Pastor's Tantra

Hearing Diomedes' words, Drost suddenly widened his eyes: "You..."

Without waiting for him to say anything more.

I saw that the surrounding light suddenly dimmed.

The sunlight at three o'clock in the afternoon dissipated in an instant, as if the curtains were closed, and it even gradually became darker.

When everything around him became dark, only Diomedes shone brightly. It was like lighting a candle in a stormy night with a power outage, gradually illuminating everything around it again... except that all the inanimate things turned gray-white, as old as old photos.

Diomedes stood motionless with his hands behind his back, looking at Drost expressionlessly.

The bottom of his pupils suddenly ignited with dim yellow flames. The moment the fire started to rise, it stagnated and solidified as if the pause button had been pressed.

Under the old elf's gaze, Drost's movements gradually began to become sluggish.

The expression on Drost's face seemed to be frozen, and the hand he extended forward became slower and slower, and gradually stopped. His body is also gradually losing color.

When Drost was completely still, his body turned into the same black and white as the surrounding room, like a stone statue with empty eyes and a ferocious and funny expression.

In just a moment, Drost was subdued by Diomedes.

——Just like the people who tried to assassinate Drost in the past were controlled by Diomedes.

Diomedes stared at Drost blankly, his eyes sad. It's like remembering the past.

"Is this the strength of the Pope's guards..."

Aiwass sighed in a low voice, feeling longing for it for a moment.

Yanis in this world line left Avalon early, presumably because Queen Sofia became a seeker of the Dusk Path after using the magic potion. The change in fundamental stance caused a rift between the two old friends.

Yanis is obviously a very determined equalizer. She returned to Avalon 50 to 60 years after she left, just to pay homage to her old friend.

The queen used magic potion to break the limit of natural lifespan, which obviously destroyed the principles of the balanced path.

Diomedes' ability to freeze the time of others is obviously related to the power of the Dusk Path.

"I thought the elves hated the power of dusk."

Aivas thought of this and asked with some confusion, interrupting Diomedes's contemplation.

"That's basically the case, but the Pope's Guard is a special case."

Diomedes tilted his head slightly and patiently explained to his new master: "The inheritance of the Pope's Guards is related to the three paths of balance, dedication, and dusk at the same time..."

The old elf was in no hurry, because time was always on his side.

Aiwass also has no knowledge of this knowledge. After all, the Pope's Guard is a profession that players cannot obtain... because it is not a "career".

Not all elves will follow the "career" path. The "career" system is a new path created by Weizhe. Only humans, a race with a wide and complex path adaptability, most need the purification of the path by "career".

For races such as elves, sons of the moon, and dragons that are naturally inclined towards the path, they rely more on "inheritance" with more demanding conditions.

"In the Theocracy, elves generally have the adaptability to the path of devotion. Just like humans generally have the adaptability to transcendence and love.

"We are basically divided into two factions that tend to be 'Balance' and 'Twilight'. Just like human parties, they are seriously opposed to each other."

Balance comes from the neutral attitude of the elves and the mission of the balancer; while dusk comes from the long lifespan of the elves.

Elves who tend to the former tend to be more actively involved in the affairs of short-lived species and are willing to come into contact with new things; while elves who tend to the latter are relatively more passive and indifferent, more conservative and alienated from short-lived species... just like because they are afraid of pets. Death is just like humans who don’t keep pets at all.

"Are you biased towards dusk? Is that why you are so nostalgic?"

"No, I am the Pope's Guard."

Diomedes replied: "When we receive the inheritance, we will be divided into two groups and learn the power of 'dawn' and 'dusk' respectively. After all, 'dedication' is the core of the theocracy, balance and dusk." They are just means and direction..."

The balance of bright yellow and the dim yellow dusk are both yellow.

That is all the light that can be emitted by lighting a candle.

...that being the case.

Since Diomedes is the Twilight Knight, then what Mr. Oswald masters may be the power of "dawn"...

Aiwass thought.

"……well."

Diomedes's contemplation and recollection were finally interrupted by Aiwass. He let out a heavy sigh: "We still have to get to this point after all..."

He finally moved.

Even if it is to prove that he is not a nostalgic person, this sword must be struck.

Diomedes stretched out his right hand from behind, his index and middle fingers together.

