Chapter 304 The Gods Have Arrived, and the Mortals Prostrate Themselves (5200)

Who gave it to him? The eldest prince felt as if his soul was being burned. At this moment, his astonishment reached its maximum. The soul of the young man in front of him had changed.

Terry saw endless navy blue flames rising from Ansu's back. His long gray hair spread out along the leaden spiritual sky. The starlight in the sky was intertwined. The starlight was his gaze. At the moment when night and dawn met, countless eras rose from the starlight, prospered, and disappeared.

"Big Sun! Praise the Big Sun!"

That ancient and brilliant voice shouted in the fire, and the illiterate people of the Sun Family of all generations laughed wildly in the long river of life.

"That's how it should be. All the dogs in this world, these ditch princes, this meaningless imperial power, and this entire imperial capital should all be handed over to the Sun! Those sparks clearly have the same origin as the flames of the sun! Grand Duke Annan, the Sun God of War.

It was this most powerful demigod knight who left this flame in Ansu's soul, and it was today! In this flame, there was still the power of the God of War, which had not yet dissipated.

Terry Milton took several steps back, trying to withdraw his mind from the sea of ​​fire. Even his soul did not want to confront the remnants of the strongest demigod head-on.

But the prince had taken the initiative to attack Ansu's mind, so it would not be easy for him to get out now.

Ansu stared at Prince Terry's soul closely and raised the ceremonial scepter in his hand. The tens of thousands of tons of golden authority that once weighed on Ansu's soul were burned, melted, and evaporated by the flames of the stars. The imperial power was constantly melted and dissolved by the flames in his eyes. Every time Ansu took a step forward, Prince Terry would take a step back.

All the nobles, aldermen, and guard knights in the ceremonial hall stood up from their seats. They looked at the young man on the steps. He was holding the brightest and most flawless holy light in his arms. The light seemed to merge with the young man, reflecting his profile so sacred and holy.

Everyone can feel that the glorious goddess has arrived. At this moment, the Son of God is in the ceremony hall. No one dares to question the glory of the goddess! Not only the people in the ceremony hall, but also the citizens of the entire empire are paying attention to this scene. They look at the cursed child in the light and hold their breath, as if they are witnessing the advent of an era. Everyone knows what this means.

If Ansu truly completes the ritual, from this night onwards, all the sins of the Sons of Darkness will cease to exist.

But this does not mean that the empire will prosper. On the contrary, the originally balanced order of all classes in the empire will be completely broken, and the former glory will be sin. Bottom-up reforms will be launched, and the false glory maintained by the flesh and blood of the cursed son will be exposed to the citizens again.

The order will be broken -

No one knows how many sons of darkness have been slaughtered in the empire over the past thousand years.

Millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions?

Or more? For the officials of the provincial city halls, the wealthy nobles, the priests and paladins in the municipal churches, this is the situation they least want to see. Only a stable and peaceful society can prosper - even if this prosperity is not glorious.

It has been like this since ancient times, so they are right.

At this moment, no matter who takes action, they hope An Su will die.

Anyone can become the Son of God, except Ansu, because it has been like this since ancient times. They stared at the boy, their turbid yellow eyes were like animals, fierce like a lion, cowardly like a rabbit, and cunning like a fox.

But at the same time, some people also hope that Ansu can survive and complete the ceremony.

Those anxious, fearful and timid eyes came from the fields, from the deserted countryside, from the slums in the abandoned streets of the city, from the dark and damp sewers, from every poor family that hid in the darkness and avoided the witch hunters, from the orphanages in every state, from secret gatherings and evil wizards, from the burning ground, from the dry grass and grain piles, and from the empty eyes of every charred corpse.

In a mansion of the Morning Star Family on the border, there were also children watching, anxiously waiting, but with hope. A child named Wellington looked at the young man on the steps of the ceremonial hall. One year later, he still remembered that on that cold rainy night, the man named Xianzong said to him:

I have come to offer as a sacrifice for their sins.

"Ansu Morningstar, you are a blasphemous scoundrel who deceives the world and steals reputation!"

The eldest prince's soul uttered curses amidst the sparks. One second in the real world seemed as long as an eternity in the spiritual realm. Most of Terry's soul was burned, and his luxurious and complicated golden kite robe was also burned to ashes.

"The glorious goddess never loved you."

He stared into Ansu's eyes. The anger of being bitten back by the untouchables had surpassed his reason. A mere untouchable who was not even a saint actually tried to usurp the imperial power and the glory of God! "So in this glorious blessing ceremony, you can't beat me!"

If the prince had not been unable to take action in this world, he would have wiped out An Su long ago.

Damn the Church.

Why should he fight with these despicable border people in this spiritual realm?

Light has no favor towards the Son of Darkness, and the Goddess of Light has never loved Ansu, let alone the Son of God. All of this is a lie told by despicable people, a confusing lie they have woven. They have deceived everyone. That saint, who was so lowly to the extreme, actually betrayed her class and stood on the side of darkness!

It is absolutely absurd and totally unreasonable.

The sons of darkness are not favored by light, so they must be born despicable, so they should die for noble people, this is order.

