Could the power of the holy number eleven... be related to this?
[Hope is the power of possibility, the power beyond perfection, beyond the end, beyond fate and certainty]
The Mad King's Skull in the Box of Nothingness said this.
That is indeed the power of Saint Eleven——
"So that's it, the fusion of beauty and dusk..."
Combined with the previous words of the Scale Feather Lord, Aiwass finally understood.
The ceremony of beauty and transcendence happened to reach the number of nothingness, so the power of nothingness trapped it inside - and the Swan King has not been swallowed by the power of nothingness for so long, precisely because it happened to pass through this kind of will.
The frozen state of death but not death has achieved eternity, and through the fusion of beauty and dusk, we have reached the realm of hope in this box of nothingness!
It was precisely through the suppression of Saint Eleven's personality that the power of nothingness was never able to completely swallow up his will!
hope……
That's the force that moves the future toward other possibilities.
The power to break fate.
The tenth path that was supposed to be born should be "hope", because the Lord of Scale Feather said... Si Zhu and Aiwass arrived in this world through the tenth path. But nothingness obviously cannot do this.
Therefore, they most likely entered this world through the Path of Hope!
That’s why Huan Tiansi said those words——
[He did not come from the east, nor from the west. He did not come from any house that you know of]
[My holy number is 11, which is the number of those who belong to us. To the foolish I am 9, to the upright I am 8, and I am also 1 of 8]
Perhaps it was originally the zeroth path. It was the hope of splitting oneself that led to the path from the first to the ninth. Because it gave birth to "possibility".
"Sure enough, it was because of your influence that I had such thoughts just now..."
Aiwass looked at the Swan King and said with great certainty: "Aleister hasn't come back for a long time. It should be because your power has affected her!"
It was under an "inexplicable force" that he suddenly said the transgressive words.
And now that those words have been spoken, I have to speak the truth as quickly as possible.
It is precisely because of this that Aiwass had the opportunity to understand his true heart at this moment.
——That is the transmission of the power of "hope". When the Swan King realized that the day of liberation was coming, he finally got rid of the disguise that he had always been under control.
[If she were here, I'm afraid she would have to fight]
[After all, you just want to delay time so you can have the opportunity to meet me face to face]
The corners of the Swan King's mouth raised slightly, and his handsome head actually had a somewhat alive air.
The corpse-like smell faded, and his eyelids twitched a few times, like the noises made by someone about to wake up from sleep.
His words echoed heavily in the empty basement:
[But there is no need to fight between us, light and fire will pass on by themselves]
[We both belong to the Law of the Eleven Saints - even if your original intention to muster up courage is due to my push. Are the emotions in your heart at this moment false? 】
"Of course...that's not the case."
Aiwass closed his eyes slightly: "Even if it is ignited by the initial fire given by others, the flame in my heart... undoubtedly comes from the firewood in my heart."
He was fully aware of the Swan King's friendly attitude, as well as this... melancholy and calmness as if he was giving his last words.
As a unique riddler on the path of beauty, Ludwig II now speaks out his purpose so frankly. Perhaps it is because he does not have much time now.
——When he wakes up from the box of nothingness, the eternally solidified "Twilight Wall" is destroyed. The miraculous hope that was unexpectedly sealed will also collapse.
This also means that he no longer has the ability to continue to fight against the power of nothingness.
This is why he continues to sleep despite being able to wake up early. As long as he breaks that solidification, he will not be able to maintain his independent will for much longer.
"The time has come, when the flowers are trembling on the branches,
“Each one is like an incense burner emitting fragrance;
“Sounds and scents wafted on the evening breeze;
"Melancholic waltz, lazy dizziness..."
Suddenly, Ludwig II opened his mouth.
It is not the echoing hum of God that resounds from the void.
But human words, melancholy poems uttered by weak voices.
It seemed like I had been waiting for a long time.
It's like murmuring in sleep.
He sighed, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed from his pupils, and his eyes slowly opened:
“Each one is like an incense burner emitting fragrance;
“The violin swallows faintly like a wounded heart;
"Melancholic waltz, lazy dizziness!
