When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1001 - 353 Your Wife Misses You

Chapter 1001 -353 Your Wife Misses You

When Aleister was still Aiwass, he had actually already met King Helkin of the Wild Hunt from Eagle Cape Village.

The solitary White Knight, Helkin Dragon Flame, was the hero who was sung about by people as being as pure white as snow and as brilliant as the sun.

He was supposed to be clad in silver armor, holding a dragon spear, riding on Pegasus descending from the clouds… However, when Aiwass confronted the Giant Prince, the King Helkin he encountered was entirely enveloped in a black aura of hate from the dark attributes.

That was because he had been an Undead for far too long… Even though he had received the Great Sage’s pardon and become a wisdom-filled Wild Hunter, rage and resentment still surged within him.

Even though Undead inherently belong to the earth element, these negative emotions belong to the dark attribute. After all, their nature is closer to “fall” rather than “stillness” or “eternity” of twilight, thus belonging to the path of transcendence. They even formed the “Aura of Fear,” a power originally belonging to demons.

And now…

——Aleister was utterly astonished to discover that somehow Helkin’s resentment had been purified.

The current King Helkin of the Wild Hunt was no longer that yellowed skeleton covered in black armor, nor the roaring Undead General charging relentlessly… but was a shimmering, translucent form glowing with pure white light. Aleister could even faintly see Helkin’s face.

Exactly like the Helkin he saw during Aiwass’s ascension ceremony!

Under that storm, the King Helkin’s brilliant silver armor was pure white as thunder!

His entire body was encompassed in a majestic azure thunder—just approaching it made Aleister feel the smell of the air after a thunderstorm.

The graceful Heroic Spirit Knight stopped not far in front of Aleister, swung his dragon spear to create an incredibly magnificent spear-flowery pattern, its light and shadow trailing in the air. Then, he pointed it directly at Aleister.

Aleister looked at the spear tip sparking with electricity, not feeling a trace of fear, but instead, he laughed.

Because he could finally confirm…

The “Helkin’s Spiritual Body” he saw during the ascension ceremony was indeed Helkin himself.

And Helkin, whether facing Aiwass or “Aleister in the guise of Aiwass, the Son of the Moon,” could easily recognize them.

For an Undead, flesh is but a hollow shell, and race merely an adornment. These things can’t fool his senses.

“…Long time no see, Helkin.”

Aleister, in the form of “Aiwass,” smiled cheerfully: “It looks like you have gained new power.”

“——Blessed by the Lord of Scalefeather. I appreciate your bravery and steadfastness.”

Helkin slowly lowered the tip of his spear, then swung it again creating a spear flower, grasping it firmly with the tip pointing upwards.

Although rarely conversing and indeed possessing the capability to speak, Helkin also made an utterance in a slightly archaic human language: “Fortunately, this body still follows the path of adaptation. Now I am a ‘warrior’.”

The ceremony led by Merlin back then had endowed the King of the Wild Hunt with the Path of Wisdom, granting Helkin the capability of speech and thought.

His voice unexpectedly young.

Although not as mild and bright as during the previous ascension ceremony, it at least didn’t contain any hint of death—it wasn’t the principal’s hollow and mysterious Undead voice. Instead, it was more like the slightly distorted and echoing sound of “campus broadcast.”

Compared to an Undead tone, it was clearer, more akin to an Elf tone. It sounded around thirty years old… and what slightly stretched Aleister’s nerves was the emphasis when Helkin spoke.

Helkin was overly precise and articulate when he spoke, giving a somewhat odd impression. Like a news anchor or the voices in English listening tests—common people would never speak so formally and seriously in daily conversation.

“A warrior… Isn’t that a basic profession? Just a warrior?”

“As I am a departed soul, merely a shadow of past days. Blessed by the Pillar God, receiving a few residual leaves from the branch of life, I am already content.”

Helkin replied patiently and amiably.

Obviously—he had gotten his fair share when helping the Lord of Scalefeather fish, at least to some extent.

The boss is truly fair indeed!

Aleister couldn’t help but inwardly exclaim.

At that time, the most effort was exerted by the Silver-Crowned Dragon and the Hourglass, thus the largest blessings were allotted to them; Aiwass was sent to secure the nest with the highest danger, thus also receiving the “chance of resurrection,” a benefit that defies the balance rules of the Hourglass.

And if Aiwass could achieve that, the Wild Hunt skills granted to Aiwass by Helkin must have contributed at least a third—rounding up, at least a hook or a fishing line played its part. To catch this big fish, his contribution was at least greater than the bench sitting under the fisherman.

Eventually, Helkin too indeed received a benefit that satisfied him… his soul, corrupted by hatred and rage, was purified again and incidentally shared a portion of the warrior’s strength, as proof.

