Chapter 300 Ansu's Coronation (4800)

There are so many immortals.

Ansu looked at the seven gods on the third floor with a blank expression.

He felt that everyone was in a mess: the Order Bishop who used his hair as the ‘Sword of Damocles’, the Druid Demigod who summoned the ‘Spring Wind Elf’, the two sisters of Chastity and Healing of the Membrane Restoration Method, the senior two-dimensional star messenger, the Copper Refining Bishop of the Copper Refining Church, and Merlin, who was the heavyweight among the heavyweights.

Ansu was observing the seven bishops, and the seven bishops were also observing him, a boy of only sixteen years old.

After the saints passed the promotion exam and became deacons, they had a chance to re-choose their faith - that is, to change their jobs, and they could change their doors and transfer to other bishops. After each deacon was promoted, that is, when the seven major churches competed for the re-enrollment of believers, they had to complete the annual enrollment quota.

This year was particularly unfortunate. Apart from the cat Luo Xiaohei, only five saints passed the promotion exam. As the top of the list, Ansu would naturally be fought over by various churches.

The seven bishops were willing to attend such a ceremony, and they all had their own thoughts.

There is no doubt that this young man is a rare genius in the church, and his future is limitless.

And he is very popular.

Bishop Xius's eyes narrowed. He saw Ansu's long gray hair, which was thin and shiny. He also knew what brand he used. He was so elegant and chic. It was said that not long ago, he held a bishop's account fraud for the sake of justice. He was a good seedling for an order sword cultivator and should join their order church.

Let Ansu worship Bishop Xius as his teacher, and discuss the relationship between hairstyle and sword style every day;

The druid demigod forest elder listened to Ansu's pulse through the air, thinking that young people are full of vitality and active, and the spring breeze elves like this kind of young people the most, suitable to inherit his mantle, and should join their druid church,

Let Ansu worship the forest elder as his teacher, and practice the mystery of the spring breeze elves day and night;

The two sisters who are good at membrane magic saw Ansu, their eyes were full of interest, and their peripheral vision flashed from Count Kaluo, and they had a slightly ambiguous bad woman smile on their mouths. This boy will definitely inherit the Morning Star family, and he should join the Chastity Church or the Healing Church.

Let Ansu worship Healing Chastity as his teacher and practice the way of membrane magic.

Bishop Morgan of the Alchemy Bishop looked at Ansu, a fragrant child. He should join the Alchemy Church,

Let Ansu worship Bishop Morgan as his teacher and understand the mystery of alchemy.

The absolutely neutral celestial messenger saw the eyes of the three female bishops next to him. He thought for a moment and seemed to understand something. His envy in his heart became stronger. Damn Ansu, so enviable and so hateful, he should be caught and locked up in the celestial space for a hundred years and join the celestial church.

Let the celestial messenger worship Ansu as his teacher and study the nematode avenue.

The last bishop, Merlin Andre of the Glorious Bishop, looked at Ansu coldly. This kid falsified his accounts to the Glorious Church, and his vacation was adjusted again! It has always been subordinates who adjust their vacations, how can leaders adjust their vacations! With such low ideological awareness and no knowledge of progress, he should be cut into pieces and get out of the Glorious Church!

Let Bishop Merlin defeat Ansu as a corpse and make progress again in the next life!

The other six cardinals, looking at Merlin's burning eyes, knew that the God of Law was particularly fond of Ansu and would definitely not let him go easily.

They saw Merlin's attitude. They were all colleagues, so it was not easy to force him.

In addition, the nature of this ceremony made the bishops doubtful and even gave up the idea.

This time, the ceremony was performed by the third princess of the empire, the Saint of the Imperial City, the 'Golden Kite Princess' who personally baptized and crowned Ansu.

Indeed, all saints are qualified to preside over the ceremony.

But the nature of the Saint of the Imperial City is special. Ten years ago, Cersei Milton was able to become the Saint of Falor, which was the result of the multi-party operation and interest exchange between the royal family and the Glorious Church. At that time, it also set off an uproar of opposition within the Church, which was regarded as the first attempt of the royal power to confuse the divine power.

The result of the mediation of many parties is that Cersei can only be the Saint of the city of Falor, and cannot go further and become the Saint of the Glorious Church.

Despite such restrictions, in recent years, Cersei has won the hearts of all ordinary believers and citizens with her nearly perfect performance and means, and has completely deprived the rights of other saints. The little girl from the border can't compete with the princess of the imperial capital at all, and her reputation is far inferior.

And now she baptizes Ansu in person as a saint

This means that Ansu is very likely to be pro-royal, or even pro-priety.

Even if he is not likely to be, even if he and the princess really have a bad relationship,

But with this ceremony, in the eyes of other believers, especially ordinary people, he has to be, and he has to think about it.

Politics and faith are like this. The key is not what you do, but what others think. Ansu has been forced to be tied to the royal family.

