Chapter 1504: Chapter 206: The Momentary Hesitation of the Serpent Celestial Marshal

The once incomparably glorious Winged Ones have now fallen to this…

Aiwass looked at the Elo Chief kneeling before him, as if worshiping a god, and sighed again.

Thinking back to those days…

In the most glorious era of the Winged Ones, whether it was Elves as the Milked or Atlanteans as the Scale Bearers, they were merely attendants of the Winged Ones.

The Winged Celestial Marshal, who could ascend to godhood by slaying the Heaven Devouring Titan Nibiru, and the Supreme Heaven and Great Sage that he split into, the perfectly powerful Ninth Pillar God Amber, along with the Fallen Celestial Marshal who was deceived and had his wings and body taken away by the Serpent Celestial Marshal… and also the Serpent Celestial Marshal who ascended by gaining half of Lucifer’s strength and transformed from a Scaled One to a Winged Serpent.

All these great beings were all Winged Ones!

Yet, despite so many divine Winged Ones, the race of Winged Ones has fallen into such a savage and primitive state, degenerating into Avianfolk that can only survive by harming others.

It’s like being infused with the strength of the Supreme Heaven, becoming reckless and savage, inheriting the cannibalistic desire from the Heaven Devouring Titan;

It’s like being sealed off from Wisdom by the Great Sage, thus the Winged Ones, once the most powerful ancient spellcasters, now only have a few Wise Men who spontaneously mutate with the adaptability of the Path of Wisdom;

It’s like being tempted by the Fallen Celestial Marshal, becoming depraved and sinful; like being deceived by the Serpent Celestial Marshal, thus falling scattered across the land like the Tower of Heaven, unable to be united.

——And Amber still sleeps soundly.

So many gods, yet they have not become a ladder to heaven for their race, but instead seem like shackles after shackles, rendering the noble and radiant race into obscurity.

“… In this light, the Dwarves’ vain dreams fear to be meaningless indeed.”

Aiwass mocked in a low voice.

Aiwass’s heart was exceedingly complicated at this moment.

For the fall of the Winged Ones is closely related to the Serpent Celestial Marshal—indeed, the Serpent Celestial Marshal tampered during Lucifer’s ascension ritual, causing Lucifer to only ascend halfway. The “Lucifer” part of the Spiritual Body, representing the benevolent side, was torn away by the ritual, and the Serpent Celestial Marshal seized His position and smoothly ascended.

This directly led to the demise of the Winged Ones.

Later, Aiwass himself inherited the Authority of the King of the Winged from the remnant soul of Lucifer that had been stripped away.

Supposing one considers the Serpent Celestial Marshal as a part of Aiwass… no, Aiwass’s sense of morality prevents him from making a cut between himself and Ahuan on such matters. For he clearly knows that it is the future, past, another timeline of himself, claiming he is not the same person as himself would be too hypocritical and incompetent.

It would be akin to escaping.

Needless to say, Aiwass at this moment truly is the King of the Winged Ones—he was even directly inherited by the second and also the last generation of the King of the Winged Ones a thousand years ago. Although Aiwass only met Lucifer once, he indeed felt that he was a worthy friend, and the White Wings entrusted to Aiwass did help and save Aiwass several times.

It was as if entrusted with the friend’s orphan.

And now, the Elo Chief was still knocking his head loudly in front of him.

Even if Aiwass had previously not had any friendship with these Avianfolk at all…

——How could he now turn a blind eye?

“…The burden grows heavier again, huh.”

Aiwass muttered.

For some reason, when he decided to take on this responsibility himself… that heavy feeling pressing in his heart became far lighter.

Staring at the kneeling Elo Chief, Aiwass’s pupils suddenly contracted sharply.

A phrase once said by the Fallen Celestial Marshal came to his mind out of nowhere.

Or rather… it was what the serpent had said to Lucifer.

The memory was so clear, appearing directly in his heart, even accompanied by sound and context. It was as if it was not recalling a phrase, but akin to remembering speaking to Lucifer as Ai Shiping—

Not the blurry face bathed in the Light; nor was it the Fallen Celestial Marshal who, through the Shepherd’s self-sacrifice, regained the body, thus looking identical to Aiwass and the Serpent Celestial Marshal.

But a brand-new and unfamiliar face that he’d never seen in his previous memories.

——It was about four parts similar to the Supreme Heaven.

Compared to Ai Shiping, with a monocle, long hair, and a sly look, not looking like a good person at all… Lucifer’s body was as tall as a Giant, yet manifested a countenance as youthful as a boy.

Platinum long hair braided in three strands; one bundle draped over the shoulder, two in front of the shoulders; that visage closer to cute than handsome, appearing as a youth, yet more like a young girl; sapphire blue eyes like gemstones, radiating a memorable vitality and hope.

He was carefully cupping himself with both hands, like a child playfully assembling a cherished model, fearing accidentally shattering it. And he leaned fearlessly against his warm fingers, as if leaning against a wall, his legs freely swinging back and forth.

“But… the serpent,” the dazzlingly beautiful Winged One gazed at Aiwass, his words resonating within Aiwass, “You sacrificed so much, yet no one knew about this deed. Does a salvation unknown to anyone still have meaning?”

“Hush…”

“Self” chuckled lightly, placing a finger before his lips, squinting with a mysterious smile.