Since God created the world, he has engraved the sacred and the profane, the honor and the baseness into the blood of mankind. This is the order of Naraku!

Terry must protect this great order. As the future king of the empire and the first prince in line, he must guard his land and destroy the lies of all despicable people. This is his responsibility and his justice!

Since he was a child, his sister Cersei asked him, "What is justice?"

To continue the tradition, maintain order, glorify the imperial power, and let the empire of mankind, the glorious empire, continue to be great in the ocean of golden irises, this is his justice!

The usurper Ansu attempted to rebel simply by relying on the brief power left behind by Grand Duke Annan. This was truly wishful thinking.

"Untouchables," Prince Terry said coldly, "Kneel down!"

The melted golden authority was reshaped. He no longer retreated from Ansu's sparks. He hurled the overwhelming golden fire towards Ansu's soul. The demigod's imperial power destroyed Ansu's spiritual world, extinguished all the flames, turned them into gold, and forged them into the fire pattern of the Golden Iris Scepter.

Prince Terry's soul was being burned by the starfire, but at the same time, Ansu's soul was also being crushed by the scepter.

He is a demigod, while Ansu is only a saint - or even a quasi-saint. A sixteen-year-old boy, his willpower is definitely not enough to support this demigod-level battle.

What's more, Milton's bloodline is blessed by the goddess.

As long as this glorious ceremony continues, Terry will receive constant recovery from the holy light.

And if Ansu ended the ceremony, it would be just as Terry wished, and no matter whether he advanced or retreated, only he would be victorious.

Under the scepter of the Golden Kite Emperor's power, Ansu's soul felt like it was falling again, constantly falling towards the abyss. Endless pressure pressed on his soul, and the pressure of the soul also fell on his body. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his navy blue eyes were stained with blood. The imperial power was oppressing his soul, forcing him to kneel down to something that did not exist!

But Ansu has experienced the whereabouts of the soul 21,600 times.

Embracing the vast holy light in his arms, An Su lowered his eyes, eye shadow scattered in his eyes, making it impossible to see the boy's specific expression.

Under Merlin's magical shield, he still couldn't see Lorgar's appearance. When the ceremony began, Ansu was still wondering what kind of clothes Lorgar was wearing. Maybe it was the usual snow-white pleated skirt, or the dark little dress she wore during the day, or the plain nun's robe that was washed a little whitish.

From the beginning of the ceremony, there was always a step between them, neither far nor close, so Ansu didn't know what dress Luojia was wearing.

It was not until he touched the little saint that he could roughly guess what she was wearing today.

The texture of the fabric is lighter than the pleated skirt, as thin as snow melting on fingertips, softer than a small dress, as fluffy as marshmallows, thinner than a nun's robe, with a shasha texture, as light as snow, as soft as sugar, and as warm as sand.

——Maybe it’s the gorgeous and exquisite white gauze.

Just like her eyes.

But Luojia knew that she was just a little girl from a small border town. Only when she hid her body and no one could see her, did she dare to muster up the courage to think carefully and walk side by side with Ansu in the pure white ceremony hall, not too far or too close, walking neither fast nor slow, and her smile was light and faint.

The bright candlelight flickered in her eyes, and the hem of her white gauze skirt dragged flower-like ripples on the sacred steps. The little saint lowered her footsteps and heartbeat, and walked barefoot in the same pace as Ansu. She might be laughing. The bitter and timid young mind, only she knew, must be the taste of blueberries.

Merlin's magic covered everything, so no one knew, not even Ansu could see it. Only she understood this feeling, and only she remembered it, but that was enough.

Lorga hid herself so that she would have the courage.

"You have money to buy this dress," Ansu whispered, "but don't you have money to pay your debts?"

He could imagine Luo Jia buying clothes. Maybe she took out her long-saved private savings. Maybe she couldn't go to the cake shop for several months. She must have spent a long time choosing clothes in front of the window. When she was choosing, she might have lowered her snow-white eyes, and her rime-like eyelashes covered her expression.

Maybe by the time she finishes shopping, dusk will have fallen, maybe there will be a rosy cloud behind her, or maybe there will be a sky blue sea. In short, when she finishes making her choice, the ceremony will be about to begin.

So she dressed in her best clothes but concealed her face. She came to the first step of the ceremonial hall and waited quietly for the boy to arrive. She lowered her head and held the corner of her clothes, waiting for the grand ceremony to begin.

Even so, the white gauze is no longer useful.

It must have been stained with blood - just like a field of blood dropped on the pure white snow. Blood cannot be washed away with water, it can only be washed away with the blood of other people.

An Su raised his eyes and looked at Terry Milton.

"Terry Milton, everything you said is right. But you got one thing wrong." An Su said calmly.

"That's all nonsense! You're just a fake fake!"

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In the spiritual world, Terry said coldly, with a crazy and righteous expression on his lips, "Untouchables, kneel down!"

"You are wrong. It's not that I am not favored by the goddess—"

The young man looked at Terry, and the brightest light rose in his dark blue eyes. He pointed the authority of God at the golden scepter, and embracing that light, Ansu whispered,

"She has already shared this scepter with me."

