Chapter 355 "Why did I see a mushroom cloud?"
"So you have your demigod-level fire extinguisher ready?"
When Mr. Devil heard what Ansu said, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Your sense of humor is admirable. You might be more suitable to be a comedian than a senator." He maintained his tense expression, "But please rest assured, under the supervision of our Chaos Management Bureau, the entire courtroom does not have any fire hazards."
"Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?" An Su looked at Mr. Devil suspiciously, "I won't pay any money."
"I'm responsible."
Mr. Devil sneered. He was just a pure-blooded human. The Mother Goddess didn't even look at him. What could go wrong? "Please do your best to show yourself." He said, "No need to hide."
"That's what you said."
Ansu was relieved after getting the promise. He looked at Mr. Devil with admiration in his eyes. He thought that he was a good cadre and leader of the people of the Holy City, with a spirit of dedication. He praised him and said, "You are really a pure-blooded man."
"Hey, don't try that." Mr. Devil was a little proud of being praised, but the people of the whole district were watching, so he coughed again and straightened his face, "Well, even if you praise me like this, I can't be partial to you."
He coughed again, and in return, he complimented An Su politely, "You have quite a few family members."
"Ha, you are too modest, you are more like me." An Su said with a smile, "You are like the whole family."
"This little mouth is as sweet as if it was coated with arsenic." Mr. Devil nodded at An Su. Although this guy was a human being, he had a high emotional intelligence. If the trial failed, he would just leave his body intact.
"Go quickly." Mr. Devil coughed again, "The ritual candle will allow you to see the illusion of the past - you also know this rule."
Anzu nodded.
Seven demigod oil candles have been placed around the altar. These candles are all made from the holy remains of the corresponding demigods after their death. In the free and equal country of Awadh, not only are the bodies of ordinary people sold to be made into various figures, but even the bodies of demigods will be put to good use.
The corpse oil of the demigod Awad, also known as the divine oil of Awad, has the effects of strengthening the body, nourishing yin and qi, and making one vigorous and strong. It is hard to find a drop of it at the auction, but in the courtroom it was luxuriously made into ritual candles, which shows that the scale of this ceremony was grand and rare.
After all, this is the first time that Awad has tried the "pre-elected members" in a hundred years since the fall of the red moon.
In addition to the Awad magic oil candles, there are also a variety of cream cakes made by the little witch placed around the altar, adding a strange and indescribable atmosphere. Just standing in the center of the altar makes people feel trembling all over and mentally collapsed.
Which genius thought of using Luojia's cake as a sacrifice without being afraid of poisoning the Mother Goddess of Life?
Ansu stood among the forbidden offerings, and looking at the cream cake as an offering, he looked a little uncomfortable, which brought back his bad memories of yesterday; the priests who were in charge of presiding over the ceremony saw that Ansu looked uncomfortable, and they knew that this human was frightened by the scene.
Mrs. Smile's mouth cracked into her standard, leisurely smile, and she was waiting for An Su to make a fool of herself.
The result of his own trial has come out. As expected, six of the seven candles were lit, and the brightest two candles, the 'Mother Goddess of Disaster' and the 'Mother Goddess of Life', were as bright as incandescent lamps. This result is an excellent result even in the records of the entire Chaos Theocracy.
Aside from the one from the demon clan and Miss Canglan from the Cult of Life, who was no match for her, Madam Smile’s talent was unmatched among her peers.
No matter how outrageous his behavior was, Ansu was still a human being, and at most he would just show a spark.
After all, this is a demigod-level candle, not one of those cheap goods sold at the border stalls.
Luo Xiaohei also lay on the ground, wagging his tail, and looking at Ansu curiously. She had also tested this so-called Ritual of the Seven Gods in the present world 30,000 years later. Except for the shadow candle, almost all seven candles were lit, and the candlelight dyed half of the night sky as bright as day, causing a sensation in the entire Holy Awadh Kingdom.
The trial ceremony has begun. Ansu walked into the area covered by the ceremony. The first candle represented pain and blood. The holy skull pattern was prominently reflected in front of the candle. As soon as he stepped in, all kinds of painful illusions emerged in front of his eyes. These were all his past experiences. These painful memories constituted the auxiliary trial materials. The young man faced all kinds of painful memories with a smile and calmly.
