Chapter 303: No Lies
Are you convinced?
Prince Terry looked at Ansu, his eyelids twitching slightly.
What are you talking about?
He had never seen such a shameless guy. He said righteously things like "I believe", "I give up", "I believe in our goddess", but as soon as Ansu used his mental power to collide with Prince Terry, Terry could temporarily glimpse the color of this guy's soul.
It was both black and white, with the entire sky filled with grayish-white tones, just like the grayish-white sky at the turn of night and dawn, without any ripples.
There is not a trace of piety.
Terry never expected that Ansu not only did not believe in imperial power, but he also did not believe in divine power.
Whether it is the orthodox religion or the esoteric religion, this little boy believes in it from the bottom of his heart, or maybe he is really convinced, he will believe in whichever side gives him more benefits.
In this oath, Luojia listed the questions of esoteric Buddhism and orthodox Buddhism, and Ansu also gave two answers at the same time, 'I abandon' and 'I am convinced'. This is confusing, and no one knows which answer responds to which question. It is confusing and reversed, both abandoning and being convinced.
This kid doesn't know what reverence is, he is a cursed child! Prince Terry narrowed his eyes slightly, he finally understood why his sister was so fond of An Su.
In an era where imperial power and divine authority coexist, in a tradition that has continued for 30,000 years, there could actually be an outlier who is rejected by both. This young man is a true son of the curse. Not only from a physical level, but also his behavior, thoughts and even soul are all born with a curse. He should have died long ago, he should not have survived.
If he survives, he will bring destruction and change! Prince Terry finally developed the intention to kill.
He stared at Ansu, slowly extended his index and middle fingers, put the two fingers together, and pointed downwards at the same time. Demigod and royal power reached their peak at this moment, colliding head-on with Ansu's soul. Cersei frowned slightly, turned her head and looked at her royal brother, expressionless.
The royal knights around all felt the heavy pressure on their souls. Each of them was close to being a saint. At this moment, they were speechless and breathing was difficult. They only felt as if there were golden scepters weighing tens of thousands of tons pressing on their shoulders. Although their bodies did not feel any weight, their souls were also crawling on the ground.
The nobles dared not speak, not even to breathe.
This is not a topic they are qualified to participate in.
"Don't you need to take care of it?"
Bishop Morgan looked at Prince Terry, then turned to Merlin and asked, it was normal for the royal family to have complaints and put some pressure on them, but at this moment it had exceeded the scope that should be taken.
"This is a dispute between the border and the crown."
Merlin still had a playful smile on his face and directly pushed the blame, "Someone will take care of it. It shouldn't be us who do it. Whoever does it will be held responsible."
Not only did Lao Shengsheng not care about An Su's life or death, but he looked like he had finally seen a good show. He leaned back and smiled happily. He blinked his eyes and said, "Finally, there is a good show to watch."
Those pure white pupils were as cold as snow, and as clear as snow. "If Ansu and Luojia want to go further, if they want to go further, they must complete this ceremony."
You old man. Bishop Morgan's face was full of black lines. Even if you are destined to rest for life, don't come down from the mental hospital in heaven!
As the prince put more pressure on him, Ansu felt that his soul was about to break into pieces. He barely managed to hold on, holding the ceremonial staff tightly with his fingers to support himself on the ground, so he was not crushed to the ground. Merlin's shielding magic was still in effect. He could not see what was happening to Lorgar, but could only feel that his breathing was getting weaker and weaker, like a floating candle flame.
Ansu took the initiative to bite back Prince Terry's soul, and Luojia was able to hold on a little.
But her soul was not as strong as Ansu's. The two of them supported the same scepter and endured the heavy pressure on their souls.
Under the magic network broadcast, even the secondary nobles and citizens outside the magic hall noticed something was wrong with Anzu. The cursed child who baptized himself seemed to be in a bad state. They could feel that the holy light tide that was as big as a mountain and as big as a sea had stopped flowing, and the light in the ceremony hall was solidified in the air, stagnating into grains of light.
"I knew it. There is no way a cursed child could complete this ritual!"
"Anzu must have been disliked by the goddess."
"This is divine punishment."
"How can a cursed child become a holy child!"
In the various government mansions, the vast majority of nobles and dignitaries showed expressions of relief. They knew very well what it would mean if Ansu completed a ceremony of this scale alone. In that case, Ansu would be the chosen one favored by God, and the Son of Light!
