rare." The deceitful prophet began to defend himself again, "She was just an embryo at the time, and the book was blank, but it copied all the memories of our ancestors starting from me, and then she appeared. This is indeed the origin of her evil nature, but I think it is more like an unfortunate accident." After saying that, the deceitful prophet took a step towards him.

"You call this inevitable an accident? Isn't it true that the more qualified your qualifications are, the sooner your memories will be transferred?"

"No, no, this is a misunderstanding," she said. "It was Arlanti's mother who was unable to bear the mission of her ancestors. Out of fear, she violated the commandments and transferred her memories prematurely, which led to the birth of the evil creature. Do you think that a blank embryo suddenly possessing the memories of many generations of ancestors is what we want? No, it is not. This is just an unfortunate accident of turning fear into selfish desire. We have always required that memories be transferred after the child has a mature mind."

"This unfortunate accident happened more than once." Cesar denied, "Diana had a mother named Bernadette, and her experience..."

"That's because Alante violated the commandments out of selfish motives," she corrected. "She never grew up. She clung to our memories and refused to let go. She sealed us within her and Milava's remains, preferring death to returning us to future generations. The school was forced to resort to backup measures. Even so, despite the school's somewhat cruel methods, only the less qualified suffered over the years. By Diana's generation, these sacrifices had come to an end."

"Your words are all about avoiding the important issues..."

"I just want us to each make some concessions and create an opportunity for dialogue. Anyway, can we shake hands first?"

"You guys are really weird..."

"What's strange is the spell that has been passed down from generation to generation." The deceitful prophet corrected him again, "In fact, I also doubted it, wavered, and wanted to trace my origins. Later, I found that my origins were as early as the birth of time. I could even see the cracks in the abyss and the fragments of memory scattered across the earth. So I didn't want to waste my time.

Why do we exist? Who are we looking for in the tomb of the wise? I feel just as much fear as you do.

"I......"

"How about trying to stretch out your hand first?"

"This is just to take Milava away," Cesar shook his head, stepping forward to take her hand. Though little Ajeh hesitantly grasped his right hand, he paid it no mind. This deceitful prophet was much shorter than the Kuna noblewoman from his remnant memory, clearly born from the womb of a common Kuna woman. Despite this, she was still almost as tall as him, only half a finger shorter.

He could still remember how the Kuna noblewoman bent down and lifted him up from the ground. It felt like a tall adult holding a child. He would have to combine with Ajiehe to become a giant wolf to barely match her size.

This remnant of memory gradually turned dark and empty, fading from his sight. Cesar felt the temperature drop and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh, it's so hot," the trickster prophet suddenly said, "Do you feel like summer has arrived here in Remnant Memories?"

"I just feel that the cold wave hasn't passed yet." Cesar said in a muffled voice.

"I think the wind has already blown into summer, don't you feel it? Even though you looked half dead in the cold snap, it's time for you to show your strength in summer, right?"

"The way you encourage people is puzzling."

"Forgive some old folks for their nostalgia for the past," she said nonchalantly. "This was the custom of the Frank tribe back then. I encouraged the chosen warrior to become the tribal leader in this way, and watched his wife give birth to a beautiful girl. I raised that girl with great self-sacrifice, and then gave her everything I had. Don't you think this is a great sacrifice that continues from generation to generation?"

"You are too good at whitewashing yourself..."

"How can it be a whitewash?" the deceitful prophet retorted. "It's simply that some individuals lack a sense of responsibility, some are overly selfish, and some are simply evil. Over time, the nature of things has gradually shifted, becoming what it is today."

“Everyone tells a beautiful story about themselves,” Cesar said. “I call this subjective narrative.”

"You're just too wary of everything," she denied. "To be honest, I'm the first generation since my memories were shattered, and I only have one personality in my soul. Even so, my dreams are filled with ancient horrors, not just from the dark world at the dawn of time, but also from even earlier times, when even time had no meaning. They're unrecognizable, incomprehensible, and unbearable. I'm exhausted, and for every subsequent generation, it's just this personality of mine that carries the ancient fragments for them."

Cesar said nothing. He felt that this man had figured out his thoughts and was trying to test him in another way.

"Especially in Arlanti's generation," the deceitful prophet continued, "Her mother was a completely irresponsible person. When she was still a fetus in her belly, she threw away all her responsibilities and faced Arlanti with fear. Later, she gave birth to this girl and didn't take care of her. From before Arlanti was born to the eve of her death, she was mentally defective and lacked independent thinking. She asked questions about everything, and even on her dying day, she was still asking for my advice. And that day..."

"That was the only day Alante disobeyed you," Cesar said with a frown. "You've been using mindless evil creatures to achieve your will, but in the end, you found that things completely lost control. Or rather, she lost control. Even if you are just a soulless personality memory, one of the ancestors who accidentally broke free from Alante's book, you deserve it. Deliberately exaggerating your fatigue will only make your subsequent fate more ridiculous."

