Chapter 300 Ansu's Coronation (4800)
The immortals are as numerous as hemp.
An Su looked at the seven gods on the third floor with an expressionless face.
He felt that everyone was in a mess: the Bishop of Order who used his hair as the 'Sword of Damocles', the Druid Demigod who summoned the 'Spring Breeze Fairy', the two sisters of Chastity and Healing who practiced the membrane-replenishing method, the senior two-dimensional astral messenger, the Copper Alchemy Bishop of the Copper Alchemy Church, and Merlin, who was the heavyweight among the heavyweights.
Ansu was observing the seven bishops, and the seven bishops were also observing him, a boy of only sixteen years old.
After a saint passed the promotion exam and became a deacon, he would have a chance to re-select his faith, that is, to change his job, and he could switch sects and become a disciple of other bishops. After each deacon was promoted, the seven major churches would compete for new recruits, and they had to meet the annual enrollment quota.
This year was particularly unfortunate. Apart from the cat Luo Xiaohei, only five saints passed the promotion exam. As the top of the list, Ansu would naturally be fought over by various churches.
The seven bishops were willing to attend such a ceremony, and they all had their own ulterior motives.
There is no doubt that this young man is a rare genius in the Holy See that only appears once in a thousand years, and his future is limitless.
And it's very popular.
Bishop Xiusi's eyes narrowed. He saw that Ansu had long, fine, shiny grey hair, and knew what brand it was. It was so elegant and graceful. He heard that not long ago, he even put aside his personal ties to investigate the falsification of accounts by a certain bishop. He was a good candidate to become an Order swordsman and should join their Order Church.
He asked Bishop Ansu Baisius to be his teacher, and discussed the relationship between hairstyle and sword style every day. The druid demigod forest elder listened to Ansu's pulse through the air, thinking that young people were full of energy and vitality, and that the spring breeze elves liked this kind of young people the most, and they were suitable to inherit his mantle, and they should join their druid church.
Let Ansu worship the old man in the forest as his teacher and practice the secrets of the spring breeze spirit day and night;
The two sisters who were good at membrane magic saw Ansu, their eyes were full of interest, and their eyes flashed over Count Kaluobo. They had a slightly ambiguous bad woman smile on their lips. This boy will definitely inherit the Morning Star Family and join the Chastity Church or the Healing Church.
Let Ansu worship the healing chastity as his teacher and practice the way of membrane method.
Bishop Morgan of the Alchemy Church looked at Ansu, the sweet-smelling child. He thought it was time for Ansu to join the Alchemy Church and let Bishop Morgan be his disciple to understand the mysteries of alchemy.
The absolutely neutral stellar messenger saw the eyes of the three female bishops next to him. He thought for a moment, as if he understood something, and the envy in his heart became even stronger. Damn An Su, so enviable and so hateful, he should be caught and imprisoned in the stellar space for a hundred years and should join the stellar church.
Let the celestial messenger worship Ansu as his teacher and delve into the Way of Nematodes.
The last bishop, Merlin Andre of the Glorious Bishop, looked at Ansu coldly. This kid had falsified his accounts to the Glorious Church, and his vacation was adjusted again! It has always been subordinates who have their vacation adjusted, how can leaders adjust their vacation! With such low ideological awareness and no knowledge of progress, he should be cut into pieces and kicked out of the Glorious Church! Let Bishop Merlin defeat Ansu and make progress again in the next life! The other six cardinals, looking at Merlin's burning eyes, knew that the God of Law had a special liking for Ansu and would definitely not let him go easily.
They saw Merlin's attitude, and since they were all colleagues, it was not easy to force him.
In addition, the nature of the ceremony made the bishops suspicious and even gave up the idea.
This time, the coronation ceremony was performed by the third princess of the empire, the Holy Maiden of the Imperial Capital, the 'Golden Kite Princess' who personally baptized and crowned Ansu.
Indeed, all saints are qualified to preside over the canonization ceremony.
But the nature of the Holy Maiden of the Imperial Capital is special. Ten years ago, Cersei Milton was able to become the Holy Maiden of Falor as a result of the multi-party operation and interest exchange between the royal family and the Glorious Church. At that time, it caused an uproar of opposition within the Church and was regarded as the first attempt by the royal power to confuse the divine power.
The result of the mediation of many parties is that Cersei can only be the saint of the city of Faror, and cannot go one step further and become the saint of the Glorious Church.
Despite such restrictions, in recent years, Cersei has won the hearts of all ordinary believers and citizens with her near-perfect performance and means, and completely stripped the rights of other saints. The little girl from the border cannot compete with the princess of the imperial capital at all, and her reputation is far inferior.
And now, as a saint, she personally baptized Ansu. This means that Ansu is very likely to be pro-emperor, or even a member of the princess's faction.
Even if he is not, even if he and the princess really have a bad relationship,
But with this ceremony, in the eyes of other believers, especially ordinary people, it has to be true or not, and they have to think about it even if they don’t want to.