Neither fast nor slow, he just stood motionless and stroked lightly in front of him.

I saw golden arcs of light, like whip blades and soft threads, shooting out from his fingertips!

Cut Drost's body into two halves horizontally!

When the line of light touched him, the gray-white Drost instantly regained his color.

However, at this time, his body had been cut into two extremely smooth parts.

He didn't even realize that he had been cut in half. Even when his upper body fell backwards, he subconsciously reached forward to grasp it in an attempt to balance his body. The result was that the blood instantly burst out from the body like a flower, and instantly solidified into a gray-white stone flower in the air after leaving the body.

In Drost's subjective consciousness, he never saw when Diomedes' "invisible sword" was unsheathed.

He had no idea what Aiwass and Diomedes were chatting about.

He only felt that after the surroundings became dark, he could not see Diomedes' sword swing at all - he could only see the arc of lightning remaining in his retina for a moment, and he had already been hit by the sword!

What a fast sword!

That is a speed that even the senses cannot catch up with—

When Drost realized what had happened, the pain was long overdue.

"Uhhhhhhhhhh-"

Drost, who was cut in half, suddenly let out a shrill scream and crawled on the ground.

But his voice couldn't reach this dim barrier at all. They are all solidified.

Blood, fat, and internal organs continued to flow out of Drost's body, and after leaving his body, they cooled and solidified, turning into the same gray-black color as the surrounding filters. They are mixed together, and it is impossible to see what they are.

Within the scope of the light, only Aiwass and Drost were bright and colored. Only they could hear Diomedes' voice.

This old elf with a Chinese character face looked down at Drost, whom he had known since childhood, with a complicated expression.

"I've given you many chances, Charles."

The old elf sighed and slowly raised his lowered right hand again.

"Don't, don't kill me... Diomedes! Grandpa Diomedes -"

This old and fat man, who is already in his eighties or nineties, has an extremely strong fear in his eyes - the fear of death and the end.

He shouted hysterically like a child who fell to the ground and cried loudly: "I was wrong, I was wrong, Grandpa! I will change it...I changed it! I know my mistake, Miss Crawley ...I was wrong! Forgive me, I will change! I don’t want to die, please save me!”

Incomparably strong desire to live, extremely sincere words. But no one around him paid attention to him.

Neither Aiwass nor Diomedes would be softened by this. They looked at him indifferently, watching the fear in Drost's eyes condense more and more.

"...Please give him to me, Mr. Diomedes."

Aiwass said politely: "As for the reason..."

His left hand touched the necklace on his chest, and his right hand flew out the red crystal-like card without mercy.

The red card was spinning and flying in the air, gradually losing color and slowing down after leaving Aiwass.

But just when it was completely frozen in the air, the black butterfly mark on the card began to flutter its wings. Crimson flames spurted out and turned into a vortex.

"The Flame-Contrary Butterfly!"

Aiwass shouted her name loudly, celebrating her awakening at this moment.

The necklace on his chest also trembled, and then flowed out from Aiwass's fingers, turning into a stream of flames and sinking into the vortex.

The two streams of flames converged and eventually turned into four gradient red and black butterfly wings. The edges of the butterfly wings were constantly shattering like black ashes, and the lines on the wings cracked, revealing a burning golden flame like magma.

Now 1.7 meters tall, nearly a head taller than Yulia, the Flame Butterfly is no longer the petite and immature girl she was at the beginning.

She looked older than Yulia at the moment, already the same age as Aiwass.

And obviously, even if Yulia grows a few years older, her height will not reach this level.

I saw Yulia's dark hair reaching her ankles, turning into deep red from the end, burning with blood-like flames.

Her black eyes with dark red irises slowly opened, looking cold and dangerous.

At this moment she was wearing a widow-like black gauze skirt. The edges of her skirt burned with crimson flames visible to the naked eye, making her look like a fire queen embraced by flames.

——She is the Butterfly of Flame that was raised to the fifth energy level by Aiwass.

[Major Sin: Butterfly of Disobedience (Sun, Hanged Man)]

【Level: 47】

[The path of devotion, attribute fire]

It's as if she has grown up in appearance... Today, the Flame-Contrary Butterfly finally no longer has the label of "infant". Her consciousness finally became sober and mature, no longer as naive as it was during her infancy.