The last time he passed by the Saint Candle, An Su saw the painful past of his six years of Hengshui career and five years of studying medicine. This time, the Demigod Candle after the advancement, no matter how much pain he experienced, could not knock him down. But slowly, An Su's expression gradually became subtle.
Because of the advancement after five years of medical study,
Is it him? Three years of clinical training! "What a deep pain, what a deep resentment, what a joyful torture"
The faces of the suffering believers present all changed, and the suffering bishop in the spectator booth was even more solemn. "I felt incomparable pain and disaster from that young man, as if it could devour everything."
"He was able to resist turning evil despite the pain. If my analysis is correct," the Bishop of Pain nodded, "this boy is a second-dimensional person."
It was the pain of the second dimension! The pain believers were shocked. You know, the pain of the second dimension is the most painful pain in the world.
With no friends or lover, he indulges himself in the virtual magical world every day, looking at the beautiful and bitter youth of others and trying to put himself into it. He says with disdain but deep in his heart there is only loneliness and longing. He wastes time and years aimlessly every day but never has the courage to go one step further, and is always waiting in self-torture.
And when they are ready to wake up, they will find that their youth is over.
The analysis of the Painful Bishop is correct, because studying medicine is equivalent to watching the second dimension, both are without youth, both are without love, and after waking up (changing majors), they find that their youth is over (their hair has fallen out).
The candle of pain and blood swayed in the wind, flickering and producing a few sparks.
And Ansu's approval rating began to rise again because of the support of the suffering believers.
【30%, 31%】
"Shut up, this doesn't hurt at all! Do you know how much pain I'm in?" Mrs. Smile said coldly, "This level can't even be compared to the pain I'm in!"
The candle of pain behind Mrs. Smile is as bright as a light bulb.
"If you think it's funny to drive to death an infp butterfly girl who has bipolar disorder + severe depression + scars all over her arms + sensitive, delicate, lonely, and crazy + wears a fake smile with a personality mask + severe schizophrenia + cries all day and night, then support Anzu!"
I'm awesome! This guy is even more heavyweight!
The suffering believers quickly turned to Lady Smile.
Ansu's rising momentum slowly stopped again, and the smile on Madam Smile's lips became increasingly gloomy. She looked at Ansu's little flame with disdain and said, "In the realm of pain, you cannot compare to this fairy."
Luo Xiaohei also patted his belly and laughed. She was worried that Ansu would break her record. Now it seems that it is not worth mentioning!
The small flame of the candle of pain swayed in the cold wind and was about to go out at any time. Ansu's memory of suffering in his previous life was over. In the long years that followed, he was a rich second-generation who could not bear the wealth. Although he was rich enough, it did not make the flame of pain fluctuate at all.
After all, those who study medicine have already suffered all the hardships in their next life.
"It's over." Mr. Devil next to him shook his head and urged, "Go to the next candle."
"The sooner the trial is over, the sooner the work will be over."
When everyone thought that Ansu would be nothing more than a small flame, the memory of Ansu's suffering came to the out-of-control Dawn Church - to the River of Life.
—The twenty-one thousand six hundred falls and rises.
[You strongly attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Pain]
At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.
The confused citizens watched the flames stagnate slightly, and the rustling autumn wind caressed the ice crystals on the river surface, making a slightly sharp and suppressed sound. Other than that, the world was silent, with only life flowing slowly. The Painful Cultists were the first to notice something was wrong. They stood up in fear and suspicion, looking around, but they did not sense where the fear came from, they just felt their hearts stagnate for no reason.
It was as if the original pain had descended upon this world at this moment.
It's like an illusion.
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"Look at that candle, look at that candle—" an aristocrat in the viewing gallery screamed, "Look at the candle in front of Ansu!"
Everyone looked at Ansu's candle of pain, and once they saw it, they could no longer look away.
Their eyes were nearly blinded by the light.
After the blinding light and brief blindness, the scene on the altar finally appeared before everyone.
