Chapter 271 pushes the [error] to the peak (5200 words)

Cersei Milton's life, in the eyes of outsiders, is a perfect and glorious life.

The third princess, who had experienced the assassination of her brother, collusion of political parties and betrayal by her maid since childhood, was not disappointed with this wrong world. On the contrary, she was delighted by it.

The more wrong a world is, the more it is worth correcting. When all the mistakes are slaughtered, Cersei will sincerely feel happy for this kind of righteous killing and indulge in it. Since childhood, Cersei has realized that if she wants to realize her ideals, she must learn to hide her nature.

To learn to hide her never-ending desire to kill that had been growing since childhood.

You can kill people, but not in public; you can slaughter animals, but you have to plant rare plants.

She must learn patience, no matter how disgusting the mistakes of others, and must always be in the light.

Be a perfect princess that everyone can trust and everyone can like, or be a puppet, facing the gazes of all courtiers, walking gracefully on the sun-covered road, until she ascends the throne, and then plant a bunch of 'Golden Iris' on everyone's tombstone. The blessing flowers that grow from bones and blood must be beautiful.

In these 19 years of her life, she spent a long, long time learning patience.

Then,

In twenty minutes, the defense was completely broken by a mosquito.

She still underestimated Anzu's birth. This was the first time that Cersei was outmaneuvered.

"Buzz-buzz."

The Sima's hybrid mosquito kept circling around Cersei, sometimes going from the left ear to the right ear, and sometimes returning from the right ear. The buzzing sound jumped from one channel to another, surrounding her in all directions without any blind spots or weaknesses.

“Buzz buzz buzz.”

Cersei had never seen a creature like this before. It was the biggest mistake in the world from the moment it was born. But she now had to concentrate all her energy on praising the dawn and praying calmly. She had no time to exterminate this creature that had gone wrong from the very beginning.

She had never been so angry before. The depths of her pure white eyes were filled with murderous intent that was almost overflowing. From Cersei's fingertips to her shoulders, there were slightly red dots, like red beans, reflected in the almost transparent white skin, as dazzling as red plums in the snow.

Because of the difference in life levels, the disaster in the flower fairy's body cannot invade the princess at all. It cannot even suck blood. Once it tries to suck Cersei's blood, the holy blood will directly burn the flower fairy.

Despite this, its bite is still very itchy and cannot be scratched.

This is the greatest torture in the world.

It doesn't suck blood, doesn't harm people, and doesn't try to survive. It's just being a servile person - as a living creature, this is the biggest mistake.

In the dim church, whispers of disaster echoed at the end of silence, and tyranny began to grow wildly. She lowered her delicate head and prayed softly to praise the dawn, while her hands, crossed in front of her chest, exerted light force, and her nails dug deeply into her skin. Blood seeped out and splashed onto the church, blooming one blood-red flower after another in the holy light.

You have to be patient, you have to learn to praise, you have to pray and wait.

We must be patient because the people are still watching.

It must be done. After an unknown amount of time, she gently raised her eyes.

Although all the mosaic glass in the church was covered with black cloth, Cersei could still see the blood-red light seeping into the church. A screen full of "errors" began to flash in front of her eyes. The world of Naraku was out of control, and at the same time, the surveillance also disappeared.

I see.

"The Art of Living Things. The Blue Witch." She murmured softly.

Since the world is broken, there is no need for her to wait any longer. There is no need for her to wear the skin of the Dawn Saint. In this case, there is no need for her to play the role of the Dawn Saint that everyone loves.

Because of the people, she chose to cooperate with Ansu and stay in the church to pray, but this restriction has been lifted.

The effect of the Dawn Ritual is to dispel and eliminate all the [Undead] with infinite light, and its effect applies to the undead and corpses.

However, the stitched lives created by the Blue Witch using the 'Art of Living Things' are all living creatures and do not fall into the category of undead.

"Ha." She laughed out loud.

From the very beginning, she and Ansu were tricked by Merlin. From the very beginning, there was no hope of salvation in this world.

