Chapter 301 "You Have No Right to Confer Honors on Me" (4800)

The bright white moonlight climbed between the glazed tiles of the ceremony hall. The early autumn evening breeze passed through the moonlight and the French windows, bringing the moisture and loneliness of the Maria River into the hall. The holy light of hundreds of statues had been extinguished.

In the eyes of the nobles and ceremonial officers, Ansu Morningstar walked alone on the three holy steps. The cold wind passed through the boy's thin clothes. All the blessing lights had dimmed, and there was only darkness in his future.

And the boy was going to the highest point of darkness.

Ansu rejected the Golden Kite Saint of the Empire. This was absolutely incomprehensible and unreasonable in the eyes of all the nobles.

This time it was not a title given by the gods, but a reward given by the church to the first place, so the awarding ceremony must be held.

Putting aside the face of the royal family, to hold such a large-scale blessing ceremony, unless the recipient himself is holy, ordinary believers must be baptized by a holy person.

Especially Anzu, the ‘cursed son’ who was despised by the glory, if there was no saint to baptize him, the gods would not bless him, and would not even look at him.

But Anzu rejected Cersei, he walked alone on the dark stairs, and no one baptized him again.

"What on earth does he want to do? This is blasphemy!"

"Too arrogant...even more arrogant than his father!"

"I can't understand it. All the people in Farol are watching."

"Perhaps it was the instruction of his parents behind him. The relationship between Border and the royal family has reached such a bad level."

"This is to take sides and show his status to the Holy See. It can also be regarded as cutting ties with the imperial power."

"But this way of handling it is too frivolous. This is a completely foolish act that will hurt both sides. I want to see how he will end this ceremony."

"Awarding and baptizing yourself? Haha, a mere cursed child, dreaming?"

"Alone. Unless he is the son of Goddess chosen by Goddess, haha!"

After a brief astonishment, the expressions of the noble children and their fathers were different. Some sighed, some were furious, and some were gloating. It was obvious that under the influence of three old people who did not want to reveal their names, Border Family was very unpopular in the imperial capital circle. They wished that Morning Star Family would become a laughing stock in the country.

No one stood on Ansu's side.

Everyone was certain that although the royal family had lost some face, Ansu's loss would only be greater. The people of Naraku were watching. If they messed up this much-anticipated awarding ceremony, not only Ansu, but the entire church would be held accountable by society.

The whispers and discussions of others did not reach Ansu's ears.

As the nobles said, Ansu's divine talent was too little to be heart-wrenching, and his dark attributes were too much to be full of oil. The goddess of light would indeed not look at him. But fortunately, Ansu would not look at the goddess of light either. They were disgusted with each other.

Ansu felt the breath beside him. The slightly sweet and slightly immature warm voice was beside Ansu. He was not alone in climbing this endless sacred ladder.

Ansu didn't know when Lorga came. Maybe it was at the beginning of the ceremony, maybe it was not yet dark, maybe it was when the rosy sunset gradually faded into the dark green mountains. The little saint stood on the first step of the glorious long steps, quietly waiting for Ansu's arrival.

Under Merlin's magic, Ansu couldn't see what Lorga looked like tonight, nor did he know what clothes she was wearing. Maybe she was dressed up, maybe she was wearing a pleated skirt as usual, with deerskin boots and a dark dress, or maybe not. He couldn't see Lorga's appearance, nor her current expression.

She might be smiling.

He couldn't see it, but he could smell it.

But Ansu might be able to smell that she was walking side by side with him on these many steps, not too close, not too far, because the fragrance was neither far nor near, she lowered her eyes, her snow-white eyelashes were hanging in front of her pupils like rime, emitting a faint moon-white light, her footsteps were very light, because she was barefoot, there was no sound when she stepped on the steps, and she was as light as a tango dance, sometimes walking fast, sometimes walking slowly, but always beside Ansu.

So Ansu knew that there was only one step between them.

There were thousands of people watching the ceremony in the hall, and hundreds of thousands of people gathered outside the hall, but no one noticed the existence of Luojia. Milton's gorgeous and extravagant golden iris sea covered all the smell. This sacred flower is the power and strength blessed by the gods. The Golden Kite Dynasty swallowed up everything in the world, and naturally drowned the sweet and astringent taste.

Only Ansu found it in the sea of ​​flowers, which was obviously impossible to do.

In the eyes of the spectators, the son of the curse stepped onto the stairs alone, trying to complete the rest of the ceremony beyond his ability. No one wanted to believe that Ansu could complete this miracle, so they just saw a joke, a funny and absurd performance.

He was just the son of the curse, not the son of the glorious church.

The royal relatives on the second floor looked at the border boy with a sullen face and snorted coldly. This offended the Milton family. If the ceremony was messed up again, the entire royal family would use this reason to put pressure on the border and the church. Ansu dared to do such a thing, so he had to bear the consequences of his actions.

