Chapter 305 I am destiny, I am chaos

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Ansu's spiritual world had never been so chaotic, fragmented, and upside down, but it had also never been so exciting, exuberant, and prosperous.

Ever since his soul was promoted to a saint and ever since he bathed in the long river of life, there has only been a gray and lonely sky in Ansu's spiritual world.

It was neither night nor dawn, but the transitional color range between day and night. All the flames and all the life were covered in the gray-white sky until it was torn open by Terry today.

Then the fire and flame poured down, the great power of gold had been melted by the sparks, the sky was dyed dark blue by the remaining navy blue fire, the layers of clouds became heavy into millions of layers of mountains, and as the flames of the stars merged into the earth, the originally lonely world began to boil, pain, chaos, life, the sight of the Three Mother Goddesses descended on this spiritual wilderness.

Ansu remembered the dream - the second revelation dream he had. In that dream, Ansu was not food on the table, but a seat at a grand banquet, sharing the world with many stars.

Only a madman would use the great blessing ceremony of the secular ceremonial hall to invite evil gods from the spiritual world.

Mortals cannot look directly at gods, let alone the gods of esoteric religions.

However, in the real world, if a mortal glimpses a god, his mind and body will be distorted and corrupted, and his sanity will quickly return to zero. Moreover, Anzu was the god of the esoteric religion that he was calling in his spiritual world! This was a complete act of inviting wolves into the house! Three of them!

Madman Madman !

Prince Terry's soul was also covered with layer upon layer of charcoal. The bright golden light in his eyes had been burned out by the sparks. His dead eyes stared blankly at the young man. The latter was not deformed or degenerate. In the depths of his eyes there was only a clear will, which was both crazy and rational, pious and blasphemous, as if his reason had transcended the gaze of the Three Mothers.

After experiencing Naraku twenty-one thousand six hundred times, the boy had received an invitation to the feast.

Then Prince Terry felt the fear at the root of his soul. He now knew that he was facing an inhuman anomaly.

But he couldn't escape.

He now knew that his consciousness had fallen into the gods' dinner plate.

Only crawling——

The charred and decayed soul crawled on the ground. The cold wind blew through the yellowed bones, turning the melted bone marrow and spine into particles of ash.

"I am the first prince in line to the throne."

The scorched remains of consciousness spoke intermittently, lowering his royal head, "You can't"

"Something happened to me. The empire will be in chaos."

"More people will die."

"You are not immune."

As the first heir, if something happens to Prince Terry at this time or in the ceremony hall of the Glorious Church, it will surely usher in the most chaotic prelude.

The various parties are fighting among themselves for the crown, the royal family and their relatives are supporting their own, the conflicts among the Sons of Darkness are intensifying, there are border conflicts and disputes in the Church, and coupled with the threat from the Awad Empire, many, many people will die, and the human empire may even decline.

Terry must not be destroyed. Prince Terry's spirit must not be destroyed.

His identity involves too much.

But any glorious saint who considers the overall situation and has a clear mind will not do this.

The prince's soul is already prostrating himself. Such an honorable person has admitted his mistake. For a son of a curse, this is already enough. Such an honorable and noble prince has lowered his noble head. What else can't be satisfied?

But crawling cannot repay, only blood can repay blood, only life can repay life, only kneeling can repay kneeling, and only the collapse of a dynasty can repay the massacre of an era.

"You are right."

“No matter how many people die.”

Anzu walked slowly in front of him, the ritual staff dragged ripples like broken fire on the ground. He stood above the imperial power, casting a huge shadow, and his dark blue eyes stared closely at Terry's faded pupils. The young man smiled and said, "What does it have to do with me, the evil son of the curse?"

"I am the curse."

Ansu picked up the golden scepter of Prince Terry that had melted on the ground. Sparks rolled up on the scepter. He raised the golden scepter high, and with the sound of breaking through the air, he knocked it towards the noble head of the royal family. The golden head exploded, and the broken skull fluttered in the air like a fluttering butterfly. The golden blood and pure white brain marrow splashed ink on the oil painting, and the scattered bone fragments were like a chaotic spring snow -

“No order.”

The young man's clear voice rose in the air along with the sparks. He stepped on the corpses of the royal family to the ground, and his dark boots crushed the bones into the dust. He lifted them up suddenly and stomped on them hard. Countless white bone fragments flew up, and the snow fell even heavier.

