Chapter 304 The Gods Have Arrived, and the Mortals Are Crawling (5200)

Who gave it to him!

The eldest prince only felt the pain in his soul as if it was being burned. At this moment, the shock in his heart reached its maximum. The soul and body of the young man in front of him had changed -

Terry saw endless navy blue flames rising from Ansu's back. His long gray hair spread along the lead-colored spiritual sky. The stars in the sky were intertwined. The stars were his eyes at night. At the moment of communion with the dawn, countless eras rise, prosper, and perish from the starlight.

"The Great Sun! Praise the Great Sun!"

That ancient and brilliant voice shouted in the fire, and the illiterate people of the Sun family in the past generations laughed wildly in the long river of life,

“That’s it, all the dog breeds in the world, this prince of Gugou, this unknown imperial power, and his entire imperial capital should be handed over to the Great Sun!!

Those sparks clearly have the same origin as the flames of the sun!

Grand Duke Annan, the Sun Military God.

It was the most powerful demigod knight who kept this flame in Ansu's soul, and it was today!

In this flame, the power of the God of War still remains and has not yet dissipated.

Terry Milton took a few steps back, mentally trying to withdraw from the sea of ​​​​fire. Even his soul did not want to compete head-on with the remnants of the strongest demigod.

But the prince took the initiative to break into Ansu's spirit, and if he wanted to escape now, it would not be so easy.

Ansu stared closely at Prince Terry's soul, and raised the ceremonial scepter in his hand. The tens of thousands of tons of golden power that once pressed on Ansu's soul were burned, melted, and transpired by the flames of the stars. The imperial power was being melted away by the flames in his eyes. Ansu took a step forward, and Prince Terry had to take a step back.

All the nobles, city magistrates and escort knights in the ceremony hall stood up from their seats. They looked at the young man on the steps and saw that the young man was holding the most brilliant and flawless holy light in his arms. Those rays As if to blend into the young man, his side face is so holy and sacred,

Everyone can feel that the glorious goddess has arrived. At this moment, the Son of God is in the ceremony hall, and no one dares to question the glory of the goddess!

Not only the people in the ceremony hall, but also the citizens of the entire empire were paying attention to this scene. They looked at the cursed child in the light. They held their breath, as if they were witnessing the coming of an era. Everyone knew that this means nothing.

If Ansu really completes the ritual, from tonight onwards, all the sins of the Sons of Darkness will cease to exist.

But this does not mean that the empire will prosper. On the contrary, the original balanced order of the various classes of the empire will be completely broken. The glory of the past is all sin. Bottom-up innovation will be launched, sustained by the flesh and blood of the cursed children. The false glory will be exposed to the public again.

Order will be broken——

No one knows how many children of darkness have been slaughtered by the empire in the past thousand years.

Millions, tens of millions,

Or hundreds of millions?

Or maybe more?

For the officials of the provincial city halls, as well as the plutocratic nobles everywhere, the priests and paladins in the municipal churches, this is the situation they least want to see. Only a stable and peaceful society will prosper - —Even if this prosperity is not glorious.

This has been true since time immemorial, so they are right.

At this moment, no matter who takes action, they want Ansu to die.

Anyone can become the Holy Son, but Ansu cannot, because this has been the case since ancient times. They stared at the young man, their turbid yellow eyes like one animal after another, with a ferocious heart like a lion, a cowardice like a rabbit, and a cunning like a fox.

But at the same time, there are also people who hope that Ansu can survive and complete this ritual.

Those uneasy, fearful and timid eyes come from the fields, from the deserted countryside, from the slums in the abandoned streets of the city, from the dark and damp sewer tunnels, from every person who hides darkness and avoids being hunted by the witch-hunting team. Poor families come from orphanages in every state, from secret gatherings and evil wizards, from the empty eyes of every charred corpse on the burning ground, withered grass and grain piles.