The eldest prince narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Ansu, expressionless.

The top six bishops all had different expressions. As demigods present, they could also detect something unusual. They turned back to look at Merlin and saw the expression on his face that looked like a smile but not a smile. I know this thing is probably Merlin's fault.

This ceremony was broadcast live in Naraku!

This madman!

Merlin had already made a mistake in the last Naraku exam, but this time he dared to take risks! Play with the reputation and credibility of the Holy See!

Ansu has proved his position, but if this ceremony is ruined, this young man's career will still be ruined!

The Bishop of Order, Hughes, stared at Merlin coldly, and the balance of order slowly opened, but he could not read any violations, because Merlin did not collude with Ansu in private, and he did not even mention it to Ansu. Get over this.

Anzu discovered everything by himself.

"Don't look at me." Merlin smiled heartlessly, looking innocent, "I'm not helping Ansu. It's none of my business."

The Scales of Order told Bishop Hughes that this was not a lie.

This old man deserves to be bald for the rest of his life!

Bishop Hughes rubbed his brows and let out a long sigh. Thinking about it, Merlin is no longer Merlin if he doesn't cause trouble. This kind of birth means he should stay in the kingdom of heaven and rest for the rest of his life. He must not be put into the human world.

The other bishops had no way to deal with Merlin, so they turned to look at Ansu. Although they didn't know what the specific method was, the bishops could only hope that their method would work; if it failed, their pupils would glow coldly, and they would If it proves that there is no value worth paying, then the Holy See cannot be blamed. Let the young man face the royal family and the people by himself.

The six Holy Sees have no reason to protect Ansu - after all, he is just a saint of the Guanghui family.

In full view of everyone, Ansu had walked up all the stairs and arrived at the highest point of the Hall of Eden. The ceremonial officer responsible for presiding over the ceremony stared blankly at the young man in front of him until the latter stretched out his hand to the ceremonial officer. The priest finally came to his senses and handed the ceremonial staff, the bottle of holy water and the sacred shawl to Ansu. According to the general procedure, the saint in charge of baptism should take over the items.

Seeing Ansu's actions, there was an uproar both inside and outside the palace.

This young man really wants to baptize and confer honors on himself!

This is a ritual that only the Son and the Saint can complete.

He is simply a madman, a complete madman, a mere cursed child, and he even wants to blaspheme the glory of the goddess!

The nobles, especially the great nobles of the royal family, all stood up and accused the Morning Star family of being disrespectful and audacious. After despising the majesty of the royal family, they dared to blaspheme the goddess.

The neutral nobles in the region also defected to the central government. In their view, the cursed son of the Chenxing family was too arrogant and only offended the imperial power. Now he dared to provoke even the divine power and offend both forces at the same time. No one could protect him.

As they thought, Ansu was indeed not favored by the goddess. He took the scepter and walked slowly towards the tallest statue on the dome of the ceremony hall. The statue did not react at all. The dark moonlight covered everything, and the night The wings covered Ansu's face like thick lead.

The baptism ceremony began, Ansu held up the scepter, but the god did not respond at all.

It was quiet.

Only the organ of the ceremonial orchestra played slowly, and melodious and empty musical notes hovered in the empty long steps.

"Ansu Morningstar. It's time for you to come down."

The eldest prince, Terry Milton, broke the long silence. He slowly stood up from his seat, his golden eyes flashing with grand brilliance, "It's time to end this farce."

"The gods will not answer you."

The huge coercion seemed to be rushing towards the face. The honor on the bloodline had solidified into substance, crushing everyone's chest like a mountain. The surrounding royal guards knelt down with pale faces. This majesty had already Beyond the realm of saints, even the cardinals on the third floor frowned. Unexpectedly, the eldest prince of the Milton family had broken through to the realm of demigods.

This first-in-line heir—

"We can forgive your transgression." Terry looked at Ansu, his voice was very soft, but majestic as if he was stating a fact, which was the law of imperial power, "Kneel down in front of Milton, and we can start this ceremony again. ”

"You are different. You are a smart person, you are very obedient, and you also know the rules. You are a good boy. You should know what to do to achieve a win-win situation."

The nobles looked at the prince in surprise. They did not expect that the prince would choose to forgive Ansu's offense and even give him another chance. This is really a great grace and mercy.

How could a mere cursed child be favored by the goddess, and even arrogantly complete the investiture ceremony on his own? The fact that His Highness the Prince is willing to give Ansu this step is enough to show his magnanimity.

But Ansu understood that this was just a threat.

Hidden beneath the gentle tone was a bone-chilling threat.