A young man who will be a "bishop" in the future joins the princess faction. At that time, the reputation of the royal power faction in the church will surely rise sharply, and more and more ordinary saints will turn to the royal power side and be infiltrated. The balance between royal power and divine power that has been maintained for a hundred years may be broken.

Based on this concern, the bishops cannot show interest in Ansu, let alone take the initiative to extend an olive branch.

Even in the worst case, the Vatican will consciously restrict the development of Ansu.

Ansu felt the complex gaze of the cardinal, and knew in his heart that tonight was a mess. The only solution was to tear his face with the royal family directly and publicly express that he did not need the royal power.

But the stars were about to fall, and Ansu needed the coronation ceremony tonight and the blessing of God, and only the saints could complete the baptism, and there were only two saints.

The most crucial point was that Ansu claimed to be born black, and the only thing he could barely call moral was that he would not morally kidnap others - he was good at physical kidnapping, but not moral kidnapping, and he would not ask for help, he liked to be passive.

She had no obligation to confront such a behemoth as the royal family.

Ansu had the Morning Star family as a backing, as well as a demigod uncle and a third uncle with connections, but that second fool was an orphan and had no backing.

Cersei liked assassinations the most.

That's why he didn't tell that person about what happened tonight this morning; because Ansu knew that once he told that person, according to the character of that idiot, he would definitely do it. The most important reason was that she didn't understand these politics and would only make things worse - Ansu hated it very much.

He raised his eyes and looked at the second floor, which symbolized the imperial power. Looking at the warm smile of the eldest prince, this was an open conspiracy, and Ansu could only take this trick. It was nothing more than a small setback. The influence of the royal family in the church stepped on his reputation to get to the top.

Ansu looked at the eldest prince calmly, with a subtle and playful smile on his lips. The smile was obviously very shallow, but it made people feel uncomfortable inexplicably.

The royal family was using Ansu, and Ansu was also using the royal family. The only thing he felt unhappy about was that he was manipulated by the bigwigs from beginning to end, that's all.

He looked at the ceremony hall, the most extravagant and grand hall in the world, where countless statues of gods simultaneously emitted the most sacred colors, and huge mosaic glass scattered light into blocks of color, which were pieced together one by one on the epic murals of the church. Thanks to the royal family's desire to create momentum, they called this hall - originally the hall for the coronation of bishops.

In addition, with the attendance of seven bishops at the same time,

the blessings that this ceremony can attract will reach the largest in the past decade.

Boring politics, boring influence, boring reputation, boring future.

These guys will never understand that for evil players, for Ansu, only real levels are everything.

The stars are about to fall, as long as everyone dies, as long as the imperial capital is destroyed -

then all fame will become ruins, and become the ladder for him to climb!

"Saint Ansu Morningstar, in the name of the Son and the Father, guided by the light, please ascend the steps." As the bells of the tower rang slowly and the choir played hymns, the church's ceremonial officer announced to Ansu loudly. '

For a moment, the entire church was quiet.

Countless holy lights dispersed the image, quickly spread along the magic network, transmitted to the magic screen, and then spread to all the magic terminals in the city, and Ansu Morningstar's face appeared in front of all citizens.

The people lowered their voices and looked at the newly promoted saint.

Under the watchful eyes of the public.

The young man with gray hair and dark blue pupils slowly stepped on his boots and climbed the first sacred step made of light. He looked up and saw countless steps of light overlapping above him, spreading all the way up to the third floor of the divine power. The light continued to extend, as if it went straight to heaven and connected to the sky.

In the countless chants, Ansu could feel the goddess's gaze gradually converging here.

And Cersei Milton, on the second level of the stairs, reflected a joyful light in her golden pupils. She waited quietly, stretched out her soft hand with snow-white silk to lift the hem of her skirt, with a perfect smile on her lips, waiting for Ansu to come to her.

Come on.

Ansu Morningstar, stand shoulder to shoulder with me. Whether you like it or not, we must learn to disguise our [nature].

You can't escape.

This is just the beginning.

In the Golden Kite Dynasty that she will rule in the future, there must be extreme evil.

The more evil, the more justice can be set off. The more evil, the more necessary it is to exist. If the people are resentful and the people are complaining, just kill the evil, just fight against the extreme evil. All contradictions, all dissatisfaction, all class divisions, are forgotten and ignored in the process of fighting evil, and all contradictions will naturally disappear. She kills the extreme evil, or she is killed by the extreme evil, and can bring happiness to the people.

This is the path that Cersei pursues.

Ansu calmly looked at the princess on the second floor. Suddenly, he paused, as if he felt something, looked at the highest floor, and smiled helplessly.

In the sight of everyone, he climbed to the second floor of the stairs and approached the princess. The holy light poured down from all directions on the boy. His gray-white hair was scattered in the air like catkins, and every strand of hair reflected the golden holy light.

