Pastor's Tantra

The motivation that drives the Red Prime Minister Peng Bonazi to usurp the country is not madness, willfulness, power, desire... but his love for Xing Antimony.

He loves Star Antimony more than anyone else.

It's just that what he loves is the original star antimony, the "engraved" love like carving a boat to find a sword.

That's not because of love, but because of his hatred for Bashir ascending to the dream world alone and leaving himself behind;

Maybe it's not because of hatred, but because of disappointment that Valentine hates iron now;

Or maybe it's not because of disappointment, but because of the beautiful memories of the pure struggle before the founding of the country;

But after all, it is not because of memories, but because of [love].

Because of the madness and selfishness of the path of love——

"No wonder," Aleister suddenly laughed, "I have tasted a bit of decay from you before, just like the bottle of wine you kept.

"At first I thought it was an illusion. After all, you have lived for so long... People always want to recall the past."

"……snort."

Peng Bonaqi's expression suddenly darkened.

He guessed what "Lady Bayard" wanted to say, but did not interrupt or deny it.

Aleister looked at his face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Sure enough, you guessed it yourself...

"——Your path has deviated and gone to the [wrong] road."

That is the road above the Source River of [Error]... the twilight road that symbolizes eternity and stagnation.

The concepts of "engraving" and "reminiscing" belong to Lingbo Tiansi. In the case where Amber rarely answers prayers, Lingpo Tiansi is the spokesperson for the Dusk Path.

The "old man smell" emanating from the red phase is not an illusion - just like rotting flesh and blood will emit a stink and attract insects and flies. Once the extraordinary person on the path of love turns to dusk, he will become like this crazy person.

"Maybe."

Peng Bonazi's words gradually became sharper and no longer as polite as before: "This is also my own choice."

Probably because what he wanted to say has already been said - as the founder of Star Antimony's most prosperous era, he looks down on the Star Antimony people of this era. Just like a paranoid old man, he arrogantly believes that "young people don't understand anything at all" and "this era is rotten."

Even those direct descendants whom he transformed into children of the moon, he looked down upon. Pomponazzi believed that they did not understand him at all and were not worthy of understanding him.

But at the same time, he has an urgent desire to talk to others - no one can share the pressure in his heart, even if it is just a tree hole without response.

He was so eager to express his distress, just like an old player in an online game that had become a ghost server, feeling melancholy while looking at the densely packed gray avatars in the guild.

Looking at the sporadic stupid questions from the newcomers on the World Channel, he just wanted to sneer - those were all questions he had enthusiastically repeated countless times in the past, but now he couldn't muster the interest to type a single word. After all, they wouldn't be able to stay for long before they left. No one could accompany them, and they didn't understand the lively joy of pioneering the land. "The games back then were not like this at all."

But now, Baroness Bayard, who also existed in the Empire era and was a member of the same clan as the Children of the Moon, and even had a higher status than him back then, was naturally worthy of the status of "listener".

Just like when Peng Bonazi was on the verge of abandoning the game, he suddenly discovered that the guild veteran back then was back online!

—Lady Bayard, last logged in one day ago.

Peng Bonaqi would naturally feel a huge surprise and hang on the line every day. I just want to catch the other person online, have a good chat with them about the past, and reminisce about the past together.

But now, he has finished saying everything that should be said, and has finished remembering everything that should be remembered.

After confirming that the irreversible past was indeed irreversible... Peng Bonaqi completely let go.

"If this is really your choice, why are you so painful and confused?"

"Bayard" crossed his legs, shook his wine glass, and spoke as sharply as a knife: "Or do you really agree with Bashir's philosophy from the bottom of your heart?

"The Star Way, which was born from the experience of an unequal empire, has brought more inequality. Have you really never questioned this path itself?

"The Way of Star Antimony puts the capable person at the top - but who determines the capable person? Is it the monarch? Is it the expert? Or is it just the level of the path? Could it be that if a person goes deeper on the path, he will be able to Does it make them stronger? Is it because a person is stuck at a certain level because he doesn’t work hard enough, or is inherently inferior?”

"——What if?"

Pomponazzi asked: "Isn't the same true for the Bayard Group? The fittest will survive and the fittest will be eliminated. This is how nature is. Being able to provide a relatively fairer fighting field has eliminated most of the unfairness."

“But the ‘unfairness’ you exclude is itself the biggest ‘unfairness’.”

Aleister refuted without hesitation: "Does a person's talent only have one direction? Does his personal success only depend on his efforts and talents? Luck, opportunity, choice, persistence and giving up, personal success Performance, social support... these factors can all be ignored?

"In the Way of Star Antimony, the so-called 'successful' will always continue to compare themselves with those who are superior, and the 'losers' will completely lose their dignity. People will not openly pity the weak, because they are just 'the eliminated', the sand in the gold that has been screened out. People will think that their failure is either due to stupidity or laziness... Weakness has become the original sin at this moment.