"The sky is sad and beautiful, like a high altar."
When the Mad King's Head woke up completely, everything around him was shaking violently.
The whole world was turned upside down - the earth melted into air, the sky turned into solid stone, the fire became cold, and the water burned out of thin air. The entire Earl's Mansion turned into nothingness out of thin air... as if it was just a dream. Again
It's like a dream that "no Earl's Palace exists" replaced reality.
In the distance, a bloody comet pierced the sky. The torn atmosphere made a shrill scream.
That was Aleister who woke up and rushed here quickly.
But the Mad King's Head still didn't resist or attack.
Everything around him turned into chaos with his thoughts, the sky turned upside down, the sun and the moon turned upside down. Not only the material world...even the entire dream world was trembling.
Dark lines gradually began to spread on his face. They looked like leached blood vessels, or some kind of curse.
But he was still where he was, murmuring a melancholy poem softly:
“The violin swallows faintly like a wounded heart;
"Tender hearts hate the wide and dark death!
"The sky is sad and beautiful, like a high altar.
"The sun sinks in its own blood."
"——Aiwass!"
In the distance, Aleister was coming from afar.
In her hand, she held a huge halberd made of hardened blood, its tip spinning, creating a scarlet storm.
Her voice shook the atmosphere, turning into visible fluctuations that shook the earth——
Aleister's voice sounded from the bottom of Aiwass's heart and ears at the same time: "Stay away from him!"
At this distance... as long as Aiwass retreats, she can penetrate the box of nothingness in an instant!
"...No need."
Aiwass shook his head, but rejected Aleister.
Not only did he not move away, he actually stood in front of the Mad King.
He already understood... what Ludwig II was going to do.
——If Ludwig II's soul has been contaminated by the Box of Void, he cannot enter the dream world and become a god at all. Because in that case, the Whisper of the Void may follow his soul and enter the dream.
boundary.
In other words, he must die here.
And he chose to be a human being, reciting poems and passing away like falling flowers...
"Tender hearts hate the wide and dark death!"
His voice became much louder and hoarse.
The two or four lines of each section of the poem are repeated with the one or three lines of the next section of the poem. They echo repeatedly and are sung like music.
"Storage all traces of the glorious past!"
His poems are like blessings and prophecies.
Without any attack, Ludwig II's head was covered with cracks.
Like glass suddenly bursting in summer.
His voice was hoarse and stuck: "The sun is sinking in its own blood..."
Looking at Aiwass, Ludwig II tried his best to open his mouth.
Only then did he finally read out the last sentence:
"When I think of you... it's like seeing the Holy Body glow."
It was a trembling of despair, a cry of melancholy.
But at the same time, it is a peaceful and harmonious relief.
Hope is as brilliant as the throne of God, always shining in his heart. This allows him to survive the infection and erosion of the empty box... Under the dusk sky, he can also feel the beauty and sadness of life.
But now, there is no need to hold on anymore.
The next moment, it shattered and disappeared together with the box of nothingness under the "neck".
It was as if he had never been in this world.
——Ludwig II used his power to erase the possibility of his existence in the material world.
As a result, he and the box of nothingness, which contained the power of nothingness, disappeared together.
"..."
Watching all this, Aiwass was speechless for a moment.
He felt a little sad for Ludwig II...but at the same time, he felt a kind of tranquility.
Fateful tranquility——
The fire of the past has reached him.
One day, will it be...that it will be his turn to do such a thing?
Suddenly, in front of Aiwass, the air rippled like water waves, and a rune emerged from it.
It distorts reality, keeps changing, and eventually becomes a book and stabilizes.
"This is……?"
Aiwass was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously reached out and took the book.
It was not the tantra book he imagined. It was an old fairy tale book with "Swan Knight" written on it.
Strong wind and light power poured into his body the moment he touched the book.
A system panel suddenly appeared in front of Aiwass' eyes:
[Tiansi Fragments-Fragments of Dreams and Illusions]
[——The law of dreams and illusions, the remnants of the power of the Box of Nothingness. If used in the appropriate way, there is a chance to become Mengtiansi or Huantiansi. 】