Because only the Son of God can crown Himself, and only the Son of God can accomplish this miracle!
But Ansu is a cursed child.
The fact that the cursed child can be favored by God and become the Holy Son of the Church will completely overturn the rules of the Church for 30,000 years.
Not only that, this will have a huge impact on society, the empire, and the entire Naraku structure! Everyone knows that the Son of the Curse is born from the Son of Darkness. It takes hundreds of millions of Sons of Darkness to give birth to a Son of the Curse. It takes several generations for one Son of the Curse to appear.
The Son of the Curse is the Son of Darkness among the Sons of Darkness.
If it weren't for Ansu's father's strength, Ansu would have died before he even grew up.
The bloody secrets of the Sons of Darkness have always been the darkest side of the empire, overshadowed by the glorious glory of the empire, and no one would mention them on their own initiative.
When they were at the border, Ansu encountered the dark children - they were almost killed by Cavens.
Now he is kept in the Morning Star family's manor.
Every year, nearly ten thousand babies with dark talents are born in the empire. They are hated by the Light from birth and most of them are abandoned, regarded as an ominous sign. Some provincial governments even regularly clean up the Sons of Darkness and send the families who hide these children to the stake.
The fate of these children of darkness, apart from starving to death, is to become sacrificed by the secret cultists. The Mother Goddess of Life loves these children alone.
As the rank of the secret followers improved, the quality of witch hunting by the saints also improved, forming an industrial chain cycle - this phenomenon was relatively good in the central area, but in some remote churches, it had become a customary rule! And the surviving sons of darkness, without exception, all degenerated into secret followers. This deepened the people's inherent impression of the sons of darkness, making them more certain that the sons of darkness were born to be hated by the Holy Light and born to be evil, which eventually became an indisputable truth.
Going back and forth over and over again, falling continuously, this is the meaning of Naraku.
In this never-ending cycle of hell, the children of darkness are abandoned, burned or corrupted, while the glory of the empire advances in blood and flesh, becoming more and more glorious and sacred.
But if the Son of Curse - the Son of Darkness of the Son of Darkness, becomes the Holy Son of the Glorious Church one day, it will be the greatest shock and impact on the 30,000 years of truth. All the customs, glory, and taboos of the empire will be overturned on this day!
It would be no problem for Ansu to become a saint of the Glorious Church, or even a deacon, or even a priest or bishop.
The rulers can even take the opportunity to shout that the Vatican is corrupt, controlled by money and connections, and is becoming increasingly dark, and that the Glorious Vatican should be taken over by the royal family.
Because whether it is a deacon or a bishop, these clergy are chosen by people.
Only the Son cannot do this.
Only Ansu cannot become the Holy Son, because the Holy Son is chosen by God!
If the son of curse can be loved by God, then how can the son of darkness be born evil?
If all this is overturned, then can the evil they have done to the Son of Darkness before still be crowned with the crown of "justice"? The dark night covered the plains of Farol, and the silvery white moonlight fell as if wrapped in a thin layer of frost. In the thirteen provinces and four autonomous regions of the empire, countless pairs of eyes were fixed on the imperial capital, on the ceremony hall of the First Church of Glory, with expectation, hatred or uneasiness. They stared with wide eyes, held their breath, and stared at the gray-haired boy on the ten thousand steps.
“Hoo, hoo, hoo.”
An Su lowered his eyes and slowly raised his head from the sea of light. He stared at the invisible little saint. He could no longer hear the little saint's breathing, nor could he smell the green fragrance of blueberries. An Su smiled helplessly.
"Idiot," he cursed.
Anzu is not favored by light, nor is he loved by the Goddess of Light.
The lower mother goddesses of the esoteric religion like Ansu very much.
From the beginning to the end, the Goddess of Light favored Lorga, and all these holy lights came for Lorga.
But she was willing to hide her own life and hide in the shadows to push Ansu, the son of curse, onto the glorious stage, to give all the glory to Ansu, to promote Ansu as the son of glory, just to prove to the world - or to lie to the whole world, that the son of curse can also be loved by the holy light.
So the children of darkness are not born sinful, but are made sinful by the world.
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This is Lorgar Fast's dream, a pure white dream that sprouted in the darkest border church, 'the star that illuminates the future of Naraku'.