"Prince Szijjártó is already quite talented as an alchemist. At this age, he can reach the third energy level. It is only a matter of time before he has a deeper understanding of the Way of Balance and enters the fourth energy level.

"Albert is undoubtedly a genius, but he himself feels pressured by the huge expectations that society has for him. In order to be recognized in this social system, he must continue to become stronger - all personal achievements other than his job cannot be recognized by society and will only be considered as a waste of time.

"In the eyes of outsiders, they are already quite successful people and real big shots. However, they are still expected by others and tortured by the eyes of the public... because they are once again in a new evaluation system and continue to fight with new strong people. This cycle repeats itself, with no peace and no end. It's like a snake biting its tail, biting its tail and biting its tail.

"Once they fall, their former glory will turn into a sharp blade. People are eager to step on those who fall from a high place, as if it can prove that everyone is a loser. Their own failures seem to be forgiven.

"On the other hand, if a person becomes a strong person in this system, he will naturally think that he deserves everything. He should enjoy all this naturally, because he is the embodiment of perfection, superior to losers in personality, essence, talent and effort... and everyone under his feet is a loser in relative terms.

"- Just like you."

Aleister said word by word: "This is a disease, a disease of snake body and heart-the Ouroboros of the Way of Transcendence has bewitched you. Let you embark on a paradoxical road without a head or tail, and you will never reach the end."

It is a posture like the Mobius ring.

Originally, Aleister thought that Xingtan should generally follow the principle of balance.

The Royal Alchemy Association, the Demonic Society, the Spirit Tower, the Red Castle... many forces gathered here to maintain a dangerous balance. Any emergence of one party would be suppressed by the other parties. Thus, it spiraled upward in this infinite swing.

But now Aleister deeply realized that all this was just a disguise.

The essence of Xingtan's way is meritocracy, and what those alchemists pursue is the way of transcendence.

The only difference is that the demon scholars of the society follow the Fallen Angels. And the alchemists follow the Ring Angels.

As the original creator of alchemy, the Ring Angels do have the possibility of being followed by alchemists.

"Bashir...Valentin I," Aleister looked at the gloomy Pomponazzi and asked, "He is the apostle of the Ring Sky Division, right?"

"So what?"

Pomponazzi defended him, and seemed to be defending himself: "From the solidified and stagnant dead water, even if there is only a circulating river, it is a kind of progress!"

"--Is it a kind of progress or a kind of 'transcendence'?"

Aleister continued to torture Pomponazzi.

And finally, Pomponazzi seemed to be unable to bear it.

"Hehe...Isn't the Bayard Consortium the same?"

Pomponazzi counterattacked: "It is obviously a ritualist family serving the Snake Father, but it married the witch family-who didn't know that you responded to the embrace of the Shadow Sky Division?"

Here it comes.

Aleister's heart moved, and he realized that Pomponazzi was a little broken.

So she pretended to be unhappy and frowned, trying to explain weakly, trying to get more secrets out: "Curses and rituals... are inseparable. They are both skills of the way of transcendence, so what's the difference?"

"Hehe... difference? Isn't the curse skill of the way of transcendence passed down by your Bayard family? You think the power of the ritual is too gentle, and you will do anything for the way of transcendence, absorbing talents and skills from all over the world, including curses, frauds and potions - even betraying the way of transcendence itself.

"It is precisely because of these skills that the Bayard Consortium has reached the top of the empire in just 20 years. Every penny of your family's wealth is stained with blood and curses!

"If we are contaminated by the way of transcendence, you have never escaped from the way of transcendence."

Pombonnazzi's fingers knocked hard on the handrail, making it creak and crack.

He frowned slightly, looking a little anxious and bored.

Looking at the silent Lady Bayard, Pomponazzi questioned repeatedly: "Did you really go to Taichu? I think you went to the ancient country of Parthia for further study. You were not so vicious before, and your words were like a stabbing knife.

"I know you went to Avalon after you came back - why, are you checking the maintenance of the curses you sold in the past? I heard that you fell in love with Aiwass from the Moriarty family...Isn't this the fraudulent love that witches are good at?

"The curse of oblivion that surrounds the Moriarty family was originally imposed by your mother! In order to complete this curse, you still keep the reward that the first generation Moriarty pledged to you, right? Now the seventh life has long passed "The curse should have expired - but do you really plan to return the deposit to them?"

Seeing that Bayard still remained silent, Peng Bonaqi snorted coldly, as if he felt a little proud of the victory of his words: "You may have forgotten, but I have not forgotten -

"Mordred's Sword of Clarent was with you in the past, right? But have you ever returned it to Aiwass? I think... probably not?"

"That's enough."

Aleister breathed out, feeling satisfied.

"——It's indeed enough."

Peng Bonaqi frowned and replied in a low voice: "I've had enough with you.

"I'm disappointed, Lady Bayard. I thought we were the same kind of people..."

The bottom of his pupils shone with a bloodthirsty and murderous dark red light.