Chapter 356 The Little Boy Above the Courtroom

How did I see a mushroom cloud? Mr. Devil’s soul was giving a warning, and this incredible vision appeared in his spiritual vision.

Lighting a candle can't possibly blow up my courtroom, right?

Mr. Devil felt the inexplicable palpitations and stared at the young man on the altar.

His long gray hair was blown up by the smoke, his noble white shirt rustled in the wind, his back was straight, his dark boots were standing upright on his heels, and his dark blue eyes were filled with calmness and kindness. If you ignore the blazing fire behind him and the deep red moonlight spreading along the sky, the boy is simply anthropomorphic.

Ansu stood before the candle of life. There was silence on the altar, as if everything was just an illusion and the demigod-level candle of life had not yet burned.

“It must be fake.”

"Didn't it happen that nothing happened?"

"The candles weren't lit."

“Life is the most discerning, and humans don’t conform to it.”

The priests were uncertain.

Logically speaking, the life trial should have failed, but the people knew in their hearts that Ansu's birth could not be judged by common sense, especially when they saw the crimson moonlight falling from the sky, covering and watering all the sacrifices, they knew that all this was the calm before the storm. The moonlight was the gaze, and the gaze of the gods had completely fallen from the starry sky.

But why was the demigod candle not lit? This was the question in everyone's mind.

It's totally against common sense. The divine oil refined from the corpse of a demigod is the highest standard of sacrifice.

Even the most authoritative priest on the scene could not explain such a phenomenon. He could only regard it as thunder with little rain, or that Ansu had angered the Mother Goddess. Madam Smile was happy to see Ansu in trouble. She looked at the boy with a smile and had already come to a conclusion in her heart. How could a mere useless human be more delicious than a fairy like her?

Even if the gaze of life fell, I would not light a candle for him.

Only An Su vaguely understood what was going on.

He bathed in the gentle crimson moonlight, staring at the candle of life, took out a dagger from his waist, cut a deep cut along the palm of his hand, and trickled deep red blood out of the wound. Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, An Su took a step forward and dripped the blood onto the candle.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The blood melted in the flames, making a sizzling sound.

The boy's blood was the sacrifice, covered by the flames, and then swallowed into the crimson red moon! Lady Smile widened her eyes, wondering why her blood was spilled on it. "Everyone..." In full view of everyone, Ansu opened his bloody hands, as if embracing the world, and as if playing an organ, "Let Awad be great again!"

As the young man finished speaking, the moonlight spread out across the sky, covering the entire hall and even the entire Judgment Square with crimson moonlight!

【Delicious kids!!】

The citizens of the Tribunal looked at the candle of "Life and Sacrifice" in horror. Its crimson candle flame continued to collapse inwards. The demigod fuel was completely melted at this moment, and the flame collapsed into a small red dot. When the remains of the demigod were compressed to the extreme, it exploded! At this moment, the already broken alchemy array was completely broken!

The shattered magic circuit and alchemical matrix,

The young man stood at the center of the explosion, with a cold smile on his lips. His delicate and fair cheeks seemed to be stained with sunset glow under the firelight. His luxurious aristocratic robe dragged on the ground with his long gray hair. The crimson flames and the crimson moonlight gently wrapped him, giving people a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

In the eyes of the Mother Goddess of Life: a delicious little boy.

In the eyes of the secret believers: the little boy of the American Empire! When Anzu dripped his blood on the demigod candle, everyone saw a dazzling and blinding white light. Before the dazzling white light dissipated, billowing smoke rose up, and a small mushroom cloud enveloped the top of the Tribunal. Then the sea of ​​fire poured out. The dome of the Tribunal had been completely opened. The hard and expensive obsidian dome could not withstand the impact at all. The priests who were a little closer had no time to escape. They were swallowed by the crimson flames and turned into charcoal and blown away by the wind.

This was the first time in the hundreds of years of history of the Seven Gods Ritual that the sacred oil candle was completely ignited.

