When Aleister was still Aiwass, he actually met Helchin, the King of the Wild Hunt in Eagle Point Village.
The aloof white knight Heleqin Longyan is exactly the hero praised by people 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 from the clouds... But the King of the Wild Hunt whom Aiwass saw when he fought against the giant prince, was covered in dark attributes at that time.
The aura of resentment dyed it into pitch black.
That's because he has been an undead for too long... Even though he has been pardoned by Weizhe and has become a wise Wild Hunt, the rage and resentment are still stirring in his heart.
Although the attribute of the undead itself is earth, these negative emotions belong to the dark attribute. After all, their nature is closer to "fall" than "stillness" and "eternal" dusk, so they belong to the path of transcendence. They even form
"Fear Aura" is an ability that originally belonged to demons.
And now...
——Aleister was extremely surprised to find that Herchin's resentment was actually purified by some kind of power.
At this moment, Heleqin, the King of the Wild Hunt, is no longer the withered yellow skeleton covered in pitch black armor, the roaring undead general launching endless charges... but a pure white spirit that is shining with pure white light and is translucent.
Aleister could even vaguely see Heleqin's face.
It is exactly the same as the Heleqin seen in Aiwass’s promotion ceremony!
Under that storm, the dazzling silver armor on the King of the Wild Hunt was as pure white as thunder!
His whole body was covered with azure blue thunder that was as powerful as the sky - just by being close, Aleister could feel the stench after a thunderstorm in the air.
The heroic spirit cavalry stopped not far in front of Aleister, and threw out an extremely gorgeous gun flower from the dragon gun in his hand. Its light and shadow were dragging in the air. Then, it shook it and pointed it at Aleister.
Leicester.
Aleister stared at the tip of the gun with the electric light dancing. Not only did he not have the slightest fear, he actually laughed.
Because she was finally able to confirm...
The "Heleqin's spirit body" that I saw during the promotion ceremony was indeed Heleqin himself.
And whether Heleqin was facing Aiwass or "Aleister, the son of the moon in the image of Aiwass", he could easily recognize them.
For the undead, flesh and blood are just empty shells, and race is just decoration. None of these things can hide from his perception.
"...Long time no see, Heleqin."
Aleister in the form of "Aiwass" smiled happily and said, "It looks like you have gained a brand new power."
"——Blessed by the Lord of Scales and Feathers. Thank you for your bravery and determination."
Heleqin slowly lowered the tip of the gun, then flicked the gun again, holding it tightly with the tip of the gun facing upwards.
Heleqin, who has almost never spoken to others, but does have the ability to speak, also spoke in a slightly ancient human language: "Fortunately, I still have a way to adapt. Now I am a 'warrior'."
"
Merlin's ritual in the past gave the King of the Wild Hunt a new path to wisdom, and gave Helchin the ability to speak and think.
His voice was surprisingly young.
Although it is not as gentle and bright as in the previous promotion ceremony, at least it does not contain any death energy - it is not the hollow and mysterious undead voice of the principal. It is closer to the slightly distorted and reverberating voice of the "campus radio"
the sound of.
Compared to the undead accent, the elf accent is clearer. He sounds like he is in his thirties... and what makes Aleister a little nervous is the accent of Herchin when he speaks.
Heleqin's speech was too standard and his words were round and round, so it gave people a very strange feeling. It was like the host of a news network, or the feeling in English listening - ordinary people would never speak in normal times.
Always so standard and serious.
"Warrior...isn't it an advanced profession? Just a warrior?"
"Now, as a deceased person, I am just a shadow of the past. I have been favored by the Pillar God, and I am lucky enough to get a few remaining leaves from the branch of the living. I am satisfied."
Heleqin replied patiently and kindly.
Obviously - he helped the Lord of Scale Feathers fish, and he got some benefits.
The boss is really fair!
Aleister couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
At that time, it was Silver Crown Dragon and Sand Timepiece who contributed the most, so the greatest benefits were distributed to them; Aiwass was sent to make nests at that time, which had the highest risk factor, so he also got the "opportunity to resurrect" this rebellious Sand Timepiece.
The benefits of balancing rules.
As for Aiwass being able to do this, the Wild Hunting skills granted to Aiwass by Heleqin also have at least three points of merit - rounding off, the guarantee also has the function of a hook or fishing line. If you can catch this big fish,
His contribution is at least greater than the bench sitting under the fisherman.
In the end, Heleqin's side indeed received benefits that satisfied him... His soul, which had been contaminated by hatred and rage to the point of madness, was purified again, and he also received a part of the warrior's strength. This is all proof.
