Chapter 306 Morning Star Brought a Message
"I am the Bishop of Chaos."
Ansu whispered in Terry Milton's ear, not knowing who he was talking to, "None of you."
The hundreds of tiny eyes on Terry's cheeks shrank at the same time. His rationality had completely evaporated and become distorted. There was only madness in his eyes, but at this moment, he showed an irrational look of fear and shrinking.
"you"
Hundreds of small eyes stared at An Su in panic, and even revealed an expression of realization. Its twisted and deformed body subconsciously shrank a step back, but this clarity only lasted for a moment, and it completely lost control. The blood of the fallen golden kite boiled, and countless deformed limbs grew all over its body. Its cheeks even split into countless small faces. The golden kite flowers bloomed from every inch of the prince's skin, every blood vessel, and every internal organ.
Stamens, pedicels, and branches protrude from the mouth, nasal cavity, and eye sockets.
The enchanting and grand ripples of floral fragrance hovered over the entire ceremonial hall, over the imperial capital, and over all the citizens. The invisible floral fragrance had no substance, but it cast a huge shadow on the earth, covering all the citizens.
This form is the appearance of the fallen soul of a demigod, and it varies according to the characteristics of the demigod.
——It is called the 'Cursed Bioform'.
The cursed biological form of Prince Terry is a wriggling flesh worm covered with golden irises.
The cursed creature named Terry Milton howled, trying to pierce the roots of all the golden kites into the boy in front of him—
But it can no longer do that.
The white devil's pupil reflected its strange and terrifying face like a mirror. All the magic circuits were distorted and dissolved in this devil's eye. Holy light shuttled through its body, cutting off countless limbs and bringing up layer after layer of bloody ripples.
This old man really made his move at the right moment.
Ansu stared at the curse in front of him, a calm smile on his face. Facing the demigod in front of him, the boy's eyes did not waver in the slightest. His thin lips slightly opened as he chanted a glorious blessing ceremony. Countless holy lights intertwined with his long gray hair.
At this moment, he was just like the 'Son of God' or 'Hero' described in all the myths. His navy blue eyes stared at the golden kite monster, and the pale blue holy blade of salvation was drawn from the void, cutting a pale blue blood line along Terry's strange face.
Wherever the blood line passed, gorgeous golden iris petals also fluttered in the white sky and fell down one after another, like a platinum snow.
The baptism ceremony is still going on - it has entered its final climax!
"I cut off my arrogant eyes in front of the glorious hall, in order to forgive the indifference of all living beings."
Ansu recited the last prayer with joy, the blood on the blue Blade of Redemption slowly evaporated. Ansu's magic level was far inferior to that of Prince Terry - even though his body had fallen into madness, the Blade of Redemption could not be used to sacrifice him with just one cut, which was absolutely impossible.
Therefore, the only option is lingchi.
Prince Terry's eyeballs were cut out, and he let out a painful howl and fell to the ground. His huge body smashed countless magnificent marble columns, creating a huge wind pressure, and a row of mosaic broken glass shattered.
It had lost its mind and would not use any magic, but the physical body of a demigod was definitely not something Ansu could handle.
On the third floor of the ceremony hall, in the seat of the Glorious Church,
Merlin leaned back in his seat, one hand supporting his cheek, the silvery glow still lingering in his pupils, not completely dissipating; he watched the deformed Golden Kite Demigod with interest, and even began to think in his heart that he would have a new library of materials to copy when designing monsters in the future, which could be regarded as squeezing out the last bit of its value.
After a while, Merlin sighed helplessly and looked at Ansu on the platform helplessly. Look at what you have done! Merlin knew that Ansu was very extreme, but he never thought that Ansu would be so extreme. In Merlin's expectation, Ansu could at most rely on the flames of Grand Duke Annan to repel or tie Prince Terry, successfully complete this blessing ceremony, and finally become the son of glory. But even Merlin could not expect that this little born actually called the three mother goddesses directly in the spiritual world through the ceremony of holy light! It directly drove Prince Terry crazy!
Ansu was just a saint, but he called upon the three evil gods in his spiritual world, and he himself did not fall into madness - this was absolutely impossible, so no one would doubt Ansu, and they just thought that it was Prince Terry's polluted spirit that could not withstand the Glorious Ceremony, and thus led to his own fall.
But only Merlin knew that his eyes had told him everything - Anzu did it, and he did it.
Little madman.
