Chapter 373 "You've Got Your Death Already Written!"
Too Tang.
An Su's expression became more serious. He didn't expect that the first opponent to appear tonight would be so cruel.
The Council of Chaos is indeed the heart of Awad, where gods and men are as numerous as dogs, and sugar men are everywhere. The level of chaos is ahead of the entire era.
"Who is 21,600 Jiro?"
A deep and majestic voice echoed from above the stairs.
After a long time without any response, His Majesty Don Quixote just stood there and snorted coldly, "Chaotic Review!"
The vast and boundless pressure of the law was overwhelming, and the [Censorship] law covered half of the Witch Courtyard. The noble children on one floor were all shocked by the degree of chaos of this law.
[Sacred Level. Chaos Law]
【Review of the Law】
[Core of the Law: Safety, Clarity, and Order]
Authority One:
[Based on the principle of respecting women, all living beings covered by the law will be examined and judged. Except for the hands and feet, the exposed parts below the neck cannot be described.]
[Note: As we all know, the Chaos Parliament is a parliament that can be shown to children]
Apart from the hands and feet, only the neck area is allowed to be described.
What's below the neck is indescribable.
It is just that you can only write about the things above the head, in order to make people feel excited, so nowadays people are becoming more and more depressed! No wonder so many Xiao Chunan narrators like to describe the jailer, and the onlookers below slander him as a Chunan foot control. No one can understand and appreciate the good intentions and humiliation behind him. Those people below only know about the jailer, and they think others like him even though they like him. It is really too much.
It was all forced.
An Su sighed softly. He was a kind and selfless boy. He couldn't bear to see the world being so unfair and good people being wronged.
With this in mind, he glanced at Miss Luojia to check whether she had violated the law.
Miss Luojia was wearing a matching autumn dress, with dark chiffon lining next to her skin, and a dark black shawl on the outside, with sparkling white diamonds dotted on the hem.
As a saint, she attended the banquet with her body covered tightly, exuding an elegant and noble temperament. The only exposed part of her body was the open-toed high heels under her skirt. The slender cloth straps were wrapped around the arch of her foot, and the light blue veins were faintly visible against her fair skin, like a touch of white moonlight in the dark night.
"Why are you looking at my feet?" Miss Luojia took half a step back and retracted her feet.
"Nonsense." An Su said righteously, and he glanced at him again, "I'm not that kind of person."
"Just to check if you've broken the law."
He shifted his gaze and looked at Associate Councillor Tang Quixote in the center of the Law, and said, "I can sense that this Law is not good."
As the law loomed, all the noble ladies on the first floor were panicked. Most of them were dressed coolly, boldly and charmingly. The slightly more conservative ones wore long backless skirts, revealing most of their fair bare backs. The bolder ladies just wrapped themselves with some cloth bags. They thought they could take this opportunity to win over the congressmen and get close to the nobles. However, they never thought that at this moment, they were actually violating the censorship law.
The consequences of breaking the law are simple—
Under the censorship law, no nudity below the neck can be seen.
So it can't appear.
In just a moment, blood splattered everywhere! The white skin bloomed into bloody ripples, rippling fishy waves in the night sky, and the delicate heads were raised high, fluttering in the evening breeze like snow-white butterflies. One head after another was raised in the air. They all lost the parts below the neck, as if they were eaten out of thin air. In just a moment, dozens of heads were lined up in a row and then fell to the ground.
In the chilly wind, their eyes lost their color.
Death, death without any warning, death without any reason.
This is the opening of tonight’s tea party.
Death and blood stimulated all the spectators. All the confused citizens outside the stadium burst into cheers like a landslide and a tsunami. No one cared about the life of the dead girl. In fact, this was exactly what they expected to see! This was what they wanted to see!
Ignite the chaos to its peak, ignite the chaos to its peak, the chaotic citizens cheered the name of Don Quixote in unison. At this moment, the support rate of this candidate congressman increased instead of decreased.
"Long live the Tang people! Long live the Tang people!"