Realizing that Heleqin's attitude towards him was friendly enough, perhaps there was no need to fight this fight, "Aiwass" felt a little more relaxed.
He smiled and said, "What do you think? Do you want to come with me? Your wife and children miss you very much."
Hearing this, Heleqin's translucent spiritual face showed an expression of obvious confusion and reminiscence.
"Fafnir and..."
Helchin paused and said not very confidently: "Rhine?"
"That's right, Rhine Dragon Flame - he is already a very outstanding child now."
Aleister's voice was gentle, just like a teacher trying to explain to parents, "Your child is very good, but a little introverted."
This is not a deliberate performance, but her heartfelt worry: "It's just..."
"……only?"
Heleqin's words suddenly became sharp: "Are they... in any trouble?"
The aura of war that was as tragic and dilapidated as a broken battlefield filled his body, making people convinced that he was still the King of the Wild Hunt and the Lord of War.
"That's not true."
Aleister shook his head: "It's just that Cardinal Favna was too harsh on little Rhine.
"In accordance with the tradition of the dragon, she beat little Rhine to make him adapt to this power. And since the child was one hundred years old, he has been practicing hard training day and night and has never ended."
"...The giant dragon does have this tradition, but..."
Heleqin asked with some confusion: "Isn't the war outside over yet?
"In our time, everywhere in the world was very dangerous. If we didn't have strong enough power, we might be killed by various sudden disasters. But, in my opinion... the land is much peaceful now.
"
The King of the Wild Hunt does not only appear in Eagle Point Village.
Whenever a stormy night comes, it can go out hunting with Thundercloud. Although it cannot be said that it has seen much of the world, it has no problem visiting at least a quarter of Avalon.
Although his heart was full of resentment at being betrayed, cooked, and eaten, he still remembered...
In Heleqin's view, although this land is slightly poor and backward, there is indeed no war or dispute to speak of. Even the war fortress does not have many troops deployed, and everyone shows a casual and leisurely attitude.
.
——That is the peace that Helechin’s generation pursues.
For a mediator and a warrior who sacrificed his life for the pursuit of peace, "boring peace" is the most beautiful vision. People should live in a peaceful and prosperous world. If they cannot achieve prosperity, they must at least achieve it.
Peace. The humans of Avalon, their life can already be called "human"... This is exactly what he and his followers want to achieve by resisting the giants.
It is precisely because of this that after the resentment dissipates, he can appear in this more holy posture.
——At this moment, he is no longer a resentful soul, but a heroic spirit.
"No," Aleister shook his head, "The outside world has been peaceful for a long time. There has been no war in Avalon for four hundred years. And the Theocracy is still the strongest in the world, and no one dares to confront it.
If the Theocracy takes action, Little Rhine will be in an absolutely safe situation."
"Then...there is already peace, why do we still..."
"Because those were your last words."
Aleister answered slowly, his voice was clear, and he answered word for word: "Cardinal Favna said, 'I used my liver to lay the foundation for him, my spine to build his weapons, and my scales to build his armor.
'.All this is just because the last words you left were your hope that Rhine could become the strongest warrior in the world."
"...I'm just worried that Favna will go crazy and die in love, so I want to find something for her to do."
"It's useless for you to tell me these things."
Aleister shook his head: "You have to tell Favna yourself.
"If you agree, then you will terminate the contract you signed with Weizhe and become my follower. I can take you away and allow you to reappear in the outside world. Allow you to leave Avalon and go to
The former Herasl Empire went to the Theocracy, to the desert...
"And what you have to do is fight for me... If I can ascend to the dream world in the future, then I will also let you ascend to a higher realm."
"……I see."
Heleqin nodded: "You are recruiting followers."
He also had his own entourage and followers in the past, so Herchin could understand Aleister's thoughts.
"You can understand it this way."
Aleister responded.
Hearing this, Heleqin laughed.
He clenched the dragon bone spear in his hand, raised it again, and pointed it at Aleister.
"Then let's have a fight."
Heleqin said leisurely, pointing with his free left hand at the silent Wild Hunters behind him: "Otherwise, if I leave like this, my brothers will not be able to explain to me."
Those Wild Hunts are still entangled in resentment, so they cannot speak normally and can only roar and scream - but as Wild Hunts, they are also intelligent and can understand human speech.
"...Does this really have to happen?"
Aleister laughed happily.
The blond young man held a spear in his right hand and slowly raised the little crow in his arms with his left hand.
And Night Demon suddenly opened his scarlet pupils.
"It should have been like this -"
Vines made an ethereal and hoarse voice, and from the black and red lightning, the true body of the devil appeared like a fallen angel shedding blood and tears.