"These days, I have been searching for the cause of Farol's destruction, trying to avoid that destined fate."

"Is it because of the stars falling from the sky, because of the secret believers lurking in the imperial capital, because of the Awad Empire, or because of the most mysterious and treacherous Chaos Bishop? I have been searching for a long time, but now you have made me understand and reminded me that none of these are the reasons."

The boy shook his head, "I was wrong."

Ansu poured all the remaining sparks into the headless corpse. The firelight reflected his dark blue pupils, and he showed a refreshing smile.

"I am the cause of your destruction."

This world can only reflect the dark blue eyes and the sparks all over the mountains and fields! Burn, burn, only burn.

"I am the promised destiny."

Ansu tore open the shell of Terry's residual consciousness, and also tore open the door to the prince's spiritual world. Blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. He was crazy but sober. He crushed and trampled the corpse of the emperor into the dust with his long boots, and then inserted the scepter of the emperor into its spine, nailed it into the pale earth, and turned the golden scepter into their most luxurious tombstone. The young man showed a refreshing smile,

"None of them!"

The sparks burned the remnant of Terry's consciousness, but the fire did not stop, but poured back into Prince Terry's spiritual world, and the offense and defense changed in an instant. Ansu's will stepped into the prince's world, which was a golden, brilliant and flawless golden kingdom, with golden and luxurious golden irises all over the mountains and plains, and illusory nobles walking among them, so noble, holy and beautiful.

Since golden flowers are blooming all over the world, let the whole city be covered with golden armor!

Entering the Golden Kingdom with it were the eyes of chaos, life, and pain. The Mother Goddess of Chaos turned gold into copper and iron, the Mother Goddess of Life turned nobles into livestock, and the Mother Goddess of Pain scattered corpses all over the earth! The Three Pillars had just descended into the depths of Prince Terry's soul, and his spiritual world was distorted, and he began to degenerate and move towards madness - the corrupt spiritual soil could no longer produce gold, the pigs and sheep with pus in their luxurious tuxedos, yelling loudly, the mountains of corpses emitted a dark green stench, and the flowers of the golden kite bloomed more and more brilliantly in this sea of ​​corpses and blood.

They were enjoying this feast of nibbling at the souls of demigods. But this time, Ansu was not just a spectator, nor was he food. He was also a guest sharing the feast.

[See, today I have established you over the nations and over the kingdoms, to root out and to pull down, to destroy and to overthrow, to build and to plant]

The frantic humming of the Three Pillars echoed in the ears, and the hymns of the Holy Steps echoed from the sky above.

He stepped into the kingdom of gold, and poured the remaining sparks into all the copper and iron city-states, burning all the nobles' livestock. He pulled out, destroyed, overturned, and swallowed everything of the demigod into the sparks. Finally, he let that little spark set the world on fire!

Overthrow all that is sacred, desecrate all that is glorious, and sow chaos, life, and pain! Ansu looked at Terry Milton and smiled calmly.

The soul and the body are one, and the distortion of the spirit will lead to the distortion of the body. Ansu led the gaze of the Three Mothers into the depths of Prince Terry's soul for this reason. This is his real purpose, the last piece of the puzzle, to subvert all secular conventions and then establish them! Your Majesty, with your glorious imperial power, please survive, fight, and struggle in the despicable way that you hate the most, reject the most, and despise the most. Finally, die in this ugliest posture.

Repay darkness with a curse, and repay kneeling with crawling.

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At this moment, the blasphemous laughter of Ansu's soul reached its peak!

"Ansu Morningstar!!"

Prince Terry let out the most miserable, sharp and hateful howl. These were his last words.

The time of the soul is long, but the real time is just a blink of an eye. The nobles in the ceremonial hall suddenly burst into a wave of exclamations, and they all retreated in panic. These knowledgeable nobles had never seen such a thrilling and terrifying scene in their lives.

The noble and graceful His Majesty Terry, after bursting into that animal-like vicious cry, his entire body began to spasm chaotically. All his elegance, all his majesty, all his glory seemed to have disappeared.

