After Aziz called out his name, no response came from the carriage.

The terrible tranquility enveloped like a cold night, making people immersed in ice water.

Aziz's heart suddenly shook.

A sense of unsuccessful fear and anxiety hit my heart - it was like eating a buzzing echo, or gently shaved my heart and liver with an ice skate.

The gold medal on his head buzzed, advising him to leave here soon; the rose rosary on his neck became a little hot and sticky, like a touching touch with the skin of a sweaty person; the belt around his waist opened its buckle, and the feathers on his feet trembled slightly - as long as he wanted to let the heels collide with each other, he could teleport out of here directly.

However, Aziz was cruel and ignored all these unlucky signs.

——No one in this world can transcend his own destiny.

The more dangerous the place is, the more opportunities it is.

Aziz's life up to this point has repeatedly verified this truth.

He never desires to end here, but wants to go further.

That's the case...

“…Aziz.”

An old, complicated voice came.

Aziz looked up.

The door of the carriage opened, and an old white-robed ritualist stood at the door, looking down at him. But from the gap in the carriage, you could see that there was a palace inside the carriage.

This is a miracle—

It is a miracle of the Savior!

Compared with the turbulent emotions in my heart, Aziz did not observe the face and dress of the Jingpai ritual master.

This kind of "white robe" with mercy and soft hands can't do anything. Aziz disdains to observe the other person at all, and can feel that complex and gloomy hatred.

It was probably because he had killed one of his teachers or sacrificed one of his senior brothers. He thought to himself.

Aziz even laughed at the other party's cowardice in his heart - he hated himself more than he did, not a few dozen or a dozen. But he hated himself so much, and he was unwilling to take off the white robe that symbolized the ritual master of the Jing Sect in exchange for more power... Then he would be here for his life.

As a transcendent, he has no determination to give up everything.

So how can we embark on the path of transcendence?

Relying so-called "the method of defeating the strong with the weak" is not equivalent to admitting that you have always been a weak person?

That is, I am lucky and surrender to the savior one step earlier than I-

If he were him, he would have stabbed him with the power of the savior!

It's just a pity...

Aziz already has the ability to rebound curse and ritual spells. If the opponent overestimates himself, he can rebound the opponent's curse and kill him without moving anything. Then, he can pretend to be innocent and get into the opponent's team-

“Aziz.”

Seeing Aziz's gaze passing by him, but there was no reaction, Old Ibn suddenly opened his eyes wide, his hunched back straightened, his voice no longer complicated and hesitated: "Do you still remember who I am?"

Aziz looked over with some confusion and looked at the old Ibn carefully.

It looks familiar, I must have seen it from somewhere.

But I can't remember it for a moment.

Aziz said with a sarcastic smile: "It's probably one of my enemies. It's normal... The lone walker has always been an enemy of the world, and many people regard me as an enemy. This is not the first time I have endured this unforeseen hostility."

“…Aziz.”

Old Ibn called his name for the third time.

His voice fell completely, and it penetrated deep into his throat, like a wild wolf's roar: "I am Ibn."

“…Which Ibn?”

Aziz was a little confused.

Ibn means someone's son - so the meaning of Aziz's sentence also means "Whose son are you?", or even half a swear word.

“Abu Abbas Ibn Helchin bin Abdul.”

Ibn slowly said his full name: "Your uncle. Your uncle who has been driven away for decades."

This was also the first time Aivas heard Ibn speak his name.

Sure enough...

Generally speaking, Ibn is the son of someone, and is usually used to indicate the father's name. But there is an exception here - that is, "Ibn Helechin" means "Son of Helechin".

At the end of the Second Water War, the Good Lords wanted to liquidate the slaves who tried to rebel against them and set off a massacre. It was Helchin who stopped them at the beginning. He killed many people with his extraordinary violence, even many Good Lords... But it was from then on that time that the Rest completely solidified and no longer had any changes radically.

"Son of Helechin" means "a brave man who can resist fate". If you are quacking the words, you can also get from the hidden "slaves of sympathy", "the achievements of killing the good master". For this reason, when Helechin appears in his name, he usually chooses to skip the word "Helechin" to avoid causing trouble for himself.

After about three or four seconds, Aziz suddenly looked stunned.

He finally thought of this person - mainly because he had killed too many people in his life and could not remember who he had offended.

