When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1361 - 80: No Need to Pray to the Gods

"Are they alright?"

Arsene approached uneasily: "I an... can they still recover?"

He didn’t recognize these blood slaves who had been tortured beyond recognition.

—Or rather, the blood slaves he once knew at the Earl’s Mansion, even the youngest should be able to run on the ground by now.

They have beco acquaintances of another life now.

But that did not stop him from feeling pity for these blood slaves... and thinking of his forr self.

Back in those days, he was one of them. The pain he endured was no less than theirs, yet he made it through by sheer will... he also saw others go mad, or completely abandon their identity as humans.

"Normally..."

But Aiwass shook his head slightly: "All mainstream treatnts popular in the Material Realm should be useless to them.

"They’re not just simply scared; their personalities have been completely destroyed. They couldn’t endure the torture... now, they’re probably left with only animal instincts."

"How could this be..."

Arsene murmured softly, looking at those blood slaves healed by Aiwass. Their limbs had fully regenerated, yet their pupils remained empty, unable to speak or move, only twitching at the level of nerve reflex.

His eyes showed evident sorrow. He bowed his head slightly to mourn them.

Because in Arsene’s understanding, if a person’s personality itself is destroyed... even if their limbs are intact and their soul whole, it is akin to death.

"—But to , such matters are still manageable."

Seeing Arsene’s reaction, Aiwass suddenly smiled proudly yet approvingly: "I acknowledge your purity as a Contributor.

"But who do you think I am?"

Aiwass, in the form of a Sin Beast, raised his head and softly chanted:

"I call upon Your Moonlight, Singular Dancer of Three Phases...

"Holy Number One God, Creator through Death God, God of Enduring Obscurity—like the Eternal Self of the moon!"

As Aiwass’s voice faded, the Sin Thorn wrapped around him began to slowly writhe, cutting into his skin and making it bleed.

At this ti outside, the sunrise had already begun.

But under Aiwass’s call, the sun and moon rotated here—

In the chaos of people’s terror, joy, praise, or prayer, ti seed to reverse traces, cold yet gentle white moon once again suspended in the night sky.

And Aiwass continued to pray.

This is the Divine Art of the Fifth Energy Level ritual.

Not those essentially equivalent to transforming oneself into a god’s Angel Envoy’s "Advanced Divine Arts," but a true skill of "Prayer" usable only at the Fifth Energy Level!

Prayer at this Energy Level can only be perford entirely by a Cardinal Archbishop or Pope.

And Aiwass happens to be both.

"I pray for Your care, Mother, Lover, and Child’s embodint!"

Aiwass prayed: "My tears are the saltiest salt, my blood the fiercest wine, my flesh the sweetest fruit.

"I beseech the moonlight to nd broken hearts, sew shattered souls, retrieve lost mories! Strip my flesh and construct the true brew of bathing light!"

"—The wine of Dedication in the na of love!"

With Aiwass’s voice of prayer, his flesh slowly dissolved under the moonlight.

First the skin disappeared, followed closely by the blood and flesh, until most of his body turned to white bone.

Yet this dissolved flesh was not pink but a pure, moonlight-like cold and clean white — radiating a gentle, silver-white gold light, much like Aiwass’s platinum hair.

—This Divine Art is called "Fernting Moonbrew."

Usable only once a month. A Fifth Power Level priest sacrifices flesh in the moonlight, praying to the Eternal Self, thus creating a strange wine—Moonbrew.

This drink must be consud under the illumination of this moonlight, unable to be preserved by any other ans, hence cannot be prepared in advance.

Through this ritual, one can repair ntal injuries that were originally untreatable—be it personality defects, soul fragntation, or lost mories; it can be redied through this thod.

—This is the purest ability of the "Path of Love."

Unperturbed by the Beast’s Path, nearly corrupted into the "Path of Desire" powers, but the original, most innocent "Dedication of Love."

This is also the special requirent of this ritual—the lives saved during the ritual must not be closely associated with oneself. Only thus can those chaotic beast powers be cast off, not for instinct, nor self, thereby obtaining true, pure love.

Ironically.

The Pillar God of the Path of Love corrupted, leading to the purest love actually having to be sought from the Path of Devotion...

Aiwass extended the Sin Thorn from his body to each of the blood slaves who had lost their minds, feeding Moonbrew into their mouths. Those who could not open their teeth and bit tight were simple—Aiwass directly dripped Moonbrew into their eyes, anyway not much difference.

Just one drop is needed, fragnted consciousness begins to heal, lost mories retrieved.

Even their souls themselves turned dim and murky due to such experiences, unable to walk another transcendent path aside from the Path of Love. But now their souls are bright again—tainted qualities restored.

They each regained their senses and clearly rembered all the truths.

Thus they clearly realized that it was this sacred yet bizarre white deer before them who saved them—it shines with brilliance from both upper and lower body, while the original chest and abdon ant to harbor internal organs left only a forest of white bones.