The Dawn Ritual is a lie, and there is no point in waiting any longer.

Cersei thought of the last paragraph of the world introduction, [This is the darkest age, this is the brightest age, the dawn may never come, the dawn comes. Maybe there is only one last night.]

The stars clearly hinted that maybe there was only one last night left. Maybe it would never come. This world was a paradox and a mistake from the very beginning when Merlin designed it.

"Ha." She was not angry, on the contrary, she was delighted by it! The more mistakes there were, the happier she was. She did not hate mistakes, because without human mistakes, there would be no justice in judgment. Cersei would be happy about mistakes because she could tyrannize them in the name of justice.

The emotions that had been suppressed for so long could no longer be blocked or stopped.

"Buzz." The buzzing sound around was becoming more and more annoying, like the voices of the people, the voice of his father, the voice of his brother, the voice of the secret followers, the voices of the officials. Buzzing, surrounding his ears, buzzing.

In that case, just kill all the annoying noises.

kill.

Killing them all will also be the dawn.

Under the holy light, Cersei's lips curled up in a calm arc. She shifted her gaze and looked at the flower fairies surrounding her. In her pure white pupils, the next moment, the Apostle of Doom was crushed into a bloody mist. The violent and crazy magic power rolled out from the center of the church, and all the barriers and seals were shattered in the second!

But at the same time, because she interrupted her prayers, the backlash of the Great Ceremony of Dawn came instantly, and Cersei could no longer retreat at the first moment.

The vast dawn light gathered at the statue suddenly collapsed, countless lights annihilated and collided with each other, and finally formed a sea of ​​holy light all over the sky. Ansu and Luo Xiaohei only heard a loud noise behind them that seemed to shatter the world. They looked back, but saw that the Dawn Church had disappeared, replaced by a sea of ​​light.

The dawn that was originally capable of devouring all undead souls devoured the Saint of Dawn.

【warn】

【Mission 2 Interrupted】

It’s getting more and more confusing!

The world is becoming more and more chaotic!

The crimson light in the eyes of the Saint of Chaos became more and more red. She was delighted to have reached the peak of chaos. She stared at the sea of ​​light behind her in daze, watching the broken lights constantly colliding and frantically destroying everything within sight.

The woman with the courtesy name really couldn't help it. Seeing that the world was out of control, she simply gave up the prayer ceremony.

Luo Xiaohei laughed so hard that he fell backwards, holding his belly and laughing.

She knew that once there was no surveillance around, this crazy woman would expose her tyrannical nature, even if it would bring disaster to herself, even if Cersei herself would be swallowed up in this tyrannical justice, Cersei would be willing to do it - in this sense, the Saint of Chaos is very similar to the Princess of the Imperial City.

Hoping to blow this crazy woman to death, Luo Xiaohei wagged his tail to express his blessing.

[Warning] [Tower fell] [Chapel fell] [Chapel fell] The artificial planet, which was on the verge of collapse, kept refreshing warnings in front of it, and one stronghold after another fell.

The 'Life Slugs' stitched together by the Life Cultists attacked the barrier of the Dawn Church from all directions and invaded it.

Spikes and tentacles grew out of their twisted, flesh-like deformed bodies, and any living creature they touched would be forcibly integrated into their bodies. Rushing all the way from the Castle of the Dead to the front of the church, the slugs devoured countless flying insects and animals along the way, and their bodies became increasingly huge and weird.

The rank of each one has reached level four or above.

The originally indestructible dawn barrier was now as fragile as a piece of thin paper in front of their bodies, and the defense line collapsed in an instant.

According to mythology, their tribe once devoured an entire country.

Even in the history of esoteric religion, this kind of life is regarded as an impossible life taboo. The tribe was expelled by the Holy Light and could never return to the world. Only the lost 'art of living things' of life magic can recreate them.

The sacred magic 'The Art of Creation' can create all the mythical creatures that exist in the esoteric timeline.

In the Third Age, only the Blue Witch could master this supreme technique.