In a mansion owned by the Morning Star family on the border, there were also children watching, fearful and uneasy, but waiting with hope. A child named Wellington looked at the young man on the 10,000 steps of the ceremony hall. A year later, he still remembered that the man named Xianzong said to him on that cold rainy night -

I have come to sacrifice their sins.

"Ansu Morningstar, you blasphemer who deceives the world and steals your reputation!"

The soul of the eldest prince gnashed his teeth and cursed in the sparks. A second in the real world was as long as an eternity in the spiritual realm. Most of Terry's soul that had penetrated was burned, and his luxurious and complicated golden kite robe was also burned. Burned to ashes.

"The glorious goddess never loved you."

He stared firmly into Ansu's eyes. His anger at being bitten by the untouchables had surpassed his reason. The untouchables who were not even saints actually tried to usurp the imperial power and usurp the glory of God!

"So in this glorious blessing ceremony, you can't beat me!"

If he hadn't been unable to take action in this world, the prince would have wiped out Ansu.

Damn the Holy See.

Why would he bother to fight with these despicable border people in this spiritual realm?

The glory does not favor the son of darkness at all. The goddess of glory has never loved Anzu, let alone the son of God. All of this is the lies of despicable people, the chaotic lies woven out. They deceived everyone. The saint who was extremely lowly actually betrayed her class and stood on the side of darkness!

It is simply absurd and unreasonable.

The son of darkness is not favored by the glory, so they must be born despicable, so they should die for the noble people. This is the order.

Since the creation of the world, the gods have engraved the sacred and the profane, the honor and the despicable into the blood of mankind. This is the order of Naraku!

Tyree must protect this great order. As the future king of the empire and the first prince, he must guard his land and must kill all the lies of despicable people. This is his responsibility and his justice!

Since he was a child, his sister Cersei asked him, 'What is the so-called justice. ’

Continuing the tradition, maintaining order, and making the imperial power glorious, so that the empire of mankind and the glorious empire will continue to be great in the sea of ​​golden irises, this is his justice!

The usurper Ansu, relying only on the power left by Grand Duke Annan for a short time, tried to rebel, which was really wishful thinking.

“Untouchables,” Prince Terry said coldly, “Kneel down!”

The melted golden power was reshaped, and he no longer retreated from Ansu’s sparks. He threw the overwhelming golden fire at Ansu’s soul. The demigod’s imperial power destroyed Ansu’s spiritual world, extinguished all the flames, turned them into gold, and forged them into the fire pattern of the golden iris scepter.

Prince Terry’s soul was being burned by the sparks, but at the same time, Ansu’s soul was also crushed by the scepter.

He was a demigod, and Ansu was just a saint—even just a quasi-saint. A sixteen-year-old boy, his willpower was definitely not enough to support this demigod-level battle.

What's more, Milton's bloodline is blessed by the goddess.

As long as this glorious ceremony continues, Terry can get continuous recovery from the holy light.

And if Ansu ends this ceremony, it will be just as Terry wishes. Whether advancing or retreating, only he can win.

Under the scepter of the Golden Kite Imperial Power, Ansu's soul felt falling again, constantly falling into the abyss, infinite pressure on his soul, and the pressure of the soul also fell on his body. Blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his dark blue eyes were even more infected with blood. The imperial power was oppressing his soul and making him kneel to something that did not exist!

But the whereabouts of the soul, Ansu has experienced 21,600 times.

Holding the vast holy light in his arms, Ansu lowered his eyes, and the eye shadow was scattered in his eyes, and the specific expression of the boy could not be seen clearly.

In Merlin's magic shield, he still couldn't see Lorga's appearance. At the beginning of the ceremony, Ansu was still thinking about what kind of clothes Lorga was wearing, maybe the usual snow-white pleated skirt, or the dark-colored dress she wore during the day, or the plain nun's robe that was washed a little white.

Since the beginning of the ceremony, they have been one step away from each other, not far or close, so Ansu didn't know what dress Lorga was wearing.