He knelt on the ground in agony, his arms and ankles, his neck and facial features, his pupils, ears and nose, all began to twist irregularly in pain. Wildly growing flesh bubbles pierced through his back, and after breaking, they oozed out dark green corpse fluid and copper and iron, as well as the twisting tentacles of life and the squirming little mouth.

The duke, who was a little closer, was unable to dodge and was swept by the tentacle, leaving a pool of blood, which was then eaten and swallowed by the little mouth.

The posture was so ugly, so blasphemous, so cursed, and so indescribable.

Even the most novice saints knew what this was. Reason was evaporating out of control, the soul was corrupted and the body was deformed. And judging by the characteristics, there was more than one Mother Goddess! No one could imagine it, and no one dared to believe it.

In this sacred temple, in this glorious holy light, the eldest prince of the 'Golden Bloodline' clan, blessed by God, would actually fall to the Mother Goddess of the Secret Church and become such a blasphemous monster, from a human to a beast. Only the son of darkness would do this! The horror of the demigod losing control will be deeply engraved into the collective memory of Falor on this night.

Just a moment.

In the moment when no one could react, the church orchestra and the choir had no time to stop, and they were still playing the magnificent hymn.

On the second floor, the prince's twisting life tentacles swept lightly around, and blood bloomed like ripples among Milton's royal relatives. In an instant, several heads were cut off. The prince squirmed like a maggot, and the ministers and princes, dignitaries and nobles, one after another, exquisite heads were raised in the air, as gorgeous as wedding hydrangeas, rising and falling. Finally, they were swallowed by it.

The order, honor and nobility of life bestowed by God have lost their meaning in this meat-mincing slaughter. All the big men, all the distinguished gentlemen and ladies, at the moment of death, are equally lowly, despicable and ugly!

When the delicate belly was broken open, when the proud eyeballs were cut off, when the dignified body was swallowed by countless small mouths, all the glory turned into dirt.

Likewise, nobility, glory and beauty.

And in the sea of ​​blood and corpses, at the end of countless lives, the golden iris bloomed so brilliantly and beautifully. Cersei Milton held her breath and stared at the scene in front of her. Blood is the most conspicuous ink, which paints the death of living beings into the most brilliant picture! This change happened too suddenly, and even the magic live broadcast did not have time to close it.

This scene was fully reflected in the eyes of all citizens.

The prince of the first order, with golden blood blessed by God, could not maintain his spirit during the grand holy light ceremony, and like the dark stories sung by bards, he was deformed into a crazy monster and instantly slaughtered most of the royal family on the second floor. The bloody and stinking smell of the meat grinder was so blasphemous that it seemed to overflow the screen and go straight into their nasal cavity.

And another scene——

In the eyes of all citizens, in all panic, in all anxious gazes, in all slums, in all execution platforms, in all abandoned alleys, in all orphanages, in every abandoned child, in every slave, in the eyes of every child of darkness -

Ansu Morningstar, who was called the Son of the Curse, stood at the end of the sacred stairs with the vast holy light in his arms. The brilliant holy light was intertwined with his long gray hair. The young man raised the ceremonial scepter, and in the depths of his navy blue eyes, he gave orders to the world in the name of God, as if asking the world a question.

What is good and what is evil?

What is glory and what is curse.

Is the dignity of the soul engraved in the blood? Is the class of living beings determined by fate? Who grants the rights of the nobility? God?

Are the Sons of Darkness born to be slaughtered? Are the Golden Kite nobles born to be respected? Is it right because it has been so for thousands of years?

So, did they deserve to die?

So, do they deserve to kneel down? That never makes sense.

The scene before them told everyone that it was red and new, and that right and wrong were clearly distinguished. There had never been such a truth! After the deformed and blasphemous Golden Kite Prince devoured half of the royal family, its fine and ugly eyes looked at An Su. It opened tens of thousands of small mouths ferociously and pounced on the vast holy light.

But Terry couldn't do it anymore, he had fallen into the abyss of pure white devil's pupil.

Ansu stood on the sacred steps, his dark blue pupils showed no fear or retreat, not even the slightest emotional fluctuation. It was as if he had fallen into a lake filled with stars, staring at it calmly, and the ugliest face of Terry Milton was reflected calmly.

"I am the Bishop of Chaos." He whispered in Terry's ear, but he didn't know who he was talking to. "None of you are."

(End of this chapter)