No one has ever been able to do this.

Its power is equivalent to a fatal blow from a demigod.

According to common sense, the demigod's divine oil would be used entirely as a ritual sacrifice to the descending esoteric god, but this time it was extremely strange. The god did not take the demigod's blood at all. He lit all the candles and then took other things as sacrifices.

——That is Anzu’s blood.

No one could believe this fact: in the eyes of the Mother Goddess of Life, Ansu’s blood was more delicious than the blood of a demigod’s corpse!

Damn it! Mr. Devil was filled with regret. He should have embezzled the money earlier.

It was all because he was so angry with An Su this time that he wanted to deal with this guy, so he violated the traditional virtues of the Chaos Theocracy and applied to the parliament for approval of the Demigod Candle, but did not replace it with an inferior one! If he had replaced it with an inferior saint oil candle, it would not have been so powerful.

This was the punishment from the Mother Goddess for his violation of traditional virtues.

Mr. Devil wailed in his heart: I finally became honest for once, but you made me lose so completely.

The explosion was far from over. The alchemical matrix had been blown into pieces, and the fire of the gods on the altar poured into the courtroom, first engulfing the nearest priest. Then a second explosion broke out, with even bigger smoke and more flames, directly engulfing the judges in the first row, and then covering the higher-level officials and nobles.

Those high-ranking nobles were completely dumbfounded. Didn't they just reject Ansu's joining? Did they explode? They never thought that watching a show could be life-threatening. They just came to watch the fun, not to become part of it.

The explosion was too close and too fast. Even if someone reacted in time and deployed magical protection, they would not be able to resist the fire of the demigod. The fire of the demigod could burn everything in its path and was enough to devour these warlocks.

The most despairing thing is that the second explosion was just the beginning.

The remaining judges looked at the altar with horror. They had lived for several lifetimes and had never seen such a terrifying and bizarre vitality. They blinked their eyes, suspecting that they were hallucinating.

Because they saw the crimson flame, the symbol of life, fighting with the flames of other gods.

Why are you still protecting your food? It's still one versus three!

The crimson flame first beat up the deep black flame of 'Disaster', then slapped the alchemical flame of 'Gold', and then wrestled with the swiftest and largest blood-red flame 'Pain'. Every collision of flames would ignite a surge, and every engulfment of flames would bloom with death. Crimson and blood-red splashed together, and gold and deep black were annihilated together. This time, not only did the candle of life explode, but the other candles also exploded completely, and mushroom clouds rose up one after another.

It's like a chain reaction. Once the candle of life is ignited, the other candles will explode as well!

The Inquisition continued to tremble as the flames devoured and merged each other. This sacred building with a history of tens of thousands of years was destroyed in the fire.

No one except the demigods could stop the fire. But the demigods in the spectator seats only looked at it, and their real bodies were not in the judgment hall.

This is a big deal. Mr. Devil is sweating profusely.

"Curse! Curse! Curse!"

All the officials of the Inquisition, except for the lunatics of the Cult of Life, showed expressions of joy and ecstasy. They could not wait to watch the divine flame. They stared at the young man on the altar with ecstasy, opened their arms and parted their lips, and threw themselves into the flame of life with full expectation. When they were burned and devoured by the flame, they cheered crazily:

"That's a cursed child! That's cursed blood!"

"Dedicate all your lives to the Son of the Curse!"

[Ansu Morningstar support rate, 60%]

【70 percent】

【Eighty percent! 】

The crazy words of the Cursed Son of Life Cultist before his death awakened Mr. Devil.

He had never thought about it that way.

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Unlike the present world where Anzu lives, this is Naraku 30,000 years ago.

Just as the [Sons of Blessing] have not yet been born, the first generation of [Sons of Curse] has never appeared in this world, but only exists in the apocalypse of God, 'After the fall of the red moon, the era of curse and blessing coexist. The first offspring will be born from blood and fire.'

