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Chapter 811: Chapter 190 The Warrior’s Fate is Death Chapter 811: Chapter 190 The Warrior’s Fate is Death Aiwass gazed upon Aurigen, his voice turning hoarse and deep, as if echoing from the abyss,

“I have returned from the future, Aurigen.

From a future where we have both perished.”

“Future…”

Aurigen murmured, “Just as you had foreseen the future before?”

Clearly, as King Helkin’s most trusted lieutenant, the strongest warrior among his followers, Aurigen had always known that King Helkin possessed the vision of the future.

As a warrior of the Path of Strength, Aurigen’s mind obviously didn’t work too well.

Not that he was unintelligent, but his overly pure heart made him unaccustomed to seeking the truth.

Merely silent, calm, and loyal.

Day after day, wielding his weapon, honing his physical strength.

Beyond that, he had no other pursuits.

Whatever Helkin dictated, he would do; he admired Helkin’s righteous acts, respected his morals and spirit, but he had no intention to criticize or direct—just to listen, and then to act.

Only such single-mindedness, true to the heart, could have allowed him to reach such a state at a relatively young age.

That pure warrior’s heart had no room for weak emotions named curiosity.

The Path of Strength was pure; the murky intentions of the Path of Wisdom could not taint his heart.

—It didn’t matter whether Helkin had become an undead or if the future Helkin had returned.

Aurigen’s instincts, calm and transparent as a pool of water, had already told him—the person before him was indeed Helkin.

He had never forgotten his original intention.

Although his life had once been saved by Helkin…

a mere life-saving grace at most warranted death in repayment, but that was not enough for him to relinquish a warrior’s dignity, to offer his lifelong loyalty.

What really made him resolve to follow Helkin were Helkin’s kind thoughts and righteous deeds.

—Aurigen wanted to become a good person.

He too had dreams, from childhood he had wished to live for others.

But that dream to “bring light back to the earth” was too grandiose.

On the long journey of honing his martial skills, he gradually understood…

holding a sincere kind heart did not necessarily lead to good outcomes.

Even with the best intentions, one could still be used by others, not see through the fog, or miss the best opportunities due to seeking without receiving.

Because he lacked wisdom.

—To root out the treacherous, one must have wisdom that surpasses theirs!

To overcome evildoers, one’s companions must be better than the accomplices of those evildoers!

It was for this reason that Aurigen sought out Helkin and his followers.

Relying on Helkin’s thinking, the collective intelligence, and individual talents of those companions, he was finally able to forgo thinking and exist as an increasingly sharp weapon.

Without needing to think, to move forward with a clear heart and determined resolve, wholeheartedly trusting one’s guide, being sure this was the right path—this was the bliss of being led.

Therefore, when Helkin uttered the first words, Aurigen had already half believed them.

—And when the Night Fiend also quietly flew over, he fully believed.

That was a Sixth Power Level Night Fiend!

Although he hadn’t known before that Helkin had a connection with such a powerful demon…

since Lord Helkin could entrust the Penalty Demon’s weapon to him, such an occurrence didn’t seem odd.

The Night Fiend, without a word, transformed into a pitch-black crow and perched on the shoulder of the Wild Hunt King, who wore silver armor yet exuded a sinister and dark aura of death, holding a crimson giant sword.

It seemed as if the crow wanted to merge with the black mist constantly emanating from him.

“Aurigen…”

Helkin’s voice sounded hollow and dark, “Do you know how we eventually died?”

“…I am a man of dull wits, Your Excellency.”

Aurigen’s voice was steady and deep, “So I do not know.”

He was a very robust Lizardfolk.

As a male Lizardfolk, his coloring was much brighter than that of females; amidst his overall black-grey complexion, many large patches of dark red sporadically emerged.

From afar, he resembled flames yet to be extinguished, wrapped in black charcoal.

On his head were spine-like protrusions, and his body was covered with armor-like tough scales.

He looked more like the dragons of legend, rather than a mere lizard.

“— We fought until death.”

Helkin answered, “Just as we had previously foreseen.”