Politics and beliefs are like this. The key is not what you do, but what others think. Ansu has been forced to be tied to the royal family.
A young man who is guaranteed to become a bishop in the future has joined the Princess's faction. By then, the reputation of the Imperial Faction within the Vatican will surely soar. More and more ordinary saints will turn to the Imperial Faction and will be continuously infiltrated. The balance between Imperial power and divine power that has been maintained for a hundred years may be broken.
Based on this concern, the bishops cannot show interest in Ansu, let alone take the initiative to extend an olive branch.
Even in the worst case scenario, the Holy See will consciously restrict Ansu's development.
Ansu felt the complicated gaze of the cardinal, and knew in his heart that tonight was a mess. The only solution was to tear his face with the royal family directly and publicly declare that he did not need the royal power.
But the star is about to fall, and Ansu needs the coronation ceremony tonight and God's blessing. Only a saint can complete the baptism, and there are only two saints.
The most crucial point is that Ansu claims to be a man born in black. The only thing that can be barely called a moral character of him is that he does not morally blackmail others - he is good at physical kidnapping, but not moral kidnapping. He also does not know how to beg others, and he likes to be passive.
She had no obligation to confront a behemoth like the royal family.
An Su has the Morning Star Family as his backing, as well as a demigod uncle and a third uncle with extensive connections, but that idiot is an orphan and has no backing at all.
Cersei's favorite thing to do is assassinate people and plant flowers.
That's why he didn't tell that person about what happened tonight this morning; because An Su knew that once he told that person, given that idiot's nature, he would definitely do it. The most important reason was that she didn't understand politics and would only make things worse - An Su hated that.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the second floor which symbolized the imperial power. Looking at the warm smile of the eldest prince, he knew that this was an open conspiracy, and An Su could only accept this move. It was nothing more than a small setback. The influence of the royal family in the Holy See was based on his reputation.
An Su looked at the eldest prince calmly, with an imperceptible teasing smile on the corner of his mouth. The smile was obviously very shallow, but it inexplicably made people feel uncomfortable all over.
The royal family was using Ansu, and Ansu was also using the royal family. The only thing that made him unhappy was that he was manipulated by the big shots from beginning to end, that's all.
He looked at the Ceremonial Hall, the most luxurious and grand hall in the world. Countless statues emitted the most sacred colors at the same time. Huge mosaic glass scattered the light into blocks of color, which were pieced together one by one on the epic murals of the church. Thanks to the royal family who wanted to use this to create momentum, they used this hall - it was originally a hall for the coronation of bishops.
With the presence of seven bishops, the ceremony will attract the largest number of blessings in nearly a decade.
Boring politics, boring influence, boring fame, boring future.
These guys will never understand that for evil players, for Ansu, only real level is everything.
The stars are about to fall, as long as everyone dies, as long as the imperial capital is destroyed——
All his fame and glory turned into ruins and became the ladder for him to climb!
"Saint Ansu Morningstar, in the name of the Son and the Father, guided by the light, please ascend the steps." As the bells in the tower rang slowly and the choir played hymns, the church's ceremonial officer announced to Ansu loudly.
For a moment, the entire church fell silent.
Countless holy lights dispersed the image, spreading rapidly along the magic net, transmitted to the magic screen, and then spread to all the magic terminals in the urban area. Then, the face of Ansu Morningstar appeared in front of all the citizens.
The people lowered their voices and looked at the newly ordained saint.
In full view of the public.
The young man with long gray hair and navy blue pupils slowly stepped into his boots and climbed onto the first sacred step made of light. He looked up and saw countless layers of glorious steps overlapping above him, extending all the way up to the third floor of the Divine Power. The light continued to extend as if it went straight to heaven and connected to the sky.
Amidst the countless chants, Ansu could feel the goddess' gaze gradually converging here.
Cersei Milton was on the second step of the stairs, her golden eyes reflecting a happy light. She waited quietly, holding up the hem of her skirt with her soft hand wearing snow-white silk. She had a perfect smile on her lips, waiting for Ansu to walk up to her.
bring it on.
Ansu Morningstar, stand with me, whether you like it or not, we must learn to disguise our own [nature]
You can't escape.
This is just the beginning.
In the Golden Kite Dynasty that she will rule in the future, extreme evil is indispensable.
The more evil there is, the more justice it can highlight. The more evil there is, the more necessary it is to exist. If the people are resentful and complaining, all we need to do is kill the evil, and all we need to do is to defeat the extreme evil. All the contradictions, all the dissatisfaction, and all the class divisions will be forgotten and ignored in the process of defeating evil, and all the contradictions will naturally disappear. Whether she kills the extreme evil or is killed by the extreme evil, it can bring happiness to the people.
This is the path Cersei pursues.
An Su looked at the princess on the second floor calmly. Suddenly, he paused, as if he sensed something, and looked towards the top floor with a helpless smile.
In everyone's sight, he climbed up to the second step of the stairs and approached the princess. Holy light poured down on the young man from all directions. His long gray hair scattered in the air like catkins, and every strand of hair reflected the golden holy light.
