Pastor's Tantra

"Are they okay?"

Yassen came over uneasily: "I mean... can they still recover?"

He didn't know these blood slaves who were tortured until they were no longer human.

——In other words, the youngest blood slaves he met at the Earl's Mansion should be able to run on the ground now.

It is already a relationship where we are destined to see each other again in the next life.

But this didn't stop him from feeling pity for these blood slaves... and thinking about his former self.

Once upon a time, he was one of these people. The pain he endured was no less than theirs, but he survived by relying on his own will... He had also seen others go crazy, or completely give up on their identity as human beings.

"Normally..."

Aiwass shook his head slightly: "All the mainstream treatment methods popular in the material world should be useless to them.

"They were not just frightened, but their personality itself was completely destroyed. They failed to survive the torture...I am afraid that now only their animal instincts are left."

"how so……"

Yassen murmured in a low voice and looked at the blood slaves healed by Aiwass. The limbs have been completely regenerated as before, but the pupils are still empty and lifeless, unable to speak or move, only twitching to the extent of nerve reflexes.

There was obvious sadness in his eyes. He bowed his head slightly, mourning them.

Because in Yasen's understanding, if a person's personality itself is destroyed...even if his limbs and soul are intact, it is tantamount to death.

"——But for me, this kind of thing is relatively easy to solve."

Looking at Yassen's reaction, Aiwass suddenly showed a proud but approving smile: "I recognize your purity as a devotee.

"But who do you think I am?"

Aiwass, in the form of the Sin Beast, raised his head and chanted softly:

"I call upon your moonlight, solo dancer of the three phases...

"The God whose holy numbers are one, the God who dies and nurtures again, the God who has been ignorant for a long time - the eternal self like the moon!"

As Aiwass's voice fell, the sin thorns wrapped around his body began to slowly squirm, cutting the skin and causing it to bleed.

At this time, the sun was rising outside.

But under the call of Aiwass, the sun and moon rotated here——

In the chaos where people were either frightened, happy, admiring, or praying, time seemed to flow backwards, and the cold and warm white moon hung in the night sky again.

And Aiwass was still praying.

This is the fifth level of ritual magic.

It is not the "higher divine arts" that are essentially equivalent to turning oneself into an apostle of the gods, but the "prayer" skills that can only be used at the fifth level!

This level of prayer technique can only be used by cardinals or popes.

And Aiwass happens to be both.

"I pray for your care, incarnation of mother, lover and child!"

Aiwass prayed: “My tears are the saltiest salt, my blood the strongest wine, and my flesh the sweetest fruit.

"I ask the moonlight to repair the broken heart, sew up the broken soul, and pick up the lost memories! Peel off my flesh and bones and brew the true wine of bathing in the light!

"——Wine of devotion in the name of love!"

As Aiwass prayed, his skin gradually melted away under the moonlight.

First the skin disappeared, then flesh and blood. Until most of his body was turned into bones.

However, these dissolved flesh and blood are not pink, but a cold and white color as pure as the moonlight - it is like Aiwass' long platinum hair, a warm silvery white that exudes a light golden light.

——This magical technique is called "Brewing Moon Wine".

Can only be used once per month. A priest of the fifth level offered flesh and blood under the moonlight and prayed to the Eternal Self. From this, a strange wine-yueli can be made.

This wine must be consumed under the illumination of this moonlight. It cannot be preserved in other ways and therefore cannot be prepared in advance.

Through this ritual, mental damage that was originally incurable can be repaired - whether it is personality defects, broken souls, or lost memories, it can all be made up for in this way.

——This is the purest "path of love" ability.

It is not the forces entangled in the path of the beast and almost polluted into the "path of desire", but the original and purest "devoted love".

This is also a special requirement of this ritual - when performing this ritual, the life saved cannot be closely related to oneself. Only in this way can we get rid of the chaotic beast power, so that it is not for instinct or for ourselves, so as to obtain truly pure love.

That's ironic.

The pillar god of the path of love himself has been polluted, which leads to the fact that the purest love has to be found through the path of devotion...

Aiwass stretched out the sin thorns spreading from his body to every blood slave who had lost his mind, and fed the moon wine into their mouths. As for those who clenched their teeth and could not open their mouths, it was simple - Aiwass directly dropped the moon wine into their eyes, and the difference was not big anyway.

With just one drop, the broken consciousness begins to heal and the lost memories are recovered.

Even their souls themselves have become dim and turbid because of this experience, and they can no longer walk on the path of transcendent beings other than the path of love. But now their souls have become bright again - their tarnished qualifications have once again returned to their original state.

One by one, they regained consciousness and clearly recalled all the truth.

So they clearly realized that it was this sacred and strange white deer that saved them - the white fur on its limbs and head was radiant, and the chest and abdomen, which were supposed to store internal organs, were hollowed out, revealing only half of the hideous white skeleton. The holy radiance and the hollow skeleton formed a strange and harmonious scene.

I don't know who started it first, they turned over and knelt on the ground.

Without saying a word, they prostrated themselves - they prostrated themselves to the white deer in the middle with the most respectful posture they could imagine.

First, these blood slaves who were cured, and then even those blood slaves who stood silently by the side with hunched backs like ghosts. They were all cured by Aiwass equally, and the melting of Aiwass's limbs had spread to his limbs.

Even his beating heart, which shone with dark red light like a red gem, could be seen with the naked eye.

Except for the part above the chest, which was still holding its head high, the whole white deer had turned into white bones.

It was not just one or two people who were saved... but all the more than 140 blood slaves in the Earl's Mansion were saved.

They could no longer be called blood slaves at this moment.