If this matter were to be exposed, I would all be held responsible.
This kid did this on purpose, clearly intending to tie me up on the boat and get rid of the only evidence.
Right here, with the crown of glory, I will defeat the cursed monster.
Just like they used to do.
Merlin glanced at the other nobles in the ceremony hall. They all looked pale. The tragedy on the second floor had severely irritated their nerves. The bloody and miserable appearance of the royal family was still vivid in their minds. They couldn't even count how many adults died tonight:
There is the third prince of the Milton royal family and his family, three marquises who are direct descendants of Milton, and four branches of Milton. A rough calculation shows that nearly one-fifth of the bigwigs of the entire Milton family died in the massacre tonight! All died at the hands of Terry Milton.
The nobles all looked at Terry in fear, the first prince they had praised and flattered. But the nobles' eyes had lost their former respect, love and flattery. There was only fear, hatred and resentment. They didn't speak, but everyone's eyes told Merlin: "You can kill it now."
——In the name of justice.
"Your Majesty Merlin, please kill it."
No one in the royal family said anything at first, but in the end, their instinct of fear drove their words and actions. These royal relatives trembled and cast their hopeful eyes towards Merlin, asking Merlin to kill their relatives, "Kill... that monster."
"Ha." Merlin bent over, covering his face. In the place where the light could not reach, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a happy smile. Bishop Morgan next to him stared at Merlin expressionlessly, "Why, you won't take action?"
"How dare I attack His Majesty the Prince?" Merlin shrugged, his hands hanging down, his pure white pupils emitting bright light, "I will just stand by and watch!"
A happy smile appeared on his lips! The blue magic eyes of the Saint of Life can control all living beings and maintain their vitality.
The pure white eyes of the God of Light can control all magic itself and the magic power that maintains them.
Prince Terry's cursed creature was wriggling on the ground, and branches were extending from its huge body again. Its eyes had been sacrificed and could never be reborn, and countless heads turned up at the same time.
Pure magic power gathered from within its body, and the bright golden petals floating in the air were the embodiment of its magic power. It could not use magic, but just by directly splashing magic power and using brute force, it could kill Ansu.
But under the pure white pupil, most of the petals of the golden kite withered. It let out a shrill scream, and leaped high with the remaining magic power, instantly escaping from the coverage of the pure white pupil. The withered palm splashed the golden petals towards Ansu. The blasphemous petals touched the vast holy light and continued to bloom, splashing endless ripples of magic power in the air!
In the live broadcast of Magic Network, all the citizens who witnessed this scene felt a tightness in their hearts.
But Ansu was not afraid at all. After sharing Prince Terry's golden kingdom with three gods in the spiritual world, he accumulated too much nutrition. He also picked up some of the authority of gold. The royal family of Jinyuan can directly use holy light as a magic power supplement, and Ansu can now do something similar, although the efficiency is only one percent.
But now he was standing in the very center of the Holy Light Ceremony, holding a 'Luojia' Holy Light Power Bank in his arms. At this moment, he had endless power at his disposal and endless brilliance to harvest!
So, he could do that.
“Glorious.”
The young man spoke in a soft voice as the choir's melodious and glorious hymns sounded. The holy light gathered and woven into a solid entity. The sacred and vast gate of heaven slowly opened from the deepest part of the holy light. The judgment of the guardian angel had come to the world.
"Judgment."
[Things illuminated by the Light of Judgment, any existence whose soul age is greater than or equal to that of the caster, will not be able to pass the Judgment Immunity. Their life stream will flow backwards for one second.]
Seeing this scene, everyone was filled with surprise and shock, especially the cardinals on the third floor. They all sat up from their seats with different expressions on their faces.
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The complex and ancient magic circuit in front of him was undoubtedly divine-level magic.
It was shocking enough that a sixteen-year-old boy could use sacred magic, but what was even more shocking was the meaning behind it, because the sacred magic used by Ansu was called [Glorious Judgment].
The previous ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven also had [Glorious Judgment], and the current ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, Merlin, also has [Glorious Judgment]
The stars slowly moved along the outline of heaven. The sky and the earth were extremely clear at this moment. Twelve black and white wings spread in the sky of Farol, half of them fell in the night and half fell in the day. The angel of judgment opened his eyes, just looked at Prince Terry, and made a judgment.
Old and ugly.
The absolutely neutral and impartial angel of judgment showed a look of disgust.