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The people were also watching this scene. They felt that the young man in front of them was a true saint, so sacred and beautiful, with a nearly perfect glow - he and the saint favored by the Golden Kite were a perfect match.
That's right.
That's it.
Princess Cersei looked at the helplessness on Ansu's lips, and her smile became more perfect. There was a slightly ominous light in her pupils, and her profile was slightly flushed. She liked to control and she liked to calculate, especially for someone as evil as Ansu. She could feel an emotion that was almost happy.
The Golden Kite Dynasty cannot be without extreme evil.
Several cardinals looked at each other with complicated expressions, but only Merlin was watching the scene calmly.
Ansu came to the second floor where the royal family was. He stared ahead, his dark blue eyes reflecting Cersei's flawless face. The infinitely refracted holy light spliced all kinds of brilliant colors in front of them. The starlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows covered the second floor with silver frost, and the golden irises blessed by God were blooming under the starry sky. The gorgeous and ultimate sea of golden lilies gently swayed with the starlight in the sky. It was so holy and perfect, and the saint stood at the end of the sea of flowers and stretched out her hand to Ansu -
"I need you, Mr. Ansu."
Right in front of us is the Kingdom of Golden Kite.
The ceremonial officers smiled, and according to the established rules, the next item on the agenda was the saint's hand kissing ceremony.
Just when everyone, even some bishops, thought that Ansu was going to kiss the back of the saint's hand, the young man did something that shocked and stunned everyone.
He gazed at the white, slender hand with a smile on his face, raised his own hand, stretched it forward, and waved it gently.
——As if to drive away mosquitoes.
'Pah.'
The crisp snapping sounds echoed on the corridors and stairs, spread out through countless magic screens, and echoed in the night sky of Farol.
Everyone couldn't believe their eyes.
Anzu slapped away the hand that Princess Cersei offered, as if she had slapped away a dynasty, as if she had slapped away the kingdom of the golden kite.
Cersei's perfect, effortless smile froze, even frozen on her cheeks.
"Why?"
It was so shocking and unexpected that everyone stood up from their seats, staring at everything in front of them with wide eyes in disbelief. The nobles in the hall were also all confused. They knew that the people of the Morning Star family were all mentally ill, as could be seen from the young Count Carlo, but they didn't expect that this kid Ansu was even braver than his father!
Not only ordinary people, but also several cardinals stood up from their seats.
They stared at An Su with amused and complicated expressions.
The bishops had imagined that Ansu would stand on the side of the Holy See, but none of them expected that this young man would choose such a drastic method!
"Good son!" Count Carlo laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "He is my son from the Morning Star family!"
The royal guards drew their swords at the same time, and the cold sword light illuminated everything clearly. Luo Xiaohei meowed excitedly, clapping his two little paws fiercely, and his crimson eyes were completely occupied by joy. She knew, she knew, she knew that Ansu was a lunatic! She knew that Ansu dared to do this! Chaos does not need a reason, chaos does not need a motive! "Mr. Ansu, what are you doing?" Cersei said slowly, trying to maintain a smile.
"I don't need you in my future." The boy smiled in her ear, a crazy smile on his lips, like another chaotic tyrant, "I don't need any justice. I hate being manipulated by big men."
"And the so-called imperial power you believe in—"
Ansu whispered,
"Just a bunch of yellow dogs that like to bark at people's heads."
"And you forgot."
An Su smiled and said, "I'm your father! Do I need to explain what I do to you?"
Cersei Milton turned her back to Ansu and lowered her eyes slightly. She chanted his name without any expression on her face. Her fingertips dug deeply into the flesh, drawing blood. Ansu Morningstar. Ansu Ansu Ansu Ansu.
For the first and only time in nineteen years, she lost control in front of the public, temporarily removing her perfect saintly disguise and revealing her true self. In those golden eyes, there was no more perfection and elegance, but instead, another dark and heavy emotion.
It was neither anger nor disappointment, it just made people feel like they were staring into a heavy abyss.
After saying this last sentence, Ansu passed Cersei Milton and climbed up the stairs that belonged to him alone.
At the end of the stairs, there was a fool waiting for An Su. An Su didn't say anything, but the fool still came. Before An Su could use moral kidnapping, she kidnapped herself first. She was really a fool. She was cheated of everything but still helped others count the money.
Under the protection of Merlin's light magic and existence-weakening magic, no one could discover her.
But only Ansu noticed it. It wasn't because his soul was so high that he could see through Merlin's magic. Merlin used terrifying magic to weaken existence and distort vision. Unless Ansu borrowed the blue magic pupil from the bones, he couldn't see her. Even the demigods around him hadn't noticed it yet.
The vision is distorted.
So Ansu didn't see it, but smelled it.
But when An Su stepped onto the first step amid the fragrant and graceful scent of golden irises, he could smell the slightly astringent, slightly sweet, and lingering scent beside him.
Fresh blueberry scent.
(End of this chapter)