Shepherd Tantra

Chapter 797 Your Wife Misses You Very Much

When Aleister was still Aiwass, he actually met Heleqin, the King of the Wild Hunt in Eagle Point Village.

The lone White Knight Heleqin Longyan is exactly the hero that people praise as being as pure as snow and as bright as the sun.

He should have been wearing silver armor, holding a dragon spear, and riding a Pegasus, coming from the clouds... But the King of the Wild Hunt that Aiwass saw before when he was fighting against the giant prince was dyed black by the dark aura of resentment.

That's because he had been a dead spirit for too long... Even though he had been pardoned by the Great Master and became a wise Wild Hunt, rage and resentment still surged in his heart.

Although the undead's own attribute is earth, these negative emotions belong to the dark attribute. After all, compared with "stillness" and "eternal" dusk, their essence is closer to "fallen", so they belong to the path of transcendence. They even formed the "fear aura", an ability that originally belonged to the devil.

And now...

——Aleister was extremely surprised to find that Heleqin’s resentment was actually purified by some kind of power.

At this moment, the King of the Wild Hunt, Heleqin, was no longer the withered skeleton covered in black armor, the roaring and roaring undead general who launched an endless charge... but a pure white spirit body that was shining with pure white light and translucent. Aleister could even vaguely see Heleqin's face.

It is exactly the same as the Heleqin seen in Aiwas's promotion ceremony!
Under the storm, the dazzling silver armor on the King of the Wild Hunt was as white as thunder!
His whole body was wrapped in azure lightning that looked like the might of heaven. Just by approaching him, Aleister could smell a stink after a thunderstorm in the air.

The heroic and dashing Heroic Knight stopped not far in front of Aleister, and swung the dragon spear in his hand in an extremely gorgeous spear flower, with its light and shadow dragging in the air. Then, it shook it and pointed it at Aleister.

Aleister stared at the tip of the gun that was leaping with lightning. Not only did he not feel the slightest bit of fear, he actually laughed.

Because she was finally able to confirm...

The "spirit of Heleqin" that he saw during the promotion ceremony was indeed Heleqin himself.

Whether Heleqin was facing Aiwass or "Aleister, the Son of the Moon in the image of Aiwass", he could easily recognize them.

To the undead, flesh and blood are just empty shells, and race is just a decoration. None of these things can be hidden from his perception.

"...Long time no see, Heleqin."

Aleister in his Aiwass form smiled happily and said, "It looks like you have gained new powers."

"——Blessed by the Lord of Scales and Feathers. Thank you for your bravery and determination."

Helechin slowly lowered the tip of the gun, then swung it again, holding it tightly with the tip pointing upwards.

Heleqin, who had almost never spoken to anyone but did have the ability to speak, also spoke in a slightly ancient human language: "Fortunately, I still have the path to adapt. Now I am a 'warrior'."

Merlin's ancient rituals restored wisdom to the King of the Wild Hunt and gave Helechin the ability to speak and think.

His voice was unexpectedly youthful.

Although it was not as gentle and bright as the one in the previous promotion ceremony, at least it did not contain any dead air - it was not the hollow and mysterious ghost voice of the principal. Instead, it was closer to the slightly distorted and resonant voice of the "campus radio".

Compared to the dead soul's voice, the elf's voice was clearer. He sounded like he was in his thirties... What made Aleister a little uncomfortable was the tone of Heleqin's voice.

Heleqin's speech was too standard and his pronunciation was too loud, so it gave people a very strange feeling, just like the host of the news broadcast, or the feeling in English listening - ordinary people would never speak so standard and serious in their daily lives.

"Warrior... isn't that an advanced class? Just a warrior?"

"Now I am a dead person, but a shadow of my former self. I am content to be blessed by the Pillar God and to obtain a few leaves from the branches of the living."

Heleqin replied patiently and kindly.

It was obvious that he had helped the Lord of Scales and Feathers to fish, and he had received some benefits.

The boss is so fair!
Aleister couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The ones who contributed the most at that time were the Silver Crown Dragon and the Sand Clock, so the biggest benefits were distributed to them; Aiwass was sent to make nests and had the highest risk factor, so he also got the "chance of resurrection", a benefit that violated the balance rules of the Sand Clock.

And for Aiwas to be able to do this, the Wild Hunting Skill that Helechin gave Aiwas at least had three points of merit - rounding it off, at least it also had the effect of a hook or fishing line. His contribution to catching this big fish was at least greater than the bench under the fisherman.

In the end, Heleqin indeed got the benefits that satisfied him... His soul, which had been polluted to madness by hatred and rage, was purified again, and he also got a part of the warriors' power. These were all proofs.