The fraudulent prophet looked at him from the side and said, "You have the talent to be a prophet like me. I guess you must have deceived many people and planted the seeds of faith that is comparable to that of the Temple of the Gods?" She said nonchalantly.

Cesar paused, and before he could reply, the man laughed. "It seems my guess was correct," she said. "As for the seeds you've sown that will influence generations to come, I won't ask. Now look at what you see before you, Cesar. This is my sincere demonstration to you."

"This is the Crimson Realm!" Little Ajeh suddenly poked her head out from under his cloak. Her wolfish mouth lifted, her ears trembling slightly. If you didn't consider the many Cesars she already fed, she'd be quite adorable. "I know remnants of memory don't remember things from other realms! Did I come to reality? So you're talking nonsense, you lunatic! There's no such thing as afterlife!"

Cesar pinched her mouth, put his fingers on her fangs, and forced her to speak.

He gazed into the distance and saw Ferrieres. Bent in the blood-red moonlight, he saw her drag a blood-red shadow from the lake, through the crimson forest, and into a makeshift shelter. His memory was fragmented, and as he looked at the blurry shadow in the shelter, he vaguely felt it was himself. He heard a quarrel in the distance. One of the voices was Ferrieres, the other was Allandi.

"Have you been looking down on everything from a detached perspective?" Cesar suddenly asked.

“It will help me see the whole picture,” said the trickster prophet.

"What are they arguing about?

What? "

"Ferriels found her sister's doll. She's questioning everything that's happened over the years. She discovered that Alanti is exactly the same as she was more than ten years ago, or even more than twenty years ago. She hasn't changed at all."

"Didn't you allow Alanti to treat me like her little doll? What's the difference between that and me stuffing me into a stuffed animal and tearing me apart before replacing me?"

Chapter 443: Who is this promise to?

“It’s not like it hasn’t happened before,” said the trickster prophet.

Cesar opened his eyes wide, "You said not..."

"When the previous Cesar dies and they haven't decided who will be the next Cesar, Arlandi will stuff your soul into a rag doll and keep it with him."

"Is this how you guide future generations?"

"I'm just a part of Arlanti, nothing more." The deceitful prophet smiled kindly. "Although she has carved out a separate me from the memories of her ancestors to converse with her, I can't be considered an independent individual. After she possessed the memories of more than a dozen generations before she even developed self-awareness, no one could guide her. This is what an evil being is."

"Even if you're just a part of Arlanti, you're still a complete personality, right? Isn't it because you're using her as a tool to reach the Tomb of the Wise that she's become increasingly evil?"

"I am not..."

The deceitful prophet paused mid-sentence. She looked like a fleeting, ethereal figure. Her oval face gradually slimmed, then her androgynous features transformed into fully feminine ones. Her benevolent expression inadvertently morphed into a face tinged with sinister evil. She was a teenage girl, the same Allandi who had stripped Cesar from his body in the Yestren School's castle.

This woman claimed to have grown over decades during the era of Milava, gradually ascending from a young girl to a venerable and elegant queen. In reality, her soul hadn't grown at all. She was the complete opposite of the remnants of the Kuna people, whose bodies were immortal but whose souls were gradually decaying. Now that her makeup had faded, her true face was revealed.

"This is the power I was promised!" Arlandi declared in her usual voice. "I was the one who named you, I was the one who picked you up, and I was the one who found new bodies for your soul time and time again. Since the ancestors said you would be my future lover, then you are mine. What's wrong with me capturing you and hiding you to use later?"

Ajeh poked her wolf head out from behind him again, resting her paw on his shoulder. "Your Queen is truly remarkable," she whispered. "People either defy fate or accept it, but this one treats its revelations as puppets destined for her own hand. She's already hidden its promises, saving them for later, even before fate reaches her. Is there anyone in the world as adept at playing puppet as you, Cesar?"

Cesar felt that the little she-wolf was becoming more and more demanding of a beating with her words.

"You are also my compensation to Finnie, little dog." Allandi stared at Ajehe and said, "I took one thing from her, but I gave her another thing in return. If I hadn't died so early, I would have given her more compensation. Is there any sister who loves her sister more than me?"

"Let Milava out," Cesar sighed. "This soul belongs to Milava, and the memories of your ancestors are now also Milava's. Whether you or your ancestor, you are now forcibly recording the words in Milava's book. He is the master, and you are all guests."

"Answer me first," Alanti said, taking a step forward. Because she couldn't reach him now, she even floated up and grabbed his collar. "I've taken away all the memories of my ancestors. They have nothing to do with Finny anymore. But she's still afraid of them and has gone to this point, causing her personality to decay. Is this also my fault? I gave her the immature Firstborn as a puppy. Isn't that enough compensation?"

"That's the theory from your childhood," Cesar said, "but Ferris is no longer the Ferris of your childhood."

"I just took from her what was originally mine! She named her Sephora, but I named her Cesar!"

"No, why are you reacting so strongly?"