Aivas closed his eyes and gently touched the black pattern on the back of his right hand with his soul's tentacles, savoring the power from the contract.

As a priest with advanced magic, Aivas is already very familiar with the "power and will of others enter his body."

If Si Zhu's power is a kind of spice, haze and warm flame, and the power of the Lord of the Scale Feather is a kind of sticky and sweet, syrup-like darkness... Then Yuan Tiansi's power will remind people of the huge octopus.

Cold, moist, and smooth, accompanied by a faint fishy smell, there are tiny suction cups where they come into contact with the soul.

If you contact it for too long, you will feel a sense of tightness that is entangled by tentacles. And the longer you contact it, the stronger the feeling of tightness and humidity.

And when Avas retracted his spiritual consciousness, the illusion quickly dissipated. It was like waking up from a dream, and everything in the dream was dissipating rapidly.

This proves that Yuan Tiansi did not pay attention to Avas, nor did he notice his contract to replace others.

Just as Avas closed his eyes here to experience it, Sherlock and Lijiya also came over. Following them well and silently, were the demons transformed by the three ritual masters.

Sherlock and the others saw the other people who were still in petrification, keeping laughter, and the fat man with a distorted expression and a swallowed fat master.

His face showed a terrifying look, his whole body twisted and struggled, and his hands tightly clenched. His neck was leaning back with a purple face and his expression was extremely distorted. His pupils became bulging and turbid like dead fish eyes, with spots of bleeding marks. His big open mouth was like a fish drowned in the wind, with some pink foam overflowing.

"It's so light, this bastard."

Lijiya said fiercely: "I still want to torture him."

Upon hearing this, Aivas raised his eyebrows: "He just died. Why don't I resurrect him and you kill him again?"

“There’s no need…”

"Strange," Sherlock examined the body and frowned slightly, "Why is he..."

"What's wrong?"

Avas turned around.

Sherlock said bluntly: "He drowned--he maintained this posture, silently drowned in the desert, among stones. Did you move your hand?"

"Of course not. But he just terminated the contract with Yuantiansi, which may be related to this."

As Evas said, showing Sherlock the black pattern on the back of his right hand, and laughed softly, "Although I don't have the level of the Dusk Road... I am now a good master."

"How do you feel?"

Lijiya asked curiously: "Can you spray water?"

"No - signing a contract with Aintenji is like being crawled by an octopus," Avas said bluntly, "a bit disgusting."

“That would be a good experience for people in the desert.”

Sherlock commented: "At least it won't be too dry."

For those who have been in the desert since they were born, they probably wouldn't know what an octopus is or what the sea is. The feeling of "shrouded by cold tides" that appeared out of thin air may be a gift from the gods to them.

"but……"

Sherlock frowned: "Why do you want to...touch this power?"

Lijiya also listened quietly.

Obviously, both Sherlock and Lijiya...are from Avalon, both of them are resistant and discomfortable to the power of the Good Lord.

And Evas simply told the two of them what he learned from Afxin.

Sherlock immediately understood why the man showed such a death situation.

"...So that's it. No wonder the good Lord is obviously hereditary, but there will be no two generations of good Lords in one city at the same time."

Sherlock understood: "No wonder the good Lord played all the rituals well, but the level of the road in the dusk was not very high... It turned out that this profession needs to be inherited one-on-one."

"But I think..."

Lijiya was not very satisfied with Avas' choice.

As a former great arbiter, she gave another idea that is more in line with "order" and "rules": "Will it be better to hand over this profession to the civilians in this city? You have already obtained this mark, so it is not easy to withdraw it. But if you leave, how should people here get water?"

“—No, I don’t think so!”

Sherlock immediately said in a very fast speed: "By my observation and analysis of the resting people, if they really master the power of the good Lord - I mean that no matter whether the person who obtains this power is a civilian or a slave, they will eventually become a brand new good Lord, and nothing will change in the end. Because they do not want to erase the good Lord and cancel slavery, they have never seen freedom, they just want to become slave owners themselves. Then if we give this power to him, Ms. Lijiya--"

“…We will become accomplices.”

Lijiya reacted.

"We can indeed become good masters for the time being and manage this city."

She looked at Avas: "But, if we leave... what are you going to do, Avas?"

"It's very simple," Aivas looked up at the dim sky and said softly, "Just pull Yuantiansi down."

As long as you gain the authority of Yuantiansi, you can truly change all this.

And that's what he was going to do.

"…The Ring of the Ultimate? Do you want to start the ceremony in person?"

"I don't need to start. 'water' is the only hard currency in the desert. Slaves are essentially the secondary currency used to change water. And every good master can obtain water with limited water, which is also the fundamental reason why their influence cannot expand infinitely."

Aivas said slowly: "There will definitely be someone to launch the Ring of the Way, and it must be Yuantiansi. The water source war has begun... The Good Lord wants to get more water, and the rebels also want enough water. As long as the knowledge of the Ring of the Way, there will definitely be someone to hold a ceremony - this is also the reason why we are here, isn't it?

"Although the arrival of Yuantiansi will cause the desert to become a vast ocean, resulting in millions and tens of millions of people to die. On the other hand, if the guidance and protection are good, you can actually use this water to change everyone's lives."

"Give them infinite water..."

Sherlock thought: "This idea is pretty good. It sounds like some kind of economic war that devalues ​​the country's money, thus turning rich people into paupers - it only takes a hundred times or a thousand times of depreciation, which means that wealth will evaporate at a rate of a hundred times or a thousand times of a speed.

"If everyone becomes paupers, then there is no difference between having money and not having money. But in resting, it is 'everyone gets water', that is, everyone becomes a rich man..."

interesting.

Sherlock's eyes lit up.

He looked at Evas and said firmly: "I'll help you-what do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!