He came to attend this ceremony because he had actually made a backup plan, but it was abandoned.

He had used this method before. When he was still in the border church, he took advantage of the model reuse feature and wore the title "Birther" bestowed by the Mother Goddess of Life on his head in the name of the Goddess of Light.

For mortals, the effect of the gods' gaze descending is similar. If the gazes of multiple gods converge, even a sacrifice will find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake. Moreover, this ceremony will not be held in the real world, but in their spirits.

From the very beginning, Anzu had no intention of offering sacrifices only to the glorious goddess. As Terry said, he admitted that he was a despicable person.

In the previous life, holding a grand blessing ceremony would consume resources and energy beyond imagination, so Ansu developed an evil blessing plan, in which several goddesses were offered sacrifices in one ceremony to maximize efficiency.

The same ceremony can attract blessings from several gods.

The Ceremonial Hall has never restricted who the ceremony is dedicated to. Since the royal family and the Holy See have spent so much resources to hold this most grand blessing ceremony, the time, place and people are all right, so let the ceremony reach its climax!

Terry Milton, since you said the cursed child was born evil, then it will be as you wish.

Ansu stabbed the blasphemous light into his soul. The water of the long river of life began to boil, and countless sparks gathered in Ansu's pupils. The power and authority of this world, the glory and grace of this world, have all been gathered in the young man's scepter.

"I reject the laws of order and embrace the ladder of chaos."

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Chaos]

"I renounce the natural forest and embrace the river of life."

[You attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Life]

"I renounce the temple of glory and embrace the path of pain."

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Pain! ]

Anzu's soul uttered a blessing that was completely opposite to that of his body!

Madman, madman. Terry looked at everything around him with a pale face of fear. Under the grand ceremony in the ceremony hall, Ansu called out the names of the three pillars of the esoteric religion. He had never thought that there would be such a blasphemous and crazy behavior. This was not just blasphemy, it was a rebellion that despised everything, denied everything, and subverted everything.

Ansu did not believe in gods. From the beginning, he put himself on the same level as gods. His arrogance had already regarded himself as a god! What frightened Terry the most was that the three mother goddesses really heard Ansu's call and came here. Ansu was the chosen god of the esoteric religion. In the spiritual world, there was not only the holy light of the glorious goddess. Terry's soul had long lost the blessing of the holy light.

Without the blessing of glory in return, Prince Terry's spirit began to be constantly burned by the sparks. The pain from his soul was deeply imprinted in his heart, but although his imperial power was also on Ansu, the young man did not waver at all.

As if these pains are just normal.

Terry couldn't understand why Ansu's will could persist, why he could persist until this moment. He was clearly just a despicable pariah, he was just a sixteen-year-old child, how could he persist!

He shouldn't have fought with Ansu in the spiritual world. He should have wiped out the cursed child in reality a long time ago. This can be done easily. Maybe it's not too late now. He can kill him in reality. Even if there are obstacles from demigods like Merlin, as long as he acts quickly enough -

Killing Ansu in real life, in public and on a live broadcast in full view of everyone, would lead to the most chaotic outcome and would mean his complete failure.

But Even if this goes against "justice", even if it will completely cause a split on the border, even if it will bring the contradictions of the empire to a peak, even if it will lead to the complete destruction of the honor of the Milton royal family, he must take action.

Because Terry understood that if he didn't take action, it would be difficult for his consciousness to leave Ansu's spiritual world.

But the Three Mothers' gaze was directed at the prince, making him unable to move out of fear.

In front of Terry's eyes, the sky was completely disturbed. This ceremony was like a huge breeding ground, where the eyes of the evil gods and the righteous gods intertwined and competed with each other. The colors of the soul were chaotic and chaotic. In Ansu's spiritual world, all the right and wrong were reversed. Only the stairs extended to the end of the pile and to the sky.

In the spiritual world, there are chaotic stairs, long rivers of life, and painful roads.

An Su stood in all the blood and darkness, with his arms open, his navy blue eyes full of madness.

In the real world, there are vast blessings, magnificent palaces, and sacred steps.

The young man's body was bathed in the endless glory of the goddess, and his profile was so solemn and holy.

"The gods have arrived—"

But no matter in the present world or in spirit, in soul or in body, Ansu raised his eyes and looked at Terry Milton, at the royal authority that made all the untouchables kneel down, at the entire imperial capital farther away, and at the starry sky at the end of the sight. Ansu raised the ceremonial scepter towards them.

"mortal."

He raised his scepter and gave the order to the world -

"Prostrate."

Terry felt the sparks burning his soul. The flames poured in from his nose, mouth, and eye sockets, spread through his blood vessels and throat, and then spread to the five internal organs of his soul.

Without the blessing of glory, his will could no longer support his justice, and he could no longer endure the pain. The imperial power of Golden Iris continued to collapse and finally fell to the ground.

If you ask the untouchables to kneel down, then let the mortals crawl first.

His soul was smeared with charcoal, and his golden eyes were burned out, just like the empty eye sockets of every charred corpse at the stake in every state, every city, and every town.

(End of this chapter)