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Aiwass's death experience this time was completely different from the last one during the Path of Devotion's advancement.

Even though he was killed by the Shadow Demon himself, his consciousness did not peel away from his body. Nor did his perspective rise or plunge into darkness.

His consciousness still lingered within the husk.

Despite the body being dead, Aiwass could still feel the multitude of agonies as if being stewed.

It was as if he hadn't been killed by the Shadow Demon and thrown into the Magic Cauldron, but rather was being boiled alive.

This nearly three-meter-tall cauldron, with a diameter of over six meters, looked like a short crucible, and it was also like a gigantic bowl.

Its outer shell was dark gold, covered with the ferocious and pained expressions of various races. It was as if their faces were cast in gold, making reverse moulds onto the cauldron, or as if souls were struggling to escape from within, their tortured visages bulging on the cauldron's surface.

All of these heads had pupils made of dark red garnets, like dried and solidified beads of blood.

Barton could see clearly from below... after Mr. Alistair entered the Magic Cauldron, those dark red gems suddenly blazed with brilliance.

Aiwass's body curled up into a fetal position, as if sleeping like an infant.

Invisible heat flowed into Aiwass's body through all his bodily orifices.

First came the skin, as if soaked in a very hot ginger juice or chili sauce, gradually warming up, becoming scalding. It transitioned from a very brief comfort phase to an increasingly intense, irrepressible pain.

The flesh seemed to melt away, as if charred to a crisp. The temperature of the bones was the highest, and one could clearly feel the outline of bones etching traces within the body.

When the heat reached the chest, abdomen, and brain, Aiwass suddenly felt the entire world quiet down.

It was as if the whole world had been scorched to ash, with the flames of fury igniting from his chest.

—And then, the heart that had stopped began to beat abnormally; all over the body, muscles began to wriggle and swell.

More intense, more violent.

Footsteps came from the doorway, and roars erupted from the Magic Cauldron.

They were like roars of pain, yet also like the battle cries of warriors charging to their deaths.

A giant dark-red figure began to rise from the Magic Cauldron—he appeared to be about three to four meters tall, his clothing completely torn apart. As he stood from the cauldron, only up to his chest was exposed.

A massive hole pierced through the heart, front to back— it was the wound left behind after being killed by the Shadow Demon.

The wound had not healed; instead, steam continuously pumped from it. The steaming white vapor, along with the dark red heart that resembled glowing embers, made this giant-like "Alistair" seem not like a man but some sort of magical beast.

Or rather, this was a magical beast—

The red glow from the "Strength" poured endlessly into him. The tall warrior who had returned from the dead, still exuding a rich vegetable broth scent, remained silent.

Having returned from the realm of the dead, he had lost the ability to speak.

"What's going on?"

A low and muffled female voice sounded. It belonged to a Valkyrie, who looked no different from a human but was of a gigantic stature.

She had fiery red hair, a noble and resolute appearance, and stood only about ten meters tall, reaching just the chest of the red-haired bear-man. The giantess had just woken up and was not wearing any clothes; her abdomen and thighs visibly muscled like vines, with no excess fat on her body.

But in contrast to her human-like appearance and physique, the skin on her body was unnaturally dry and rough. The dreadfully white skin resembled waxed tree bark or a plaster statue, reflecting bright white light under the lamp.

Because of Aiwass in the Magic Cauldron, she did not notice Barton hiding in the corner. The giantess's entire attention was focused on Aiwass.

"A slave has escaped!"

She quickly understood what had happened.

The giantess roared and her first reaction was to run to the bedside to grab her weapon.

For humans, it would be considered a huge axe— nearly two meters long, made of fine steel, which didn't match the construction of the bronze building. But for the giantess, this was merely a light hand axe.

However, at that moment, black liquid suddenly shot out from Aiwass's hand, sticking first to one of the hand axes and dragging it back into Aiwass's possession.

He tried to hack at the Magic Cauldron beneath him with the hand axe but couldn't deal any damage. The blade of the axe even seemed to chip slightly.

Aiwass roared, and the Shadow Demon folded back, reaching for the Holy Lance.

In the context of human-scale combat, the spiral lance that the Shadow Demon transformed into was already massive. But in the scale of giant combat, the Shadow Demon was as minuscule as a thread.

—But even as a thread, it could still be of adequate assistance.

Even if the axe couldn't harm the giants, at least it could deprive the opponent of a weapon.

Now that the Holy Lance was in Aiwass's hand, a piece of information emerged before his eyes.

It was the name and properties of the Holy Lance.

[Spear of the Vanguard·Lengominiad]

[Sacred Weapon (Candle Master): This weapon is forged by the Candle Master, and can only be wielded by those who acknowledge the Candle Master's ideology.]

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[Lance, Heavy, Sturdy, Sharp, Penetrating, Adaptation]

[Divine Trait: Its attacks ignore "Divinity," "Filth Evil," and "Force Field" type resistance bonuses.]

