boyutpedia Chapter 500: Sin Purification Plan
Chapter 500: Sin Purification Plan
Aaron Cyphers, Grand Master of the Knights Templar and the Son's swordsmanship teacher.
The mask, which shone with a cold silver sheen, covered the upper half of his face, extending from his forehead to above the bridge of his nose, with dark patterns of thorns and roses carved on the edge.
His left eye was completely exposed—it was a pupil of a different color, amber gold mixed with an ominous dark red, like glass burned by flames.
Chu Ziyu spent half a month completing the task assigned by the Holy See, but for some reason, Chu Yuntian did not cause any trouble.
(Temple Training Ground)
The tip of Chu Ziyu's sword was pressed against Aaron's throat, and both of their armors were covered with dents from the fight.
"The first move you taught him was the Crescent Seven Slashes?" Chu Ziyu narrowed his eyes, "No wonder back then..."
Aaron suddenly turned around and counterattacked, pressing the hilt of the sword heavily against the mark on his heart: "Focus."
The elder man's voice was low and hoarse, like metal polished by sandpaper, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression.
"Your Highness has been frequently visiting the East Wing Library recently, especially the restricted books section."
This sentence was like an ice spike, instantly piercing Chu Ziyu's nerves. His pupils suddenly contracted, and his knuckles unconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword - the forbidden book area of the East Wing, where the original files of the "Purification Plan" were stored.
(Church dungeon, fifteen years ago)
Six-year-old Chu Ziyu curled up in the corner of the laboratory table, with a silver-white chain piercing his thin wrist bones. Blood dripped along the lines on the table, forming a stream in the inverted pentagram array.
"The 89th resistance test." The white-robed researcher recorded the data. "Light affinity 72%, dark resistance %. It is recommended to increase the voltage."
The moment the electrode was pressed against his temple, the cell door suddenly exploded. A black shadow rolled in like a whirlwind, and the sword light that cut through the chains left seven crescent-shaped marks on the wall.
Aaron Cyphers, the first experimental subject of the "Purification Project" AS-001, the stigmata of the sun on his left face looked as ferocious as a living thing in the firelight. He knelt on one knee to catch the falling boy, and black blood oozed from the edge of his mask.
Little Chu Ziyu stared at the mark on his face that originated from his heart, and suddenly bit his wrist. Aaron groaned, but hugged the child tighter: "Good bite... Remember this pain."
(Reality Returns: Training Ground)
Chu Ziyu's sword suddenly trembled. Those deliberately forgotten images exploded in his mind: Aaron carrying him through the burning corridor, coughing up black blood every three steps; when they hid in the drainpipe, the man who always wore a mask injected him with the last half of the inhibitor...
"You are the first generation experimental subject." Chu Ziyu sheathed his sword, and the sound of metal collision was accompanied by a subtle tremor. "When you saved me, did you think that the third generation would be more suitable as a weapon than the first generation?"
Aaron's mask made a slight clicking sound, and the thorn pattern slowly tightened: "The Purification Project requires a living sample to pass on data." He suddenly opened his collar, revealing the rotten skin under his collarbone, "But no one told you... The first and third generation marks are symbiotic?"
Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank - on the festering skin, blue-black lines that were exactly the same as the brand on his heart were emerging.
"I must die so you can live."
Aaron pressed the bloody gauze back onto the wound. "So now, keep an eye on the East Wing Library." His mask reflected a cold light as he turned around. "My name is in the file that the Holy Son was looking through."
Chu Ziyu's fingertips sank into his palm.
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Lin Ci'an woke up from his dream again.
Cold sweat soaked his back, and the afterimage of the dream still lingered before his eyes.
Young Chu Ziyu was imprisoned in a dim laboratory, his limbs locked in shackles, and a man with a brand on the left side of his face picked him up and said in a hurried and suppressed voice: "Listen, your mother is still alive..."
At the end of the dream, half of the man’s face was revealed when he turned around - the shape of the brand was inexplicably familiar.
Lin Ci'an rubbed his temple and whispered to himself, "The body shape... does match."
He frowned and looked back at the pile of files on the desk.
He casually pulled out a book, and on the yellowed parchment was written:
"List of subjects of the Crime Purification Project"
But the two key lines of the name were blacked out in thick ink, and only the first letters could be barely discerned:
A.S.
L.C
Under the ink, you can vaguely see traces of fingernails scratching the paper, as if the writer had struggled extremely, and there are also traces of burning on the edges.