He couldn't even remember why his uncle hated him. After all, that was something decades ago, and he didn't care much about that matter.

"I was ignorant back then, uncle."

Aziz apologized sincerely: "I have completely repented. I will accept you, and I will accept you with those who follow me. I was not me in the past today - I kowtow to you. If you are still unhappy, you can torture me at worst. I am willing to accompany you like this. If you are not relieved for a year, you will torture me for a year; if you are not relieved for a lifetime, you will torture me for a lifetime."

His words seemed sincere, but he poked the other side and put a trap.

The Savior in "Rest" is a merciful man who liberates people and makes people no longer hungry. If the other party shows too much darkness and cruelty, it will in turn appear sincere - don't the Avalons talk about the spirit of "confession"? Their obedience will also become part of the other party's achievements and great achievements, enough to satisfy the other party's vanity.

He even hinted that I am willing to obey your torture, so you don’t need to kill me; and there are many people following me, and I am willing to be your power... thus greatly reducing the other party’s murderous intent.

And this seemed to be very successful - Ibn turned around and seemed to ask for instructions from the big man behind the scenes.

The other party spoke and asked slowly: "Have you been to Avalon? What do you think of Avalon?"

“That’s right!”

Aziz replied without hesitation: "It is a slow and decayed land, like a peach pit thrown to the side of the road before it has been eaten. Even if it is a little sweet, it will eventually dry up in the endless wind and sand."

"How many people have you killed in Avalon?"

The other party asked again.

"Oh, that's a lot. There are also many big names, and there are even members of the royal family."

Aziz said proudly: "The Avalons are not good at rituals and curses, just like horses that can't resist horses. They can resist many spells, but they can't stop curses, just like leeches cannot stop salt - it means that the Avalons should be our slaves!"

"Do you remember every person you killed?"

The voice asked again.

"…I am bluntly speaking, the great savior. This is a little bit difficult."

Aziz did not lie, but just looked at his left and right, and his words were unblocked jealousy and hatred: "The people there were lazy, depraved and stupid, but occupied fertile land and clear springs. Looking around, I think everyone deserves to die and will not remember their names and faces at all - I would rather call it a divine mission than work..."

The next moment, the dragon beast suddenly went crazy—

It roared suddenly, and its claws as sharp as a sickle hit Aziz.

A glow suddenly lit up on Aziz's belt, and a jingle sound blocked the attack of the King of Indigo; then, the gold coins on his head became dim.

A strong curse hit his heart, and the defensive aura bursting from the props on his body was extinguished one by one. Aziz stood up in panic and looked at him, ready to teleport away from the place quickly.

But at this moment, a dagger was suddenly penetrated by behind him.

...Why, other defenses are not triggered?!

Obviously, anyone can attack them-

Aziz turned around in shock, but found that there was another "Aziz" behind him!

No wonder his equipment didn't respond... It turned out that it was "himself" who attacked him!

It was covered in darkness and was steaming with shadows, but it could vaguely see its face as unique as it was. Its eyes were scarlet and its mouth was grinning and showed a malicious smile.

And behind it, an extremely strange and terrifying shadow was cast—

Its shadow condensed into a pitch-black crow.

The monster-skinned crow on the ground had scarlet pupils that were exactly the same as that man, staring at him coldly on the ground.

He felt the pain in his lower back and was about to touch his shoes to escape from here... But the "Aziz" seemed to know him well and opened his hand to put a leg-binding spell on him - the equipment that could rebound the evil spell was inexplicably ineffective at this moment. His legs were tied together by a huge force, and he could not move at all.

It was in his ear, murmured with the secret that only Aziz knew—

"You kill Aziz and replace him... Then, I will kill Aziz and replace him."

As he said, Shadow of Fallen Aziz showed an ugly smile and pressed his face on his face: "This is also a ceremony... very fair, isn't it?"

He played with the dagger in his hand.

Aziz suddenly realized that it was the dagger he used to kill the real "Aziz".

"You guy..."

Aziz knew for the first time that he was in the dizziness of blood loss and paralysis... It turned out that he would show such a disgusting smile when he smiled. He was completely unable to cast spells. The dagger that had long been abandoned by him seemed to tie himself up into a powerless and helpless child.
To be continued...