Free Web NovelLynn was shaken.
He almost immediately understood the meaning that Sir Aiwen was trying to convey to him through his words.
“I have no way whatsoever to break the Matriarch’s curse, because in a sense, I too am an Ancient God, and this is a Shackle imposed upon us Ancient Gods by the Dark World. But you are different. From the moment you displayed that series of special abilities of yours, you have already become the only hope for whether we can break through this curse.”
“So now you should understand. Compared to the backlash of the curse that the Matriarch and I might suffer, your safety is far more important!”
Through the black smoke and dust billowing from the explosions, Sir Aiwen’s eyes stared deeply at him from afar.
“I didn’t come here to deal with the Plague Doctor.”
“I came here to guard you.”
Those two sentences instantly flooded his entire mind like a torrent.
At that moment.
Lynn stood frozen in place.
Even the swirling Plumes exploding wildly around him seemed to fade into a discolored backdrop.
If this wasn’t love…
Then…
What was…?
“Big Brother Aiwen!!”
At this moment, Lynn’s eyes instantly became red with emotion, dammit!
Only he knew.
Just what kind of tear-jerking emotions were contained within this call of his. Indeed, no matter when, the bonds between family members were always so pure and tear-inducing!
Crying hard.
An elder brother is like a father!
So this is Paternal Affection?!
Though silent and unnoticed, it’s as heavy as a mountain. Not so fervent, but quietly giving behind your back.
This kind of feeling.
His entire chest was already churning so much it was almost bursting out!
Too touching!
“Big Brother Aiweeen!!”
Lynn stood up with tearful eyes, wiped his nose, and spread his warm arms wide like a twenty-thousand-pound child, rushing toward Sir Aiwen.
A huge “╬” instantly exploded on Sir Aiwen’s forehead.
“I… I really…”
Bang—
Before he could even finish.
A loud crash rang out.
A pocket watch shot over from that direction, hitting Lynn’s face with pinpoint accuracy. Lynn’s figure, which had just popped up, was sent flying back down again.
Sir Aiwen barely suppressed a full-body shudder, his eyes twitching as he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes, saying:
“Don’t give me that. I’m not the Matriarch. I don’t buy this melodramatic act. If you want to express your feelings, do it after this is over.”
Lynn instantly jumped up from atop Little One’s head, his expression returning to calm. He adjusted his Monocle, changing his face like a magic trick, and said:
“Big Brother Aiwen, do you have any way to deal with that Fallen Angel from the Matriarch?”
Now that he understood that Big Brother Aiwen was the one who had always stayed in Nightfall City to balance the evil consciousness within the Matriarch, there was no doubt that Sir Aiwen must have some method to suppress that Fallen Angel.
Sir Aiwen suddenly retreated, joining forces with the God of All Machines to suppress the attacks from the Flesh and Blood Dominator and the Desire Mother Tree, and said deeply:
“To deal with her, you only need to understand one thing. You can think of her as the Matriarch’s nightmare at this very moment. And only when the Matriarch’s consciousness falls into chaos can she seize the opportunity to surface on the sea of consciousness. To suppress her, you don’t actually need to defeat her, because she can’t be suppressed. The only thing you can do is awaken the Matriarch!”
Just like you don’t need to figure out how to defeat your nightmare.
You just need to wake up.
And then all the nightmares will completely dissipate along with your awakening.
Lynn nodded seriously, riding atop his fiancée, leaping up suddenly to dodge the countless Plumes shooting toward him, and looked up, saying:
“What do we need to do?”
Sir Aiwen’s voice rumbled in his mind.
“Actually, after I left Nightfall City to come here, I had already made some preparations in advance for this situation. Because I knew that as long as that consciousness sensed that I had left Nightfall City, she would definitely start to stir.”
“Lynn, do you still remember those elites I brought from the City of Night back at the stronghold?”
Hearing this, Lynn immediately remembered.
That’s right.
After returning to the Cursed City with Sir Aiwen, he had never seen those elite Night Doctors from the City of Night again. In fact, throughout this entire battle, there had been no trace of them.
“You mean…” Lynn hesitated.
Sir Aiwen said deeply: “Because I sent them to do another important task. I had them inscribe, at different positions all around the Cursed City, a set of Magic Circle mechanisms that I have researched over the years to counter the evil consciousness within the Matriarch.”
“The principle of that mechanism is simple.”
“Before the Matriarch fell, she was one of the Ancient Gods of the Sacred World. And as a deity, she was naturally able to receive the blessings of faith from her believers. In fact, for some Ancient Gods, the more faith power the believers contribute, the stronger their power becomes, and at the same time, their minds are less susceptible to abnormal corruption.”
Faith power?
Lynn’s heart stirred.
This should be another mysterious method of advancement, completely different from the psychic energy of flesh and machinery.
By relying only on the incense and faith of believers, one could substantially increase the strength of the main body?
This immediately reminded Lynn of religious figures like God and the Buddha from Earth. If those so-called deities also existed, then this should be the path they walked, right?
Sir Aiwen said solemnly: “Besides increasing the recipient’s power, the greatest use of faith power is to maintain their divinity. Just as a deity can influence the behavior and beliefs of most of the believers who worship them, the faith power gathered from countless believers can also, to some extent, influence the deity’s own thoughts and character, stabilizing their consciousness.”
“And back then, when the Matriarch first fell into this world, the original purpose of immediately founding the Night Doctor organization was also to ensure that she wouldn’t suffer the agonizing erosion of the curse like the other fallen Ancient Gods.”
Because faith.
Is the anchor of a deity.
Even a broken ship that has sunk into the deep sea should have an anchor of its own.
As long as the faith power is abundant enough, then even in this hell, you can keep yourself from completely going mad.
And almost as soon as he finished speaking, Sir Aiwen suddenly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his gaze was already as dazzling as a blazing sun.
“Lynn, I’m pulling you into my Psychic Energy network!”