“I am prepared, Lord Helkin,” replied Aurigen.

“In the end, we died because of betrayal, but even without the betrayal, we were destined to fall…

because the gods were not on our side.

From the very beginning, it was a war we were bound to lose.”

“Yes, Your Excellency.”

Aurigen’s tone remained calm, unangered by the betrayal, “But we still made our way here.”

“Our bones were gathered by the Giants and boiled into a soup.

That pot of meat soup was ultimately forced upon those we wished to protect…

with tears, they drank it down.

And we became undead, lurking in the Valley of the Beheaded.

As there were no corpses to gather, we became flesh-eating evil spirits.”

King Helkin of the Wild Hunt spoke at length this time.

At that moment, the calm expression on Aurigen’s face finally showed a stir.

He had thought of death and had long been prepared for it.

For a warrior, his destiny is to die in battle.

— The warrior’s path is one of death, not life.

As warriors, their divine duty is to wage wars and battles.

They are born for combat, and they fear not even death.

To lie on a bed, age gradually, and to have a soul tainted by the fear of the Path of Dusk, that is a warrior’s disgrace.

…But that’s easier said than done.

Still, hearing that he had fallen into a cannibalistic evil spirit after his death made Aurigen somewhat sad.

“What should we do now, my lord?”

Aurigen humbly asked, “Should we bring a priest, commit suicide before we’re captured, and complete the funeral rites?

Or should we simply destroy our souls?”

In the choices he presented, there wasn’t even the possibility of “Let’s escape.”

“There is no need to do anything.”

Lord Helkin answered, “I tell you this not so you can find a way to avoid the misfortune after death,

“— but to tell you that since I have returned with power from beyond…@@novelbin@@

now we will not be defeated.”

He said so and took two steps toward Aurigen with the Phantom Steed.

“Do you know the positions of the ‘chest’, ‘back loin’, and ‘rib strip’ these three points of convergence?”

King Helkin of the Wild Hunt inquired with a deep voice.

Aurigen mounted the horse and subconsciously answered, “I know…”

Lord Helkin said, “Then you shall lead the way.”

“But, my lord…

Have you not experienced our future defeat and death firsthand?

Or did you see a new future where we are victorious after your return?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, Lord Helkin…”

“Just because I saw the future, I experienced the future, I returned from the future — does that mean that this future is predestined?”

The reborn King of the Wild Hunt countered.

Aurigen was stunned.

…What else could it be?

Haven’t you returned from that future?

Not just dreamt it like an illusion but seen it with your own eyes, experienced it…

Doesn’t that mean it’s real?

For a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

He was born in Horus and had trained in Parthian Ancient Country since adulthood.

One country excelled in divination, the other in astrology, and to those mystical astrologers and prophets, the future seemed such a sacred, inviolable thing.

In his homeland, even the greatest warrior chiefs would prepare their coffins and funerals based on a priest’s prophecy of death.

There were only prophecies that failed due to imperfect skills, unclear clues, or misinterpretations.

Even the denials came from their adversaries.

— There had never been a prophet or astrologer like Lord Helkin who completely dismissed his prophecy without any excuse or explanation.

“Wake up, Aurigen.”

Lord Helkin’s voice rang out, resolute and powerful: “There are no such things as fate.

“Listen well, Aurigen.

I am a very obstinate man.

Even if someone tells me that the world will end on a certain day; even if I myself have seen such a future; even if every person tells me it’s true…”

As Aiwass spoke, black smoke seeped from his body, spreading in all directions.

The smoke merged with the blood moon summoned by the Night Fiend, making the sky even darker.

A dim glow flowed from Lord Helkin.

There was a sharp clink as his faceplate fell, covering his face and making his voice grow even more muffled and hollow:

“Unless I die in that apocalypse — even in the moment before my destruction, I will never give up!

Because I will never believe—”

The space around them turned to twilight, time seemingly frozen.

The pitch-black Phantom Steed whinnied and flew off, treading upon ice!

Lord Helkin’s elongated voice echoed repeatedly in Aurigen’s ears:

“— that the future in the next second cannot be changed!”