Prince Terry's life time regressed to one second ago, and he fell back into the area covered by the pure white light. Logically, the magic power that was taken away should have been restored, but Merlin's pure white eyes were also beyond the standard - to be precise, there was no reason to return the things that had entered the pocket of the Glorious Bishop.
Because it came in again, half of its remaining magic power was swallowed up by the pure white magic pupil.
This boy Ansu is quite knowledgeable. Merlin showed an admiring expression towards Ansu. He admired the second circuit developed by Ansu very much. In the future, when he accepts bribes, he will let Ansu use it repeatedly, so that he can collect money repeatedly.
Merlin didn't know that Anzu had indeed designed a style specifically for him, the 'Circular Overtime Style'.
If he knew, he wouldn't have smiled so refreshingly.
Prince Terry had all his magic power taken away by the magic eye. He wailed crazily and painfully, scratching his skin with all his limbs, oozing out layer after layer of blood. The golden iris peeled off layer by layer around him and eventually withered. But his hatred and madness would not make him retreat. He had long lost his mind. He stared at Ansu, a pariah, a pariah, a pariah, a pariah! Without the gorgeous outer skin of the golden iris, the prince of Milton was just a giant, wriggling fleshworm. It squirmed, it howled, it hated ugly things, and pounced on Ansu. All the pale blue blades jumped across its body, plucked off its ears,
"I cut off the ears of those who listen in front of the glorious hall, in order to forgive the slander of all living beings."
All the royal guards, all the Inquisition knights, and all the Ozeki nobles present knew that the blessing Ansu was reciting now was a sentence from the last section of the Holy Scripture, the "Baptismal Record", and this prayer was often the blessing recited by the executioner when performing the redemption ceremony for heretics.
Ansu calmly used the Blue Holy Sword of Redemption to cut Prince Terry's body, but this was not a punishment, but redemption; this was not killing, but grace.
Because these sentences are written in the scriptures, in history books, and in the soul of every executive officer, what Ansu did was not cruel or rare. It was just common, happening in every town, every city-state, every province, every day, every night, every hour, and every minute. So Ansu was not blasphemous, but sacred.
The sins of the redeemed blasphemers will be forgiven by their blood, and they will finally ascend to heaven happily and enjoy the endless glory of the Lord - this is also written in the holy books of the empire.
However, the target tonight has changed from a lowly wizard to the Prince of Jin Yuan.
And this execution—
No, this redemption will take place in front of all the citizens.
"I cut off the blasphemous face in front of the glorious hall, in order to forgive the sins of all living beings."
Ansu finally cut open Prince Terry's cheek. Since the ceremony began, he had forgotten how many times he had dug. He only remembered that every time he cut, he broke the rotten flesh, and golden flowers bloomed from the flesh. Every time the knife passed, a sea of golden irises bloomed. The young man splashed the fragrance of golden irises wantonly. He destroyed the kingdom of gold in the world of souls, and he tortured the body of the golden iris in the world of creatures.
To pay for the punishment with redemption.
The wriggling flesh worm kept twisting, wailing, and suffering, but it had no right to resent, because this was a redemption, because this was not new in the empire, it was just its turn.
The vast holy light became more and more grand, and the glorious ceremony became more and more brilliant. The blood was the epic mural painted on the wall, the peeled skin was the scarlet carpet on the ground, the piles of corpses were the glorious temple, and the friction between the blade and the flesh and bones was the most sacred symphony. When Prince Terry, who had lost everything, knelt on the ground, Anzu raised the pale blue long blade of salvation and stabbed it towards the prince's head.
In front of the nationwide magic live broadcast, the first golden bud fell into the soil and landed in front of the church.
"God gave the first innocent people golden irises and gave them a kingdom of gold."
An Su finished reading the end of the Baptismal Record, but he smiled and added, "Now, I am here to return the golden iris to God!"
When the golden kite's head fell to the ground, the blessing ceremony that lasted for several hours finally came to an end.
The sky has begun to turn white, but it is still not dawn. This is the boundary between night and day. The gray-white sky covers the end of Jimu, the sparkling Maria River, the prosperous imperial capital with lights just going off, and the light brown fields and dark green mountains in the distance. Countless stars send messages from the gray-white sky to the rivers, fields and mountains of Naraku, as well as the entire world.
On the night of Morning Star, Golden Kite Prince Terry Milton was the first to lose his life.
(End of this chapter)