Realizing that Helechin's attitude towards him was friendly enough and that there might be no need to fight, "Evans" felt a little relieved.

He smiled and said, "How about you come with me? Your wife and children miss you very much."

Upon hearing this, Heleqin's translucent face showed an expression of confusion and reminiscence.

"Favrna and..."

Heleqin paused and said unsurely, "Rhine?"

"Yes, Rhine Dragon Flame—he is already a very good child now."

Aleister's voice was gentle, just like a teacher trying to explain to parents that "your child is very good, just a little introverted."

This was not a deliberate performance, but her genuine concern: "It's just..."

"……only?"

Heleqin's words suddenly became sharp: "Are they... in any trouble?" He exuded the tragic and dilapidated aura of war like a broken battlefield, which made people believe that he was still the King of the Wild Hunt and the Lord of War.

"That's not it."

Aleister shook his head: “It’s just that Cardinal Fafner was too harsh on little Rhine.

"She followed the dragon tradition and beat little Rhine to make him adapt to this power. And after the child turned one hundred, she never stopped practicing day and night."

"...Dragons do have this tradition, but..."

Heleqin asked in confusion: "Isn't the war outside over yet?

"In our time, the whole world was dangerous. If you were not strong enough, you might be killed by various sudden disasters. However, it seems to me... this land is much quieter now."

The King of the Wild Hunt is not limited to appearing in Eagle Point Village.

Whenever a stormy night comes, it can go out hunting with the thunderclouds. Although it can't be said that it has seen a lot of the world, it has no problem visiting at least a quarter of Avalon.

Although at that time his heart was filled with resentment of being betrayed, cooked, and devoured, he still remembered...

In Heleqin's opinion, although this land was a little poor and backward, there was indeed no war or conflict. Even in the war fortress, there were not many troops deployed, and everyone showed a relaxed and leisurely mentality.

——That is exactly the peace that Helechin's generation pursues.

For a mediator, a warrior who sacrificed himself in pursuit of peace, "boring peace" is the most beautiful vision. People deserve to live in a peaceful and prosperous world. If prosperity is not possible, at least peace is the way to go. The people of Avalon, their lives can already be called "human"... This is exactly what he and his followers want to achieve by resisting the giants.

It is for this reason that, after his resentment has dissipated, he can appear in this more sacred posture.

——At this moment, he is no longer a vengeful spirit, but a heroic spirit.

"No," Aleister shook his head. "The outside world has been peaceful for a long time. Avalon has not seen war for four hundred years. And the Theocracy is still the most powerful in this world. No one dares to attack the Theocracy. Little Rhine is in an absolutely safe situation."

"Then... there is already peace, why do we still need to..."

"Because those were your last words."

Aleister answered slowly, his voice clear and word by word: "Cardinal Fafner said, 'I used my liver to lay the foundation for him, my spine to make weapons for him, and my scales to make armor for him.' All this is just because of the last words you left, which was to hope that Rhine could become the strongest warrior in the world."

"...I was just worried that Fafna would go crazy and commit suicide for love, so I wanted to find something for her to do."

"It's no use telling me these things."

Aleister shook his head: "You have to talk to Fafner yourself.

"If you agree, you will cancel the contract you signed with Wei Zhe and become my follower. I can take you away and allow you to reappear in the outside world. I can allow you to leave Avalon and go to the former Helasar Empire, the Church, or the desert...

"And all you have to do is fight for me...If I can ascend to the dream world in the future, then I will also allow you to ascend to a higher realm."

"……I see."

Heleqin nodded: "You are recruiting followers."

He also had his own followers and followers in the past, so Helechin could understand Aleister's thoughts.

"You can understand it that way."

Aleister responded.

Hearing this, Heleqin laughed.

He gripped the dragon bone spear tightly in his hand, raised it again and pointed it at Aleister.

"Then let's have a fight."

Heleqin said leisurely, and pointed with his free left hand at the Wild Hunters standing in formation behind him: "If I leave like this, I won't be able to explain to my brothers."

Those wild hunts are still entangled in resentment, so it is difficult for them to speak normally and they can only roar and scream - but as wild hunts, they are also intelligent and can understand human language.

"…Is this really going to happen?"

Aleister smiled happily.

The blond young man held the spear in his right hand and slowly raised the little crow in his arms with his left hand.

The Night Demon suddenly opened his scarlet pupils.

"It should have been done long ago—"

Vines let out a hollow and hoarse voice, and from the black and red lightning, his true form, a demon that looked like a fallen angel shedding tears of blood, appeared.

(End of this chapter)