Luo Xiaohei looked at the bugs that broke through the defense line with a sad face and meowed in distress. She didn't like these bugs.

She looked at her paws and sighed softly. If she had known, she would have brought her real body with her. Cersei killed the Dawn Saint whom she worshipped, so Aylf should kill the Blue Witch whom she admired. This would be fair.

She had always wanted to have a battle with this legendary witch to see whether the 'Living Art' of the Saint of Life was more powerful, or the 'Chaos Judgment' of the Saint of Chaos, which deducted a percentage of one's health, was more powerful.

If it is weak, it will be fixed damage, and if it is strong, it will be percentage damage. Even if it is a bug made by the Azure Witch, the Chaos Saint can take away half of it.

Unfortunately, she is just a Luo Xiaohei now.

These mythical creatures were not something she could deal with in her non-original form. It seemed that the world was almost over. When Luo Xiaohei thought this in his heart, the life slugs suddenly took a step back, their whole bodies trembling, as if they felt fear instinctively.

The next second, they all collapsed and shattered, turning into pools of blood mist. An Su narrowed her eyes slightly and saw the shadow passing through the blood mist. The shadow had a wild smile on her lips. She walked in the sea of ​​blood, and with every step she took, golden lilies bloomed around her.

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The murderous intent of the peak saint came overturned, pouring down across the plain, and towards this wrong blood-red sky, raising numerous waves of blood - every living human face on the slug of life was wailing.

But all this could not stop the pace of killing. Their heads were thrown into the air one after another, fell to the ground, and turned into the flesh and blood of flowers and plants.

In the sea of ​​blood, only the pair of pure white crazy pupils remained. In the killing, there was more and more joy, more and more happiness.

The blood stained Cersei's white dress, turning it into a scarlet gown the color of dusk, and she dressed up to attend the funeral of this world.

Cersei didn't even glance at Anzu.

Cersei didn't care that Ansu had deceived her, because Cersei had also deceived Ansu, and it was just a matter of evenness. Before they started working together, they both knew each other's character and naturally anticipated the lies. This was something that was already tacitly understood.

Compared to Anzu, there are more worthy targets to kill in the distance, and more worthy "biggest mistakes" to correct.

She raised her pure white eyes and looked into the blue eyes against the crimson sky.

The Blue Witch was known as the 'most evil woman' in the 30,000-year history of the esoteric religion. Even 30,000 years after her death, her notoriety spread even further. Under the propaganda of an unknown fan of the Saint of Chaos, the Blue Witch had become the incarnation of extreme evil in the world.

I have already killed the Holy Maiden of Dawn. If I could kill the Azure Witch next, that would be such a joyful thing - even if I would die as a result.

Cersei walked barefoot towards the crimson sky, the smile on her lips becoming more and more crazy, "Kill, kill, kill!" The Blue Witch frowned slightly, this was not the pleasant smell she was looking for.

But it doesn’t matter, let’s have an appetizer first.

The witch smiled softly.

Watching this scene, Luo Xiaohei sighed softly, why didn't Cersei be blown to death?

She also wanted to join in the slaughter, but unfortunately she was just a little black one now.

In the fight before their eyes, both of them were peak saints, and it was beyond their current level to participate in it.

"Cersei is already seriously injured." Anzu's face was calm. He said seriously, "She is no match for the Blue Witch."

The Great Ceremony of Dawn cannot be interrupted at will. The vast holy light will in turn devour the caster. Although Cersei looks fine, Ansu knows that she has been seriously injured.

"Meow." Luo Xiaohei tilted his head. It was all over now. Cersei couldn't fix the mistake.

It wagged its tail and meowed at Ansu, "Use the despicable methods you are good at."

As the Saint of Chaos, Luo Xiaohei understood the reason for the collapse of this world with just one glance: for some reason, the Blue Witch, who should not have appeared now, appeared, causing the latter to see through the truth of the world of Naraku, which became the biggest mistake of the world.

