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Chapter 790: Chapter 171 Aiwass: I’m Back!

Chapter 790: Chapter 171 Aiwass: I’m Back!

In an era where people still feared the Giants, most humans would devoutly and fearfully refer to them as “Giant Gods”.

Because they were truly terrifying—with heights easily reaching four or five meters, their rock-solid bodies full of muscle, and equipped with superb weaponry and vigorous life force.

Even those rare Transcendents among humans who confronted them often needed more than ten times their number just to barely claim a miserable victory.

And if several Giants gathered together, vanquishing them would require deploying an army of more than a thousand soldiers.

—Without a doubt, they were gods.

When the gods grew angry, there was nothing humanity could do; to appease the wrath of the gods, humans could only sacrifice their own kind and pray for forgiveness.

Even if they managed to accomplish the feat of “slaying a god,” they would quickly be sought out by other Giant Gods—and it was possible that even envoys from the Dream Realm, immortal and supremely powerful, would come knocking.

From the very beginning, it was never an equal struggle between two races.

Even as strong as the Helasal Empire, they dared not directly challenge Avalon Island, which was less than a tenth the size of the empire.

Just as humans feared the Holy Nation, they equally dreaded Avalon.

If someone was captured by Giants while out at sea, it was simply considered a death by natural disaster; if dozens or hundreds of Giants formed a fleet to raid the empire’s territory for slaves to replenish labor forces depleted through overconsumption, the Helasal Empire could only express condemnation and evacuate important populations in advance.

For this very reason, significant cities of the imperial era were not built on the coast—contrary to the normal logic of trade, which would favor coastal cities as hubs of commerce and culture.

—Indeed, this was the empire’s golden age.

They were even able to dispatch legions of Transcendents tens of thousands strong, certainly not because they couldn’t defeat those Giants…

but because they didn’t dare provoke the wrath of the Alktos Kingdom behind those Giants.

Or rather, they didn’t dare provoke the Pillar God of Supreme Heaven and His host of envoys.

In such circumstances, all the Helasal Empire’s high echelons could do was propagate the “Giant God view” to the people.

That is: those Giants were gods walking upon the earth.

Therefore, if struck by the gods, it meant one’s behavior had angered the gods.

It couldn’t be said to be a failure of the empire’s protection, let alone the empire’s responsibility—after all, one could hardly expect the empire to challenge the gods just to protect those subjects who had angered them.

—And such thoughts had persisted for centuries.

Education had ingrained them deep within every imperial citizen’s heart.

To this day, the Giants no longer needed to go to Helasal to kidnap slaves.

Because the villages would always deliver the sacrificed on time, they only had to set sail regularly to take them away.

With the development of the empire’s economy and population, the number of sacrifices only increased—Giants had poor reproductive abilities, and their population increased slowly.

Unable to consume so many humans at once, many were consequently left to “freely roam” within Avalon’s borders, turning into numerous “villages under the rule of Giants lords”.

Eventually, the number of humans within Avalon’s boundaries had even surpassed that of the Giants by multiples.

And with regular visits to the empire by Giants, even more humans were brought back.

These captured humans were raised by the Giants like livestock…

yet, in the complete absence of Giant guards, very few attempted to escape.

Partly it was due to their fear of the Giants, but another reason was their hatred towards their own kind.

The humans sent on the black ships were all “sacrificial offerings” betrayed by their own people.

Even though they were fortunate not to be eaten immediately, they had not forgotten the day they were sold out by their hometowns.

They no longer trusted humans and did not dare defy the Giants.

They were essentially homeless.

They could only live perplexedly on this island, waiting for death to come.

—Like sheep being reared, waiting for the day they would be served on the dining table.

But today,

that fear suddenly collapsed—

As Aiwass advanced through the rain like a Judgment Angel, the Pure White Pegasus spread its white wings.

And at this moment, it had been dyed red by the blood symbolizing revenge.

The blood rain sprayed upon the land.

Those Giants wailed miserably within the divine punishment of the blood rain, melting into skeleton-like figures, far from being sacred or invincible.

This delivered an immense shock to the people.

“…Hmm?”

It was then that Aiwass, flying in the sky, suddenly noticed a building and abruptly paused, hovering in mid-air.

It was a pyramid-like tetrahedral stone structure sitting amidst the wilderness.

Distinct from the open square-shaped style of the Supreme Heaven’s Holy Temple, which was composed of stone pillars.

Its shape gave Aiwass a sense of dissonance and familiarity…

“…Vinesse.”

Aiwass suddenly spoke up, “Are you familiar with it?”

“My dear master… Are you serious?”

Vinesse asked back with a strange tone.

And just then, a bizarre fluctuation emanated from the huge stone hall.

Aiwass’s transformed right eye could see it clearly—the golden ripples spread out in all directions like water waves.

When they touched Aiwass, they bounced back, resonating with Aiwass from afar.

It was not the power from the Path of Strength.

—Rather, it was the glow from the Path of Devotion that Aiwass was extremely familiar with!

“Wait, this couldn’t be…”

Aiwass immediately came to a realization.

He dove down in a swift motion, calling out the Night Fiend’s name, “Vinesse, prepare for battle!”

Vinesse, acting after but arriving first, became a meteor streaking with dark purple lightning, smashing the stone doors to pieces!

And Aiwass followed her in right away.

Upon entering, the all too familiar setup left Aiwass trembling uncontrollably.

It was not fear, but excitement!

He could finally confirm that his previous sense was not an illusion—

“…This is, the Holy Temple of Candle Master Castening’s Angel Envoy!”

This was also the venue for Aiwass’s first ascension ceremony on the Path of Transcendence!

Back then, the Night Fiend was still the Shadow Demon; it was their first time coordinating in the Dream Realm.

Aiwass showed Little Barton his desire for transcendence, shattering the Magic Cauldron made from many innocent souls, which could resurrect the dead, with his Holy Lance!

The deeper Aiwass flew inside, the more familiar everything felt.

The spacious corridors allowed the now two and a half meters tall Aiwass to pass with ease on his Pegasus—these were the corridors designed to accommodate the nearly twenty-meter-tall Candle Master Castening’s Angel Envoy.

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Aiwass emerged from the dim and expansive corridor into the room filled with the roar of Giants.

It was the great hall where the Magic Cauldron was placed.

What caught his eye was an elderly Giant thirteen meters tall, even while hunched over.

He had a waterfall of chestnut-red beard, and his body was covered in red bear fur.

He was glaring with his enormous eyes—though drooping due to age, like two heavy curtains, his extreme anger made him open his eyes wide!

This was the very Yaspavand that had almost killed Aiwass before!

Yaspavand, who could easily crush Aiwass like a mosquito!

“—Yaspavand!”

Aiwass’s mind was suddenly clear and his thoughts flowed freely.

He bellowed, “I’ve come to settle the score with you!”