The Awadh Theocracy has never had even the Sons of Darkness, let alone the Sons of Curse.

The first generation of cursed children inherited the origin of life, and their cursed bloodline was the strongest. Only the blood of the first generation of cursed children could make the Mother Goddess of Life abandon the demigod's divine oil.

'Ansu is the first generation of cursed child.' Mr. Devil had never thought of this possibility. It was not his problem. The priests and scholars of the entire Awad Theocracy would not think that a cursed child would be a human. In the academic community's conception, cursed children would only be born from the darkest and most chaotic races.

How could it be human?

How could he be a human? And how could he be Ansu! Yesterday, he was full of blessings and glory, and was even suspected of being the "Son of Blessing". The entire nation of Awad saw it. How could he be completely overturned overnight! To some extent, Mr. Devil's guess was half right. Ansu was indeed not the first generation of the cursed child. He was the cursed child 30,000 years later, the last descendant of the curse. He was far from the first generation - that's what common sense says.

But when he jumped into the river of life 20,000 times and his soul was contaminated by the breath of the origin, common sense was overturned.

'Naraku' is a test and judgment given by the gods, and Anzu is already qualified to wear the crown.

"Human, stop it! You win!"

Mrs. Smile could no longer smile. Her whole face seemed to be cracked. People were constantly being burned to death, but Mrs. Smile did not care about their lives. She only cared about her own declining support rate. If more people died, she would step down completely.

Once the trial ceremony begins, no one can stop it unless the person being tried voluntarily gives up.

"In the name of the 'Chief Judge and Pre-Saint', I order this ceremony to stop immediately." Madam Smile stared at Ansu's face, "This ceremony is over. You win. Stop it immediately!"

"It's not that I lost to you, it's just for the sake of the overall situation."

It was undoubtedly a humiliation for Mrs. Smile to admit defeat voluntarily.

In the eyes of the lady, it was undoubtedly an honor for the latter to have the great leader of the right faction, the noble dark race, surrender to a pure-blooded human.

The burned chaos nobles and judges, including vampires, deep sea demons, dark elves, rainbow elves and other high-level dark races, these adults who were invited to watch the ceremony also issued instructions,

"I agree to Madam Smile's proposal to withdraw Anzu's trial. You have passed our review."

All seats in the tribunal passed the proposal and voted unanimously to revoke the trial of Ansu.

According to the procedure, Ansu is already innocent and there is no need to continue the ceremony.

But no matter how the judges called out, Ansu remained unmoved. He stood calmly in the sea of ​​fire, watching the flames devour the judges calmly, his navy blue eyes without the slightest fluctuation.

"Ansu, stop!"

"This trial is over."

"If you continue like this, you will be betraying the parliament! And the people!"

"You are making an enemy of all our nobles and the family behind us. You better think about it!"

"This is your last warning. Our trial of you is over!"

The judges' orders became more and more urgent and angry, but Ansu seemed not to hear them. He let these bigwigs make noisy noises and tilted his head. His long gray hair fell down.

"My Lords."

Ansu's body was bathed in the firelight and the endless crimson moonlight. His profile was so sacred and so seductive. He opened his arms and smiled, raising his hands. "Your judgment of me is over, but my judgment of you has just begun."

"So you have no right to cancel this ceremony—"

The bright flames burst out, smearing all the brilliance with blasphemy. Every piece of glass and every step was ignited. The sea of ​​fire fell down along the broken dome of the Tribunal. Life, alchemy, pain, disaster, four-color flames surrounded the dark nobles and judges. Since the establishment of the Tribunal, there has never been such a grand sea of ​​fire.

"Mr. Devil, Ms. Smile—"

Ansu was clearly standing at the lowest seat in the courtroom, but under the reflection of the bright fire behind him, his shadow was standing at the top of the courtroom. His shadow covered the entire world. From then on, no one was above Ansu.

"I am your chief judge."

The young man smiled calmly and stepped into the realm of the [Chaos] candle! (End of this chapter)