When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 875 - 249: I Will Fight for Aiwass!

Chapter 875 -249: I Will Fight for Aiwass!

“Does this not mean that the Eternal Self will attain victory and evolve all humanity—”

Isabel blurted out.

“Impossible,” the one who spoke was Aiwass, “because it did not reach this realm through normal means. Others also cannot replicate its path… What cannot be replicated simply cannot be called a Path.”

“—You are wrong, Aiwass.”

The voice of the Perfect Human Bram echoed with a mechanical synthesized tone, yet also carried the rumbling sacredness of a choral hymn—such was the feeling, as if the broadcast had activated “Buddha special effects”, so solemn and splendid it gave Aiwass the bizarre illusion that he was about to be pressed under Five Fingers Mountain.

Bram’s voice was lofty and radiant, his expression solemn, like that of a Saint. The black cross in his eyes locked onto Aiwass, giving him a sense of being targeted.

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And he did not shy away from his secrets—He had not only lost his “modesty”, but also his “selfishness”.

“My path, is the true path. In the legend of the Son of the Moon, both the Path of Love and the Path of Transcendence reached the Sixth Power Level, indeed becoming a Perfect Human… but that is nothing but using the Power of Transcendence to force the power of love to ‘transcend’ the fetters of beastly strength.

“But I have offered another solution, the true answer!

“Loki granted me the power of [Love] close to the Sixth Power Level, which is the purest love condensed when parents ‘dedicate’ their entire lives to their children.

“Using our identical power of Adaptation as a bridge, connecting his love with my Heart of Transcendence. This has already set me on the true path. It still lacks the most crucial point—the Path of Love and the Path of Transcendence cannot reach the Sixth Power Level at the same time.

“Unless, blessed by a Holy One. Using the equally pure Power of Devotion to enhance my Heart of Transcendence—”

Listening to Bram’s words, Aiwass always felt a strange unease in his heart.

The Eternal Pope then solemnly asked: “So, your power… who did it come from? What is your purpose? To leave prison? Well, then… you are already free.”

“No, I do not crave freedom. My only wish—repayment of a debt!

“The one who gave me the power is… Aiwass!”

The expression of the Perfect Human Bram Stoker suddenly changed, almost frenetic: “My Holy Patron, the Holy Entity that granted me my fourth life—”

Hearing this, everyone present looked at Aiwass with odd expressions and subtle looks in their eyes.

Of course, they might not take it seriously… However, in Aiwass’s presence, that statement indeed sounded peculiar.

But Aiwass did not treat it as a joke.

He felt the increasingly intense throbbing of the Power of Transcendence within him… that restless and uneasy feeling grew more intense.

If it were to be described, it felt like there was only half an hour left before summer vacation. Watching time drip by every second, the inner restlessness and desire to rejoice surged more fiercely and uncontrollably.

In contrast, there was the sacred radiance exuding from the Eternal Pope.

Bathed in that aura, Aiwass felt calmer. The closer he was to her, the more intense the comforting sensation, as if in a mother’s embrace. Yet, even so, the influence of the Path by the Perfect Human Bram infiltrated deeper.

—This should not be.

Even if a Perfect Human was powerful, it should not be possible to affect Aiwass across empty space within a domain saturated with the Power of Devotion.

And Aiwass could see… aside from himself, not even Selene who wore the Isabel mask and had the highest sensitivity to the Path of Love, had such abnormal feelings.

In other words, the “Perfect Human” indeed had some channel to affect Aiwass.

Put more explicitly.

The Perfect Human Bram, on a mystic level, indeed had a close connection with Aiwass!

Could it be… Shepherd’s Nurturing?

Aiwass immediately thought of this.

But I have no memory of Shepherding Bram…

Moreover, it wouldn’t make sense—even if Bram was a counterfeit Son of the Moon, able to draw strength from blood, it wouldn’t be possible for him to gain enhancement from Shepherd’s Nurturing.

— Shepherd’s Nurturing of flesh is to offer oneself as a sacrifice to the Phantom Demon, greatly enhancing the Phantom Demon’s strength.

And Shepherd’s Nurturing of essence is to condense the origin of the Phantom Demon’s power into a seed, allowing living beings of the Material Realm to receive the projection of the Phantom Demon’s strength.

… But neither situation fits Bram’s.

The Son of the Moon is not a Phantom Demon, but rather can gain strength by devouring Phantom Demons—the Demon Scholars of the Helasal Empire were torn to shreds by the Sons of the Moon, who devoured their contract Demons.

Unless…

“…A Phantom Demon has used Shepherd’s Nurturing on your flesh, right?”

Aiwass spoke slowly.

Upon hearing that term, Lily was taken aback.

The Eternal Pope turned around in surprise to look at Aiwass.

The Perfect Human, Bram, excitedly raised his head, gazing at Aiwass with fervor.

“It’s really you! The holy shell—”

As he spoke, the mechanical noise mixed in his voice became increasingly clear. That sharp buzzing sound was so piercing that it made people frown involuntarily.

His every move became less and less like Bram or Loki.

And in the next moment, “Bram” suddenly stepped forward.

From behind him, a pair of pure white, angelically holy, massive wings burst forth.

And above his head, a pure white Crown of Thorns appeared.

After the crown became visible, it began to transform—gradually turning into a resplendent Crown of Light, inlaid with pure white runes on the inside.

Aiwass was all too familiar with that style of runes.

—It was none other than the Mark of Sin that he himself possessed.

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The moment the Perfect Human acted, the Eternal Pope responded as if reflexively and simultaneously made his move—

In an instant, nine circular light shields fell in rapid succession, forming a spectrum-colored disc of brilliance.

The moment the disc took shape, Aiwass’s view was like a fast-scrolling screen, with a long string of enhancement statuses whizzing by, too quick to see clearly—with more than twenty appearing in the blink of an eye, and still increasing.

Behind everyone, luminous wings appeared and then faded away.

Three circular light shields materialized and revolved around each person.

Their weapons began to glimmer with multicolored radiance that matched their own Path.

A streak of colorful light flashed momentarily on their clothing.

A crown materialized above their heads and then disappeared again.

Each person’s stature instantly grew larger, and a strong sense of courage infused their bodies.

Golden radiance burst forth from within, and the roar of a beast sounded in the air, followed by the flowing sound of a harp. Illusory brilliance formed misleading images…

One times, two times, three times…

Aiwass felt his strength skyrocketing, the nine mixed paths of power resonating intensely, visible to the naked eye!

That power was so vast that Aiwass found it difficult to control!

Meanwhile, the Perfect Human, Bram, took flight with a flap of his wings.

His body emitted a bright red glow, shattering the ceiling of the temple, strengthened as though it were a sanctuary, in an instant!

The moment the sacred temple of the Silver-Crowned Dragon was attacked, silvery frosty winds condensed out of thin air, as if alive, chasing after “Perfect Human Bram” and bursting forth.

That was the temple’s automatic retaliation upon being attacked!

And only to see “Bram” slowly, grandly lifting his right hand, his gaze also fixed on his clasped right hand, as if introducing the Sun to the people. His actions were as graceful yet exaggerated as a showy stage actor, an irrepressible flamboyance inscribed deep in Bram’s heart.

The next moment, golden sunlight gathered in his hand. Forming a massive lance of light.

“I shall fight for Aiwass!”

His voice was holy and magnificent, echoing to the heavens.

Then, he aimed that light lance at the cold air, at Aiwass behind the cold air, and brought it down swiftly like divine retribution!

“—To reclaim for Him, the holy shell stolen by the false gods!”