Until now, when he touched the little saint, he could roughly guess her clothes today.

The texture of the fabric is lighter than the pleated skirt, as thin as the thin snow melting on the fingertips, softer than the dress, as soft as cotton candy, thinner than the nun's robe, with a shasha texture, as light as snow, as soft as sugar, and as warm as sand.

——Maybe it's a gorgeous and delicate white gauze.

Just like her eyes.

But Luo Jia knew that she was just a little girl from a small border town. Only when she was hidden and no one could see her, could she muster up the courage to hold her little thoughts and carefully walk side by side with An Su in the pure white ceremony hall, not too far or too close, not too fast or too slow, and smile lightly.

The bright candlelight swayed her eyes, and the hem of the white gauze skirt dragged flower-like ripples on the sacred long steps. The little saint lowered her footsteps and heartbeats, and walked barefoot with An Su in the same pace. She might be laughing. The bitter and timid young thoughts, only she knew, that must be the taste of blueberries.

Merlin's magic covered everything, so no one knew, An Su couldn't see it, only she understood this feeling, and only she remembered it, but that was enough.

Luo Jia hid herself, so she had the courage.

"You have money to buy this dress," An Su whispered, "but don't you have money to pay off your debt?"

He could imagine Luo Jia buying clothes. Maybe she took out her private savings that she had saved for a long time. Maybe she couldn't go to the cake shop for several months. She must have spent a long time choosing clothes alone in front of the window. When she was choosing, she might have lowered her snow-white eyes, and her rime-like eyelashes covered her expression.

Maybe when she finished buying, dusk had already fallen. Maybe there was a rosy cloud behind her, or maybe a touch of sky-blue sea. In short, when she chose, the ceremony was about to begin.

So she wore a gorgeous dress, but covered her appearance. She came to the first step of the ceremony hall, quietly waiting for the arrival of the boy, lowering her head and holding the corner of her clothes, waiting for the opening of the grand ceremony.

Even so, this white gauze was no longer useful.

It must have been stained with blood-just like a field of red blood falling on the pure white snow. Blood cannot be washed away with water, but can only be washed with the blood of others.

An Su raised his eyes and looked at Terry Milton.

"Terry Milton, everything you said is right. But you only got one thing wrong." Ansu said calmly.

"It's all nonsense! You're just a fake!"

In the spiritual world, Terry said coldly, with a crazy and righteous look on his lips, "Untouchable, kneel down!"

"You are wrong, I am not unfavored by the goddess -"

The young man looked at Terry, and the brightest brilliance rose in his navy blue eyes. He pointed the god's authority at the golden scepter, and embracing the brilliance, Ansu said softly,

"She has already shared this scepter with me."

When he came to participate in this ceremony, he actually made a preliminary plan, but it was abandoned.

He has used this method before. When he was still in the border church, he took advantage of the reusability of models and wore the title 'Birthperson' given by the Mother Goddess of Life on his head in the name of the Goddess of Glory.

For mortals, the effects of the gods' gazes are similar. If the gazes of multiple gods gather together, even sacrifices will have difficulty distinguishing the true from the false. What's more, this ceremony will not be held in this world, but in their spirits.

From the beginning, Ansu had no intention of offering gifts only to the glorious goddess. As Terry said, he admitted that he was a despicable person.

In his previous life, holding a grand blessing ceremony consumed resources and energy beyond imagination, so Ansu developed an evil blessing plan and dedicated it to several goddesses at the same time in one ceremony. Only in this way can efficiency be maximized.

The same ceremony can attract blessings from several gods.

The ceremonial hall has never limited the ceremony to whom it is dedicated. Since the royal family and the Holy See have spent so much resources to hold this grandest blessing ceremony, the right time, place and people have arrived, let the ceremony reach its climax!

Terry Milton, since you said that the Cursed Son is born evil, that's what you want.