When the Paraflame Butterfly was truly under control, Aiwass could finally reinject its power into Yulia's body.

However, Yulia herself refused this matter. Her self-esteem is much stronger than Lily's - Yulia said that she must at least advance to the third level on her own strength and form her own ability system based on her own path characteristics.

Having learned the lesson from the Night Demon, Aiwass did not choose to raise the little butterfly to the sixth energy level this time, thus triggering the equilibrium mechanism.

When she appeared, the originally dark barrier suddenly became brighter. The fire burning in her body lit up the space around her, making those gray-white things bright and colorful again.

"——Demonologist? Phantom demon... Yulia!"

Drost, who was unconscious due to pain, shouted unconsciously: "You are still alive! You are a demonologist!"

His eyes protruded outward, and the vitality of a fourth-level transcendent allowed him to still have the strength to crawl on the ground and struggle vigorously even if he was cut in half.

"not bad."

The corners of Yan Zhidie's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled without any smile: "You still remember my name."

Her voice is very similar to Yulia's, just more mature and lazier.

But unlike Yulia in Aiwass’s impression, the Flame Paranormal Butterfly is much more aggressive——

She stretched out her right hand forward, and the flowing flames turned into a giant hand, grabbed Drost's upper body, and simply dragged it back and stuck it to the lower body like a candle.

"Does it hurt, Mr. Scumbag?"

Speaking of gentle words, the Butterfly of Flames smiled sweetly like a girl and put her left hand behind her back.

The next moment, as the crimson flames turned into blazing white, Drost's burnt body began to heal quickly.

The feeling was like being immersed in warm spring water, and Drost's pitiful screams instantly disappeared. His brows widened as a result, and his fists that were clenched into fists until they were filled with blood slowly unclenched, and his bones made an acidic crunching sound.

Sharing memories with Yulia, she is another Yulia in a sense.

When summoned by Aiwass, the fragments condensed after the death of "Yulia" and "Flame Butterfly" merged with her again. Memories from this world line poured into the sea of ​​consciousness of Flame Butterfly.

Not only the memory of the "Flame Butterfly" that devoured Yulia's body as a phantom demon and appeared alone... but also Yulia's unwilling and sad emotions in her last moments.

When the Paraflame Butterfly separated from Yulia, Yulia and Isabel had not yet become friends. Therefore, the Paraflame Butterfly and Isabel are not that close. Sophia's death had not affected her much.

But Yulia, who "saw" the world, died due to Drost's conspiracy. Out of control, she almost went crazy and killed Aiwass, who had been dependent on each other since childhood; but Aiwass finally succeeded in stopping her madness. After defeating himself...but he stroked the remains of the necklace and cried bitterly day and night.

The Flame-Contrary Butterfly felt like flames were burning in her chest.

If she hurt herself, the Flame Butterfly would not have such strong resentment and hatred - she was the Flame Butterfly, the Flame Butterfly who burned herself with flames.

But hurting Yulia, hurting Aiwass... especially, let her hurt Aiwass herself.

This caused the murderous intention in her heart to spread like fire, and she could no longer stop it.

Just as Drost's vitality gradually recovered and became stronger, his consciousness gradually awakened. The Flaming Butterfly looked at Drost who opened his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised, revealing a cruel but happy smile:

"It hurts...that's right.

"I was in pain too."

Accompanied by the clear silver bell-like laughter of the Butterfly of Flames, the flame suddenly reversed again and turned into a dark red as thick as blood.

The flames that were even hotter than before were like gangrene on the bones, soaking through Drost's body in an instant.

When it burned until Drost's consciousness became blurred again, the flame turned white again.

The pain dissipated like an ebbing tide, and the body regained consciousness from the itching and warmth. Pain will never paralyze his nerves, because every time he will return to his healthiest posture.

Pure fear finally appeared in Drost's pupils: "No, no..."

"You don't want to die, right?"

The Paraflame Butterfly flies in the air like the queen of flames, controlling flames of different attributes.

She stared at Drost, her dark red pupils like coagulated blood: "What a coincidence, I didn't want to either."

The next moment, the flames reversed again.

But this time, the Flame-Contrary Butterfly did not turn the flame upside down. Instead, he directly increased the firepower and burned Drost directly into ashes with strong murderous intent.