Realizing that Helkin’s attitude towards himself was friendly enough, maybe there wouldn’t be a need for battle, “Aiwass” also relaxed a bit.

He smiled and said, “How about it, would you like to come with me? Your wife and child miss you a lot.”

At these words, a clearly puzzled and reminiscent expression appeared on Helkin’s translucent spiritual face.

“Favna and…”

Helkin paused, not very certain as he said, “Rhine?”

“That’s right, Rhine Dragon Flame—he is a very outstanding child now.”

Aleister’s voice was gentle, just as a teacher would try to explain to a parent that “your child is excellent, just a bit introverted.”

This wasn’t an intentional performance, but a genuine concern from her heart: “It’s just that…”

“Just that?”

Helquinn’s words suddenly turned sharp: “Is there… any trouble with them?”

A war-torn and disastrously defeated aura emanated from his body, unquestionably affirming — he was still that King of the Wild Hunt, the Lord of War.

“That’s not it.”

Aleister shook his head: “It’s just that Cardinal Favna is too harsh on Little Laiyin.

“She, following the tradition of Dragons, beats Little Laiyin to make him adapt to this Strength. And from the age of one hundred years, his endless hardship in training began, day and night.”

“Dragons indeed have such a tradition, but…”

Helquinn retorted doubtfully: “Has the war outside not ended yet?

“In our time, the world was fraught with danger everywhere. Without strong power, lives could easily be lost to sudden disasters. But, from what I see… nowadays, this land has become much more tranquil.”

King of the Wild Hunt does not appear only in Eagle Cape Village.

Whenever a stormy night arrives, it could go hunting amidst the thunderclouds. Though not much worldly experience, touring one quarter of Avalon posed no issue.

Although his heart was once filled with resentments of betrayal, being cooked, being devoured, he still remembers…

To Helquinn, although the land was somewhat impoverished and backward, there really were no wars or conflicts to speak of. Even in the War Fortress, there wasn’t much military deployment, and everyone exhibited a relaxed and leisurely mindset.

—That was precisely the peace Helquinn’s generation pursued.

For a Mediator, a warrior who sacrificed himself in the pursuit of peace, “boring peace” is the most beautiful vision. People ought to live in a world that is both peaceful and prosperous, or at the very least, peaceful. The Humans of Avalon, the days they live, already worthy to be called “humans”… This was exactly the goal he and his followers aimed for by resisting the Giants.

For this reason, when his resentments dissipated, he could appear in a more divine manner.

—At this moment, he was no longer a vengeful spirit, but a Heroic Spirit.

“No,” Aleister shook his head, “The world outside has been at peace for a long time, there hasn’t been any war in Avalon for four hundred years. And the Holy Nation is still the strongest in this world, no one dares to move against the Holy Nation, Little Laiyin is in an absolutely safe condition.”

“Then… if peace already prevails, why still…”

“Because it was your last wish.”

Aleister slowly replied, his voice clear, articulating every word: “Cardinal Favna said, ‘I’ve laid the foundation with my liver, crafted his Weapon with my spine, and forged his armor with my scales’. All this just because of your last words, hoping to make Laiyin the strongest warrior in the world.”

“…I was just worried that Favna might succumb to her madness in her devotion, so I wanted to give her something to do.”

“It’s useless to tell me these things.”

Aleister shook his head: “You have to talk to Favna yourself.

“If you agree, then you will break the contract signed with the Great Sage, thus becoming my follower. I can take you away, allow you to reappear in the outside world. Let you leave Avalon, and go to the old Helasal Empire, go to the Holy Nation, go to the desert…

“And what you must do, is to fight for me… If I could ascend to the Dream Realm in the future, I will also elevate you to a higher realm.”

“…I understand.”

Helquinn nodded: “You are recruiting followers.”

He too had his own followers in the past, thus Helquinn could understand Aleister’s intention.

“You can see it that way.”

Aleister responded.

Hearing this, Helquinn laughed out loud.

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He clenched the Dragon Bone Longspear in his hand, hoisting it up again towards Aleister.

“Then let’s have a fight.”

Helquinn spoke leisurely, his empty left hand pointing at the silent and orderly ranks of the Wild Hunt behind him: “Otherwise, if I just walk away, my brothers can’t explain it away.”

These members of the Wild Hunt were still entwined with resentment, hence unable to speak normally, only able to roar and cry out — but being members of the Wild Hunt as well, they also possessed wisdom and could understand human speech.

“…Has it really come to this scene?”

Aleister smiled happily.

The young man with golden hair held the longspear in his right hand, slowly lifting a small crow from his embrace with his left hand.

And the Night Fiend suddenly opened its crimson red pupils.

“It should have been like this—”

Vinesse uttered an ethereal and husky voice, as he revealed his Fallen Angel true form like a demon bathed in blood and tears, emerging from the dark red lightning.