The small flame had disappeared. The frenzied blood-red fire snakes ignited the corpse oil of the demigod. Under the gaze of the Mother Goddess of Pain, thousands of fire snakes scattered out and gathered together to form a vast sea of fire. A high-level defensive array was arranged around the Tribunal, but in just a moment, the alchemical array had been burned through by more than half. All the priests could not believe their eyes. They had been presiding over the court for so many years, but this was the first time they saw someone in such pain! The blood-red flame was the color of blood, and also the color of the Mother Goddess of Pain, symbolizing war, death, and reincarnation.
The citizens outside the courtroom have gone completely crazy, chasing the chaos and watching it all with excitement, looking at the painful sea of blood and fire, this is right, this is interesting, and it is worthy of today's ticket price!
This explosion scene is much more exciting than the painful scars of youth of the INFP fairy!
The other person is a light bulb, but Ansu threw a grenade directly onto the platform, a demigod-level grenade!
[Support rate in the Court of Appeal area: 50%]
In just a moment, Ansu's support rate was halfway down! "Okay." Ansu replied to Mr. Devil as if nothing had happened, "I'll hurry up and get the next candle."
"Hey buddy, wait a minute—" Before Mr. Devil could finish his words, Ansu walked to the northwest of the altar, the area covered by alchemy and human candles.
[You have attracted the attention of the alchemist]
[Trial Court District Support Rate: 60%]
Frozen blood was made into knives, a hybrid version of Plants vs. Zombies, handles were installed on steel doors, cyber human alchemy. Various alchemical experiences emerged, and everyone heard another loud noise coming from the altar, this time it was a incendiary bomb, platinum-colored flames rolled in the northwest, and a small hole had been broken in the alchemical array of the Inquisition, and gunpowder smoke overflowed from the hole, and thick smoke hovered over Awad.
The Tribunal is one of the most luxurious buildings in Awad, and it cost a huge amount of money. All this money was burned! "No! Stop! Stop it now!" Mr. Devil roared.
What he regretted most now was providing demigod-level candles, which was equivalent to preparing demigod-level ammunition for birth.
Once the ceremony begins, unless Ansu, the person being judged, stops it on his own initiative, anyone who stops the ceremony will be considered disrespectful to the gods and will be punished by the gods.
But Mr. Devil feels that this is no different from divine punishment.
"Don't stop, do it now?"
Ansu was surprised at Mr. Devil's magnanimity and quickly walked to the next direction.
Wherever he went, there were explosions. The candle in the southwest was a candle of disaster. Various illusions of fallen angels, flower fairies, and the Black Death emerged in his mind. A deep black flame suddenly erupted from the candle. This time it was a grenade. The black disaster fire bloomed from the divine oil and devoured the remains of the demigod. Layers of cracks spread along the barrier, and the hole opened further.
[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Disaster]
The young man walked quietly in the flames, his long gray hair spread in the air along with the flowing flames, there was no ripple or confusion in his navy blue eyes, countless memories of this life spread out in his eyes, memories of pain, memories of alchemy, memories of disasters, all the past converged into his present, blood-red fire, brilliant golden fire, deep black fire, all the flames turned into gazes staring at him.
Ansu walked on the road paved with flames and gazes, slowly heading towards the end of the long stairs.
Madam Smile was completely dumbfounded. She turned to look at her candle that was as bright as a light bulb, then stared at the sea of fire on the Ansu altar, and felt that her jade syndrome had become more serious.
She suspected that she was still asleep.
At this time, the flames on Ansu's altar were clearly divided into three seas of fire: the blood-red fire of pain, the golden fire of alchemy, and the dark fire of disaster. What made Madam Smile doubt her life the most was that she saw the three flames devouring and impacting each other, causing countless explosions and broken fires.
It's like they're fighting for something.
Not only did Madam Smile notice this strange phenomenon, but all the believers in the Hall of Judgment noticed this anomaly.
"How is this possible? You're overthinking it." Someone murmured to himself. He shook his head. "How could a human being like this be defeated by a god?"
But when Ansu walked in front of the 'Life and Sacrifice' candle, everyone fell silent.
".Why did I see a mushroom cloud?"
(End of this chapter)