Aiwass reached out his hand and gently stroked the hair of Flame-Contrary Butterfly. It was a similar feeling to Yulia's, only a little hot... almost like a glass filled with boiling water.

She just squinted her eyes like a kitten and remained silent.

After gaining complete intelligence, he looked very cruel in his first appearance...

...Now that I have calmed down, I feel a little embarrassed.

But no regrets. The Butterfly of Disobedience thought.

If it happened again, she would do it again.

If she saw Aiwass avenging her and torturing Drost for her and Yulia, she would also feel happy, but she would also feel sad.

...It is the sadness of loved ones who are forced to take revenge and have their hands stained with blood.

Because in her memory...and also in Yulia's memory, Aiwass was the brother who was always gentle, but occasionally seemed a little weak.

He would stay up all night to stay with Yulia because she was feeling uncomfortable; he would also take time off to stay with her for a long time because Yulia felt lonely at home.

When he was living in an orphanage, Aiwass's favorite food was fried cod. He would be very happy when eating fried cod, and Yulia would look at him blankly - a look like the sun that a homeless orphan without a father or mother should not have.

For those who lack hope, that is the color of hope.

Perhaps because Yulia always looked at him, Aiwass thought he also liked fried cod steak. Therefore, I will be cruel and give most of it to myself every time.

But in fact, Yulia doesn’t like fried fish at all. It was too greasy for her and she preferred vegetables and desserts.

But every time Aiwass gave her food, Yulia felt warm in her chest. It was a feeling that made me want to cry... It was the smell of "family" in Yulia's memory, who had no family since she could remember.

Yulia knew that she and Aiwass were not the same kind of people from the beginning.

Aiwass had family when he was a child.

He has his own father and mother, and even has the memory of living with his parents. I still vaguely remember their looks and names, but my memory is not very deep.

But Yulia was an abandoned baby. She has been an orphan since she can remember. She doesn't even know her last name, let alone whether her parents are still alive.

Aiwass is the sun that has fallen to the bottom and will rise again one day. After all, there will be many people around him, and he will not be the first, nor will he be the last.

But Yulia is a bat who has lived at the bottom of the valley since she was born. She has only seen one kind of light, and that is the light of the sun.

However, in Yulia's memory...Aiwass was actually much more fragile than her.

He is very afraid of pain and will cry just by hitting his head or hand. He was also afraid of bleeding. When he accidentally fell down and bruised his knee and it bled, he was so scared that he thought he was going to die.

Aiwass is not the type with weak desires. On the contrary, he is very greedy... Every time he gives something he likes to others, he feels very sad.

He is also very timid, much more timid than Yulia. In fact, Yulia has never been afraid of the dark, but Aiwass has always been afraid of the dark... He is not afraid of ghosts, but he is afraid that someone will kill him inside, just like his parents.

...But even so.

But he is willing to hurt himself mercilessly and feed himself blood; he is willing to give up what he likes to Yulia, who is not related by blood; he is obviously timid but pretends to be brave and tries to protect Yulia.

Therefore, Yulia would pretend to be weak and let Aiwass protect her.

Because she is now Aiwass's "sister".

But the Flame-Contrary Butterfly is different.

She is a monster, a phantom. It is a beast of paradox that should not exist.

She is a cruel and crazy fire demon who almost burned Aiwass alive in this world, but she finally woke up at the last moment. Now it is reasonable to turn Drost over and over and burn him to death several times...

But just when Flame Flame Butterfly was a little disappointed, Aiwass suddenly said: "You are quite kind.

"I only cured him twice and then killed him completely... If it were me, I would have killed him at least ten times. As expected, the phantom of the way of devotion can't get any worse no matter how bad his temper is."

The Flame-Contrary Butterfly raised its head and looked at Aiwass blankly.

Aiwass touched her gently and called softly: "Are you tired? Come back and take a rest."

The corners of her mouth slowly raised, and her body broke into pieces and turned into a flame butterfly that slowly stopped at Aiwass's fingertips.

...That was definitely not tenderness towards Yulia.

She finally felt it clearly.

That is your own light.

——It wasn’t until Drost turned into ashes that the Flame Butterfly completely separated itself from Yulia.

update completed!

My routine has collapsed again, so I’m devoting myself to a new book by an old author!