[Extraordinary Module - Challenger's Courage: When facing enemies stronger than oneself, the holder will not waver.]

[Holy Module - Life Dedication: Sacrifice 99% of your maximum life immediately to invoke its mythical form "Mythos·Lengominiad."]

[Holy Module - I am the Vanguard: Without allies, all attacks launched with Lengominiad automatically gain maximum advantage; you cannot be flanked by enemies; the more enemies within your attack range, the higher your damage.]

[Holy Module - No Retreat: You cannot retreat; every time an enemy tries to leave your attack range, it will automatically trigger a divine counterattack. The extra damage of the counterattack is determined by the proportion of your current health, with lower health proportion resulting in higher damage; if the divine counterattack is sufficient to kill the opponent, surplus damage will heal you for an equal amount.]

[Lengominiad·Mythos: Harness the great power of Candle Master to bless Eternal Vanguard. Whenever the holder faces an attack that may cause death, automatically enter a three-second "Eternal Vanguard" state.]

[During the "Eternal Vanguard" state, all damage received is absorbed and converted into an equal amount of healing; "Eternal Vanguard" cools down after three seconds.]

[—"I am the Eternal Vanguard of the stag, unyielding, unwavering, undefeated, undying."]

When the Holy Lance came into the hands of Aiwass, now a Giant, it suddenly shrank a size. It became the suitable length for Aiwass to wield.

There was no doubt that this was a true Divine Artifact.

A Divine Artifact experience card!

This was the Sacred Weapon personally tailored by Candle Master for His beloved "Eternal Vanguard"—the Giant Angel Envoy who once lived in this very temple of Candle Master, with a simple life, never venturing outside his home, and more than twenty meters tall.

Aiwass also understood why only this lance could injure the "Giant Couple" and damage the Magic Cauldron...

As the Angel Envoy of Supreme Heaven and the Divine Artifact He bestowed, only a weapon capable of disregarding "Divinity" resistance could shatter it!

Even as a Transcendent of only the first energy level, with a body strengthened by the Magic Cauldron and armed with the Holy Lance personally blessed by Candle Master, one could confront a Giant Envoy head-on!

Although many of the weapon's entries were ineffective... if its mythic form was used properly, it essentially amounted to locking one's health!

With that thought, Aiwass turned his spear around and brought it down heavily.

The Holy Lance, shining with golden light, easily shattered the Magic Cauldron!

Just like striking a pot with a hammer, the Magic Cauldron offered no resistance; with a light tap, it directly collapsed and broke apart.

The stream of food continuously produced from the Magic Cauldron spilled onto the ground along with the shattered pieces and the soup's splatter. They sizzled, vanishing like ash.

After the Magic Cauldron was shattered, the red garnets, even though they weren't attacked, also broke apart synchronously.

Countless white souls were released from the gems, mingling with the steamy white vapors, causing the room's temperature to drop suddenly.

—"Castening's Holy Lance!"

The female Giant exclaimed, "How did you manage to pick it up!"

The female Giant clearly recognized the lance, and visibly fell into doubt.

However, Aiwass had already launched an attack on her.

Although the female Giant was wary of the lance, she was not timid. With a roar, she attacked Aiwass.

A single roar was all it took for Barton, huddled in the corner, to bleed from all orifices.

His brain buzzed, and the severe imbalance and nausea made it impossible for him to stand.

The walls of the temple, solidified by the power of the gods, also couldn't resist the female Giant's strength.

She lowers her head and launches a series of attacks on Aiwass, her ten-meter-tall body moving as nimbly as a cat. A howling gale rises in her wake, and her hand axe savagely aims for Aiwass's head!

An explosion sounds in the air, and the roaring wind from the point of contact bellows in all directions. The entire room is utterly destroyed by the typhoon.

But at that moment, Aiwass's Holy Lance suddenly burst forth with divine brilliance—

Black, hollow thorns spread from the grip, rooting into Aiwass's arm like the roots of an old tree. Deep red blood in an instant turns the black thorns red.

And the Holy Lance, as if fueled, bursts into pure white flames and distorts the air.

The surging heat rises, igniting all the fabric and paper in the room.

Struck by the heavy axe, Aiwass does not retreat or suffer heavy injuries.

Instead, flames of pure white blaze from his pupils, and in a flash, he regains his health.

Aiwass roars and thrusts the Holy Lance, burning with sacred fire, fiercely at the female Giant!

And at that moment, a silvery-white scale emerges on Aiwass's left hand.

[Authority-Silver Scale: When you attack any oath-breaker, gain a +1 advantage (Divinity).]

It is the mark of the Silver-Crowned Dragon, proof that He is watching over Aiwass.

It also signifies that the Giant in front of him had broken an oath, becoming an abomination to the Silver-Crowned Dragon—

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