The people also watched this scene. They only felt that the boy in front of them was a true saint, so sacred and beautiful, with a nearly perfect brilliance - and the saint favored by the golden kite, they were a natural pair.

That's right.

That's it.

Princess Cersei looked at the helplessness on Ansu's lips, and her smile became more perfect. There was a slightly bad light in her pupils, and her side face was slightly flushed. She liked to control and calculate, especially for such an evil as Ansu, she could feel an emotion close to happiness.

Jin Yuan's dynasty cannot lack extreme evil.

Several cardinals looked at each other with complicated expressions, but Merlin was the only one who calmly watched the scene in front of him.

Ansu arrived at the second floor where the royal family was located. He stared ahead. His navy blue eyes reflected Cersei's flawless face. The infinitely refracted holy light spliced ​​various bright color blocks in front of them. , the starlight from the floor-to-ceiling windows covered the second floor with silver frost, and the golden kites blessed by God were blooming under the starry sky. The gorgeous and ultimate sea of ​​golden lilies gently swayed with the starlight all over the sky, so holy Perfect, and the saint stood at the end of the sea of ​​flowers, extending her hand to Ansu——

"I need you, Mr. Anzu."

In front of us is the land of golden kites.

The ceremonial officials smiled, and according to the agreed rules, the next agenda was the saint's kiss on the hands.

Just when everyone, including several bishops, thought that Ansu was about to kiss the back of the saint's hand, the young man made a move that shocked and stunned everyone.

He stared at the white, slender plain hand with a smile, raised his own hand, stretched it forward, and waved it gently.

——It seems to be driving away mosquitoes.

‘Click. ’

The crisp snapping sound echoed in the corridor and on the stairs, spread out through countless magic screens, and echoed in the night sky of Farol.

Everyone couldn't believe their eyes,

Ansu slapped away the hand offered by Princess Cersei, as if he slapped away a dynasty, as if he slapped away the kingdom of the Golden Kite——

Cersei's perfect, effortless smile froze, even freezing on her cheeks.

"Why?"

It was really shocking and unexpected. Everyone stood up from their seats, widened their eyes, and looked at everything in front of them in disbelief. The nobles in the hall were all in chaos. They had already I knew that everyone in the Chenxing family was mentally ill, and I could see it from Count Carlo when he was young, but I didn’t expect that Ansu was smarter than his father!

Not only ordinary people, but also several cardinals stood up from their seats.

They stared at Ansu with playful and complicated expressions.

The bishops had imagined that Ansu would side with the Holy See, but none of them thought that this young man would choose such a drastic method!

"Good son!" Count Carlo laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears, "He is the son of my Morning Star family!"

The royal guards all unsheathed their swords at the same time, and the cold sword light illuminated everything clearly. Luo Xiaohei meowed excitedly, her two little paws clapped violently, her crimson eyes were completely occupied by joy, she knew, she knew, she knew Ansu was a madman! She knew Ansu would dare to do this!

Chaos needs no reason, chaos needs no motive!

"Mr. Ansu, what are you doing?" Cersei said slowly, barely maintaining a smile.

"I don't need you in my future." The young man smiled in her ear, with a maniacal smile on his lips, like another chaotic tyrant, "I don't need any justice. I hate being controlled by big shots."

"And the so-called imperial power you believe in——"

Ansu said in a low voice,

"Just a bunch of yellow dogs that like to bark on people's heads."

"And you forgot."

Ansu smiled and said, "I'm your dad! Do you still need to explain to you what dad does?"

Cersei Milton turned her back to Anzu, lowered her eyes slightly, and recited his name without any regret, her fingertips dug deeply into the flesh, drawing blood.

Ansu. Morningstar Ansu Ansu Ansu Ansu.

For the first and only time in nineteen years, she lost control in front of the people. She temporarily took off her perfect saintly disguise and revealed her true appearance.

The perfection and elegance in those golden eyes were no longer there, replaced by another deep black emotion.

It's neither anger nor disappointment, it just makes people look at it and feel like they are staring into a heavy abyss.

After Ansu said these last words, he passed Cersei Milton and climbed up the ladder that belonged to him alone.

And at the end of the stairs, there was a fool waiting for Ansu. Obviously Ansu didn't say anything, but the fool still came. Before Ansu had time to morally kidnap him, she kidnapped herself first. She was really a fool. She was deceived and even helped count the money.

Under the protection of Merlin's light magic and existence weakening magic, no one could detect her.

But Ansu was the only one who noticed it. It wasn't because of his high soul level that he could see through Merlin's magic. Merlin used terrifying existence weakening and visual distortion magic. Unless Ansu borrowed the blue magic eyes from Bones, he would not be able to see her, and even the surrounding demigods had not noticed it yet.

Vision is distorted.

So Anzu didn't see it, but smelled it.

But in the fragrant and graceful fragrance of golden kites, when Ansu stepped onto the first step, he smelled the slightly green, slightly sweet, and unyielding scent next to him——

Blueberry fragrance.