The only way to fix the paradox and prevent the collapse of the Dawn Cathedral is to kill the Blue Witch.

"Meow." (What ideas did you come up with?)

She stood up with her hands on her hips, "Meow?" (How can we fix the mistakes of the world?) "Why do we need to fix mistakes?" An Su looked at Luo Xiaohei in confusion. He tilted his head, "If everyone is wrong, doesn't that mean there are no mistakes?"

Luo Xiaohei was silent. She felt that Ansu was even more extreme than Cersei. It's not you who is wrong, but the whole world, right!

Ansu looked at the crimson warning that covered the entire sky, looked at where the pure white and the azure blue met, and the shattered sky formed layer upon layer of fragments, and he smiled.

For a born designer like Merlin, a vicious bug can never be fixed. After a big bug is fixed, more small bugs will always be involved. For evil players who do whatever it takes, bugs in the game can also be used as tools! Bugs are poison to ordinary players, but they are double-edged swords to evil players. The real evil ones can even use bugs, such as the instant the wind and clouds fall, the clones repeat in a loop. This is not a bug, but a feature of the game.

Merlin's philosophy allows the existence of "errors" in the world, and Ansu not only allows the existence of errors, he also recognizes and praises errors, and uses the spiral stairs created by errors to climb up step by step. Chaos is a ladder, and errors are also ladders. Everything is a step for the boy to climb up! "Since the error has been born."

His face was calm, but his blue pupils reflected a cold light. The boy smiled and said, "Let us make deeper mistakes, because mistakes will lead us upward."

"Meow?"

Luo Xiaohei stared at Ansu with a vigilant look on her face. She felt that Ansu would definitely do something beyond imagination. And now the mission has failed. Cersei gave up the Dawn Ritual. Mission 2 and Mission 1 both failed. This world is no longer qualified. How can it move forward?

To Luo Xiaohei's surprise, An Su turned around calmly, ignoring the enemy who was about to kill him. He calmly tidied up his messy clothes and walked towards the church that had been swallowed by the sea of ​​light.

The temple had been completely destroyed, but the statue of glory was still there, standing among the ruins. He first stood quietly in front of the statue to recover the magic power and holy light that had been consumed. After waiting for a while, he left the statue and walked into the depths of the church.

He searched among the ruins. After an unknown amount of time, Ansu finally found what he was looking for, and he smiled.

It was a bunch of golden irises.

In the deepest part of the wasteland, the golden iris was in full bloom, and it swayed its golden petals slightly, as if swaying the bright dawn of the whole world - the golden iris was a flower blessed by the gods, so it was not harmed by the holy light.

Cersei has a habit, a habit that no one knows about. No one in this world knows about it, and those who know are dead, but only Anzu knows it.

After she kills someone, she plants a bunch of golden irises in the soil where the person is buried. Even Merlin, the god of magic, doesn't know this secret, otherwise he wouldn't have drunk Cersei's golden iris tea.

Cersei dealt with the body of the Dawnbearer herself.

Although the holy blood was taken away by Ansu, the body was buried secretly by Cersei because she knew that the body of the saint could not be left to Ansu.

An Su bent down and dug in the soil around the golden iris, using his magic to remove layer after layer of fishy, ​​wet dirt. Finally, at the bottom layer of the soil, the tentacles of his magic touched the already cold body.

The Holy Lady of Dawn, Her Majesty Maria, is lying quietly in this soil.

The goddess' blessing still exists on the beloved's body, and everything is so fresh. Her skin has not become stiff and faded due to death, but is as white and delicate as the snow in early winter. Golden irises surround her body, and the golden petals sway in the wind, reflecting the dazzling brilliance, sprinkling the dawn light on the saint's profile.

She closed her eyes peacefully, as if she was just asleep.

Everything is so beautiful and so peaceful.

"Let this world's [mistakes]——"

An Su plucked the swaying golden iris, plucked the last dawn of the world, and held it in his palm. He said recklessly, "Reach the peak!"

(End of this chapter)