Ansu pierced the blasphemed light into his soul, and the water of the long river of life began to boil. Countless sparks gathered in Ansu's eyes. The power and power of this world, the glory and grace of this world, have all been exhausted. Gathered in the young man’s scepter——

"I renounce the law of order and believe in the ladder of chaos."

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Chaos]

"I abandon the natural forest and believe in the long river of life."

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Life]

"I abandon the palace of glory and believe in the path of pain."

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Pain! 】

Ansu's soul gave a completely opposite message to his body!

Crazy, crazy.

Terry looked at everything around him with a horrified and gray face. Under the grand ceremony in the ceremonial hall, Ansu called out the names of the three pillars of the Tantric Cult. He had never thought that there would be such a blasphemous and crazy behavior. It's not just blasphemy, it's rebellion that despises everything, denies everything, and subverts everything.

Ansu does not believe in gods. From the beginning, he has placed himself on the same level as gods. His arrogance has already regarded himself as a god!

What frightened Terry the most was that the sight of the three mother goddesses really heard Ansu's call and came here. Ansu was the chosen god of the secret sect. In the spiritual world, there is not only the holy light of the Glory Goddess, Terry's soul has long lost the blessing of the holy light.

Without the glorious blessing as a reply, Prince Terry's spirit began to be burned by sparks, and the pain from his soul was deeply imprinted in his heart, but it was clear that his imperial power was also pressing on Ansu, but that The young man did not waver at all.

As if these pains are just ordinary.

Terry couldn't even understand why Ansu's will could persist, why he could persist until now. He was clearly just a despicable pariah, he was just a sixteen-year-old child, why could he persist!

He shouldn't be fighting with Anzu in the spiritual world. He should have killed the cursed child in reality long ago. This can be done easily. Now maybe it's still too late to kill him in reality, even if there are half as many Merlin and others. God's obstruction, as long as you act quickly enough——

Killing Ansu in reality, openly and in front of everyone during the live broadcast, will bring the situation to the most chaotic ending, which means that he has completely failed.

but

Even if this goes against 'justice', even if it will completely cause division on the border, even if it will bring the contradictions in the empire to the top, even if it will lead to the complete destruction of the honor of the Milton royal family, he must take action.

Because Terry understood that if he didn't take action, it would be difficult for his consciousness to get out of Ansu's spiritual world.

But the eyes of the Three Mother Goddess were directed at the prince, making him unable to move in fear.

In front of Terry's eyes, the sky had been completely disrupted. The ceremony was like a huge voodoo farm, with the eyes of the evil god and the righteous god intertwined and competing with each other. The color of the soul is chaotic. In Ansu's spiritual world, all right and wrong are reversed. Only the ladder stretches to the end of Jimu and all the way to the sky.

In the spiritual world, there is the ladder of chaos, the long river of life, and the path of pain.

Ansu stood in the midst of all the blood and darkness, with his arms spread wide and his navy blue eyes full of madness.

In the real world, there are vast blessings, glorious palaces, and sacred steps.

The young man's body was bathed in the endless glory of the goddess, and his profile was so solemn and holy.

"The gods have arrived——"

But whether it was the present world or the spirit, the soul or the body, Ansu raised his eyes and looked at Terry Milton, at the royal authority that made all the untouchables kneel down, at the entire imperial capital in the distance, and at the starry sky at the end of the sight. Ansu raised the ritual scepter towards them.

"Mortal."

He raised the scepter and ordered the world-

"Prostrate."

Terry felt the sparks burning his soul, the flames poured in from his nose, mouth, and eye sockets, spread from his blood vessels and throat, and then spread to the five internal organs and six internal organs of his soul.

Without the blessing of glory, his will could no longer support his justice, and he could no longer endure this pain. The royal power of the Golden Iris continued to collapse, and finally prostrated on the ground.

If you ask the untouchables to kneel down, then let the mortals prostrate first.

His soul was smeared with charcoal, and his golden eyes were burned out, just like the empty eye sockets of every charred corpse at the stake in every state, every city, and every town.