What a show of power! The nobles who were watching this scene showed bloodthirsty smiles. They all looked at Don Quixote with admiration. As the saying goes, those who don't cause trouble are mediocre, while those who cause trouble everywhere are Tang people. Don Quixote has inherited the essence of his Tang family.
If this child grows up, he may be able to regain the authority of the ancestor of the Tang family and examine the world with the power of the law.
No matter whether the people around him admired or feared him, His Majesty Don Quixote still walked calmly in the sticky blood and through the jungle of heads. His gorgeous tuxedo dragged on the ground, the tail swaying in the bright firelight, and at the corner of his mouth in the shadow, a kind and happy smile appeared.
He stood in the light as he smiled, and the candlelight in the dome made his smile look extremely bright and sacred.
Obviously, he was satisfied with his actions because he had contributed to purifying the chaotic environment of the holy city. All the filthy and low-level garbage were driven out, leaving the parliament hall clear and bright, so bright that even children could see it.
Until now, His Majesty Don Quixote has never admitted that he is the 'Saint of Chaos'. He has always believed from the bottom of his heart that he is a genuine Glorious Saint, a true Glorious Saint.
Being confused but not knowing it is the most confusing fact.
As long as he continues to climb up and becomes a member of the Parliament of Chaos, he will be able to push his own censorship laws to the entire Avadh Theocracy. Then, the evil and disorderly chaotic era will pass, and the bright and clear glorious era will come. And he himself will be forever engraved in the glorious history like a savior and turned into an immortal monument.
The arrival of the era of great censorship - this is Don Quixote's great dream.
But now, standing in the way of his dream, there is a filth that needs to be [examined].
"Who is 21,600 Jiro!"
Don Quixote said in a deep voice, his Tang eyes looked around at everyone under the stairs, and finally, the cold gaze fell on Ansu, the malice came over and crushed him, "So enviable, cough, so despicable, you have already found the way to your death!"
If the star is more powerful than you, you are doomed to die.
Anything can lead to your death. An Su's face darkened.
"'Ten years of hands flowing into a hundred years of tears, Chu Nan regrets but I don't'." Don Quixote recited the poem that An Su had recited outside in a low voice, and snorted again, "What a big tone, [Chun Nan] is a sensitive word, block it!"
[Sacred Level. Chaos Law]
【Review of the Law】
The second authority,
[Based on the principle of maintaining a clear and bright environment in the Holy City, all words covered by censorship laws will be censored and judged, and illegal content will not be displayed]
[Note: As we all know, the Chaos Council is a council that can be listened to by children]
You.
An Su tried to say that sentence again, but found that he could not say it anymore. The words on his lips became [Dear Mr. An Su, your words. You can appeal]
[Note: If you violate the rules more than three times, you will be banned permanently]
It’s been blocked.
For a moment, the whole courtyard fell silent.
Outside the magic screen, all the citizens stopped cheering. They widened their eyes, held their breath, and stared at the scene in front of them intently.
It didn't matter to Senator Don Quixote to kill a few women, as the chaotic citizens regarded it as an entertainment activity; but he took the initiative to use the law against Ansu and banned the latter from speaking, and the atmosphere of the scene instantly became solemn.
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Because Ansu is also a quasi-parliamentarian, which is the second level equivalent to Don Quixote, Ansu is also the protagonist of this tea party.
This was the biggest conflict since the tea party began, with the fourth-place candidate challenging the fifth-place candidate.
People all over the country are watching this scene. If Ansu cannot respond, he will lose the people's confidence, his support rate will plummet, and all the votes lost by Ansu will go to the Tang family.
Time seemed to have stopped. Inside and outside the Witch's Courtyard, orange candles were burning brightly. The blood-red setting sun shone through the windows of the dome, dividing the courtyard into two parts of light and darkness. Standing in the upper light, Councillor Don Quixote was also standing at the pinnacle of the law. He raised his head frivolously, squinted his eyes, and looked down at Ansu with a playful look - this garbage that needed to be eliminated and purified on the road to glory.
And Ansu also raised his head and stared at Don Quixote.