The broken mind was healed, and the personality that collapsed after being tortured was restored to its original state. Even the spirit that was addicted to the enchanting kiss was completely healed by Aiwass.

——What kind of misfortune they had encountered, what kind of misfortune they were about to encounter, and what they had done to others. When these memories emerged with great clarity, they worshipped the sacred white deer in front of them, which was no different from a god.

Their bodies could not help but tremble, not out of fear, but excitement.

Some people were crying, some were sobbing. Some people were praising enthusiastically, and some people were just silent.

When they encountered misfortune, they also called on the gods.

But unfortunately.

No god came to save them.

Of course, they knew that gods really existed in this world. But what difference does a god who can't save them have with "non-existence"?

Rather, "god" gave the children of the moon power and induced them to commit violence against themselves!

Nothing is more worthy of respect than the white deer in front of them!

Their lives are so cheap that they are considered to be pieces of meat that have no hope of salvation and need to be thrown away; or puppets who have committed many evils and lost their qualifications as human beings. But now they are saved together...

Not only their lives and future lives - even their souls that have fallen into the abyss are purified.

That is something that can't be done even if you pray to the gods.

And such a great miracle actually requires such a sacred earthly god to pay such a huge price - just thinking about it, they feel their own sins and pain.

"... It's okay, no need to kneel down to me anymore."

Suddenly, Aiwass whispered: "I am not your god."

When his divine art ended, his body suddenly ignited with flames - in an instant, flesh grew on the bones. In just a few breaths, he recovered as before.

The body of the sin beast was always in the state of illumination or fire worship. Otherwise, he would not be able to save all the people here - just like the swimming pool in elementary school math problems, "in and out at the same time", so that he could recover everyone in one breath.

Just like under the extremely powerful life recovery ability, those spells that consume a lot of vitality in an instant can also make the blood loss extremely slow. If it can be faster, it can even balance the loss and healing.

But this is already the fastest situation. If it were another fifth-level priest, I'm afraid he could only save three people at most at a time, and more would die completely.

"Ah..."

Looking at these people being rescued from the abyss by him, Aiwas sighed softly.

He was not dissatisfied or disappointed with these people. He sighed because he could only do this step.

He once again understood what Huan Tiansi said - there is no god in this world.

Even gods can only do so much. They are just slightly stronger transcendents who entered the dream world earlier and obtained the power of the source river.

Even the gods cannot let the world develop in the direction they want.

Even Aiwas just wanted to save the blood slaves who were killed by the Moon Son of Iris, but he couldn't do such a simple thing - although he saved more than a hundred people at a time, it was an unprecedented act of salvation, but it was far from enough.

This magic can only be used once a month. At this scale, not many people can be saved in total.

The speed at which they harm people is much faster than the speed at which Aiwas saves people... It's like destroying and rebuilding at the same time. The cost and energy between these two things are not symmetrical at all.

... If there is more power, it would be great.

As Aiwas thought about this, a strange purple light flashed in the bottom of his pupils.

The purple transcendent light gradually merged with the red light in his pupils, turning into a beautiful purple-red glow like the sunset.

But even if Aiwas said so, those former blood slaves still didn't get up.

Looking at this scene, Aiwass couldn't help but laugh.

If they were still blood slaves, it would be impossible for them to dare to disobey Aiwass's "order". No matter what Aiwass said, they should do it immediately - the body should be moving before the brain starts thinking.

But now, they can continue to kneel in place precisely because they have recovered.

This is the true gift of reinvention.

Aiwass thought for a moment, and then changed back to a human posture under the admiring eyes of the people.

"——If that's the case, then go and save others."

Aiwass said softly.

If these people were allowed to leave like this, I'm afraid they would never forget it.

It just so happened that some of these people were blood slaves who had done evil things after being tamed by the Children of the Moon in the Earl's Mansion. They can now atone for their past wrongdoings.

"From today onwards, for every person you harmed in the past, you must save three people."

Aiwass's voice was ethereal and sacred: "For every unjust thing you have done in the past, you must do three righteous things.

"If you don't remember what you have done, then follow your heart. Do it until your heart no longer hurts, and until you can stand tall and raise your head to face everyone's questions and roars.

"Just do it. Keep your eyes bright, your chest high, your head high, and your appearance impressive. If you don't know whose name you should take, then take my name."

"Savior..."

Someone timidly asked: "How should we call you? Which god do you pray to?"

That's a little girl.

She looked polite and seemed to be of noble birth. But even so, she can hardly exist as a "person" here.

She had just been sent here not long ago and had not been tortured to the point of madness. She was just rescued from the restaurant by Yasen - only half an hour left before she would be served on the table as a midnight snack.

Of course, not an "acquaintance" like Hannibal. But a stranger with no seasoning.

Or rather a living person.

Because the children of the moon who worship Xuetiansi don't like food that is too delicate, because it will only inflate people's desires. And the wildness and hatred in their hearts make them like to do barbaric things - such as eating food that screams.

I can only say that it is fortunate that there is no Slaanesh in this world, otherwise I might have been packed away and taken away.

The person who was going to do some "rough work" or "preliminary processing" at that time was another blood slave kneeling next to her.

She asked Aiwass about his faith, apparently intending to change his own.

Aiwass originally planned to talk about Si Zhu, but later planned to talk about the Lord of Scale Feathers.

But after thinking about their experiences, he remained silent.

They are all people who have not been redeemed by gods. They are people who have been abandoned by the gods... If they change their faith, can their wounds be healed?

Under some impulse, Aiwass, a pastor, suddenly said: "There is no need to pray to any god...

"One day, the gods will also praise my deeds."