"You really love to lie." Ansu laughed and said mockingly, "I was born a villain, and I am not loved by the Goddess of Glory. You are deceiving the whole world."
Obviously, Luojia Fast is a good boy who never lies and an excellent student who always abides by the rules, but now he lies and wants to deceive the whole world.
No sound came from the other end of the scepter.
So far, the peak demigod royal power has only appeared for a few seconds, but in the spiritual world of mortals, it seems as long as several years. The pure white glow is gradually extinguished, as if it has been dragged into the secular earth by the golden scepter. Countless rules, countless common sense, and countless orders are countless shackles that bind it and consume its light.
An Su waited for a long time, but there was still no sound from the other end of the scepter.
If Lorgar did not continue chanting the oath, the coronation ceremony could not proceed.
Ansu was able to resist the pressure of the demigod's imperial power. Even if he could not defeat it, he would not be overwhelmed by it, because Ansu's soul had been baptized by the river of life more than 20,000 times. Compared with the pain of the origin of life, the imperial power was just a wave.
But Luojia can't do that.
"Cursed child, get off the stairs. This is not where you should be."
Prince Terry's calm voice reached Ansu's ears through his mind, "You are a despicable and filthy cursed pariah who should not exist in this world! You are a fraud who has cheated the world and stolen the reputation. No goddess will favor you!"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking down at the border pariahs on the steps like a lion. The whistling cold wind rustled the prince's golden skirt. He slowly raised his right hand from the luxurious flowing satin shawl and held it forward, as if holding a scepter of the whole world. When he pressed it down, the scepter fell into the emperor's territory! "No god will love you. You are just like the lowly cousin next to you, full of lies!"
An Su only felt that his spiritual world was being torn apart quickly. The gray-white sky was torn apart by the scepter and torn into pieces. There was an insurmountable gap between the soul of a saint and the soul of a demigod, not to mention that the latter was the first in line to inherit the imperial power.
"Untouchables, kneel down!"
Blood flowed from the corner of Ansu's mouth, and his navy blue eyes were also stained with a layer of blood mist. He looked at the other end of the scepter, towards the place where the holy light of the entire hall gathered. There was no response from the other end of the scepter. Ansu could no longer smell Luojia's breath, and the slightly astringent sweetness of the blueberries was already covered by the iron smell. It seemed that they had failed.
Ansu still has some strength left, but Luojia can no longer hold on.
Ansu could no longer sense Lorga's presence. He could not see Lorga, nor could he hear her voice, and he had no idea whether she was dead or alive.
She could no longer hold on to her body, and she fell to the other side, losing her balance, as if she was really going to kneel down before the imperial power.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, all the light in the hall fell into Ansu Morningstar's arms.
An Su was a little dazed. He lowered his eyes and subconsciously touched his lips, where there was a slight fragrance -
It's icy, slightly astringent, and sweet, like the warm afternoon sunshine and the late snow that hasn't melted on the eaves, but it's mixed with the smell of iron and blood, the taste of blueberry cake.
“You can smell me now.”
"I haven't lost yet."
The lights were very close to Ansu. Under Merlin's magic, Ansu could not see her face, her expression, or her eyes. Maybe she was smiling. Maybe only after her figure was covered by the light did the little saint have the courage to do this.
"Mr. Ansu,"
"I'm a bad kid who loves to lie. I tell a lot of lies."
She whispered in Ansu's ear, "But the only thing is that you are loved."
——"No lies."
[You have attracted the attention of the Goddess of Glory! ]
"The lower woman."
Ansu embraced the holy light and checked Lorgar's breath.
“Don’t rinse your mouth after eating cake.”
He paused again, then slowly raised his eyes and looked at Prince Terry.
In Ansu's spiritual world, the gray sky has been torn apart by the imperial power, revealing its essence, which is a drop of endless life torrent, a ray of dark blue flame as hot as a star.
In the endless and vast holy light in his arms, the fire began to rise and the river began to flow. The flames and the river of life intertwined and intertwined. The river was the life of the stars, the flames were the burning core of the stars, and the light was the proof of the stars' existence. If all three were present, it would be the world!
The gray spiritual sky was illuminated by the rising morning star.
From the eyes of Prince Terry, the flames continued to rise, spread, and spread all over the prairie! Terry was shocked to find that it was the same flame as the sun! It was the same source as the sun's fire!
Who gave it to Ansu!
(End of this chapter)