To everyone's surprise,
Despite being provoked in this way, there was not a trace of anger or dissatisfaction in An Su's eyes. He was not angry. On the contrary, the boy's eyes were calm and natural, without any extra emotional fluctuations. The only thing left was friendliness and gentleness.
With a kind smile on his face, Ansu calmly analyzed the [Censorship Law]. From the two known manifestations, the final conclusion is that the first is killing, and the second is silencing.
Divine-level laws generally have three rules, just like Anzu's Glorious Judgment has three circuits, and the remaining rule is still unknown.
Whether it is the laws of chaos or the laws of order, they all have their own set of internal self-governing rules that apply to everyone. As long as you do not violate the rules of the law, you will not be punished.
Similar to the rule talk.
The first censorship law is that no skin below the neck can be exposed; the second law is that no sensitive words that are prohibited can be spoken.
These two points seem easy to follow, but they are not.
First, even if the whole body is wrapped tightly, as long as Don Quixote deliberately destroys the enemy's clothes, any part "below the neck" exposed will be erased by the law; and second, sensitive words are not clear and ambiguous, even the person himself does not know that he has violated the ban, and the most terrifying thing is the usage of "revenge later".
Ansu's words were clearly said a long time ago, but Don Quixote later learned the original words and was still able to ban them.
If you are not blocked then, you may be blocked again in the future!
This is the horror of censorship law.
Once sealed three times, one will no longer be able to speak in the area, and all chanting magic will be unusable.
A very powerful law of chaos, worthy of being the heir of the ancient Tang family.
Despite this, Ansu's smile became calmer. Judging from the authority revealed so far, the censorship law is not invincible.
All laws apply equally to both casters and practitioners; this is the basic rule.
So all you have to do is destroy Don Quixote's clothes!
Don Quixote saw Ansu's actions and instantly understood what he wanted to do. He smiled disdainfully and said arrogantly,
"Country bumpkin, my clothes are all made of sacred magical materials, sewn from tens of thousands of years old magical beast bones. Their properties are such that no weapon in the world can destroy them."
He stood in the light, he stood on the stairs, casting a huge shadow on everyone on the stairs, and he would surely realize his glorious dream! "And you filthy creatures, just stay silent forever in front of my glory."
The Tang family is indeed scary, but our border-born group is no pushover either.
When it comes to stripping off clothes, they have a legendary special attack weapon.
Ansu turned around and looked at Arthur, who had also been imprisoned once. In order to protect his temple, this guy had wrapped himself in a thick coat, and his whole body was wrapped up like a dumpling. It seemed that those chaotic lunatics had left a deep shadow on him.
Thanks to these guys, Arthur was not censored.
"Brother Arthur, enjoy your life." In order to avoid being banned, An Su sent a message directly to Arthur.
The Sun Family has passed down the Sun Flame from generation to generation. The Sun Flame of Annan Taigong was called "Big Sun Man", so Ansu named Arthur's Sun Flame "Little Day".
Holy level sun fire, easy life.
Feature 2: [Any armor that comes into contact with it will be burned to ashes by the sun’s flames]
Raise a child for a thousand days, use him for a moment! "You have already found a way to die!"
After being silenced once, Arthur had long disliked Don Quixote, and he immediately activated the little day under his crotch, and the sun fire burned fiercely. This supreme and powerful flame instantly filled the entire Witch Courtyard and crushed towards Don Quixote, the crown who stood at the pinnacle and brightest point of the law.
Don Quixote smiled disdainfully at first, but when he recognized the fire in Arthur's crotch, his expression changed instantly.
"no."
Before he could finish his words, the fire of the sun engulfed him! The unimaginable high temperature penetrated his armor, and the deep red flames burned his bones to a scorched yellow. In just a few blinks, the scorched yellow faded to gray, and the ashes flew up with the wind. Whether it was his coat, shirt, or the hem of his boots, they all quickly turned into ashes.
Under the watchful eyes of the public, in the Witch Courtyard of divine glory, in the broadcast of tens of millions of magic screens, in the eyes of tens of millions of chaotic citizens of the Chaos Theocracy—
A naked man appeared in front of him.
(End of this chapter)