If Anzu kneels before Milton, he will no longer be able to break away from the imperial power, which means that he has completely drawn a clear line with the Holy See and can only become a tool or a puppet.

The eldest prince was not threatening Ansu, and his vast and formidable demigod pressure was definitely not just directed at Ansu - even though the prince could not see through Merlin's spell, he simply relied on speculation. Understand, that little girl from the country, that vase, that puppet, are right next to Ansu.

Ansu's soul has reached the high level of a saint, and he can withstand the pressure of the demigod prince.

But Luojia is different, she is not a saint.

Ansu can feel the trembling and disorder of the breath beside him, and the sweetness of youth is gradually covered by the smell of blood. Ansu does not know the specific situation of Luojia, but he understands that Luojia's situation is very difficult, and the breath is like a trembling string.

A girl from the border cannot fight against the huge imperial power.

She is an orphan. She has no demigod uncle and no rich family. She is not like Ansu, who can hold on, withstand the pressure of the royal family, and withstand the revenge of the royal family.

Giving up is the best choice. The eldest prince has given her one chance. Just choose to give up, continue to be obedient, continue to understand the rules, and continue to be a good child. She has no obligation to continue to persist.

Feeling the breath of the thread, Ansu fell into silence. He held the scepter, did nothing, said nothing, and accepted whatever choice he made.

Prince Terry knew that he guessed right, and he smiled calmly. If the other side did not respond, under the shield of the magic of the god of law, and in front of the seven cardinals, Terry had no other way. If she had not given up voluntarily, the royal family could not offend the border and the church at the same time.

"Come down."

Terry's voice was very gentle, but the dignity and majesty of the bloodline had covered everything in front of him. The authority of the royal power hung over their heads. The creatures with inferior bloodlines could not disobey the orders of the demigods, even if she was a so-called puppet saint, that was all!

"Let Cersei preside over this award ceremony."

His tone was very light, but heavy as if he had issued an irresistible decree. The golden pupils were burning fiercely, as dazzling and hot as the sunrise.

The light of the statue was completely extinguished, and the cold moonlight dripped in front of the steps of the sacred long steps, mixed with black. The girl lowered her head, her shoulders trembled, and she bit her lip. The faint blueberry fragrance was completely covered by the smell of blood.

Cersei Blueberry Girl lowered her eyes and looked at Cersei Milton.

She was so beautiful and pretty, wearing a dress that the little saint could never afford in her lifetime, with grand golden irises in full bloom, swaying countless brilliance and holiness. Everyone knew that Cersei Milton was the Saint of Falor, the Brilliant Saint, and the Saint of the entire Church.

Cersei Milton should be the one to award the medal, she is the most suitable.

The most suitable.

Under the authority of the ancient demigod, the glow in the girl's eyes became dimmer and thinner.

'The stock I'm interested in will never lose'

Lorgar lowered his head and gently grasped the betting ticket in his arms, the one worth ten gold mines, which had expired this afternoon.

—— Drawing the betting ticket of the Cathedral of Holy Glory.

"Let Cersei award you the medal." Terry said calmly.

Ansu felt the almost disappearing aura beside him. He looked at Terry Milton, who was smiling, paused, made up his mind, and slowly let go of the scepter in his hand. But in the next moment, another invisible hand covered the back of his hand and helped Ansu hold it.

This was the first time that Luo Jia touched Ansu today.

The touch was icy and cold, just like the late snow in early spring that had not yet melted, thin and soft, as if it would melt under the sun's glow if held a little longer.

Obviously it was about to melt, the late snow in early spring, like the stars in the morning, at the boundary between time and the world, could disappear at any time in the grand sunrise.

"Ansu Morningstar."

"She has no right to award you a medal."

Lorga whispered in Ansu's ear. The voice was very soft and trembling, but it was unquestionable and unrefutable, just like declaring Lorga Fast's sovereignty, not allowing any concessions or violations. The breath of blood and berries was so vivid and bright.

The golden irises of the whole spring, or the sunrise of the whole world, could not overwhelm her.

She held Ansu's hand and also held the glorious scepter.

Ha.

You are crazier than me.

Lorga Fast, you are crazier than me!

Then I will go crazy with you!

Ansu's mouth cracked into a crazy smile, and he and Luojia held up the glorious authority, pointing to the second floor, to the royal family, to Terry Milton, to all the royal power and nobles. The next moment, a grand blessing bloomed from the dome. The boy was never favored by the goddess, but Luojia could, because she was the protagonist of this world!

Everyone felt the coming of the glorious goddess.

The brilliant light burst out, smearing all the darkness around, spreading down along the glorious dome, igniting every step and every brick and tile. Even the brilliance of the golden iris sea could not match those radiances, and they were all submerged in the sea of ​​light. Tens of thousands of glass prisms scattered the purest white light at the same time!

Since the construction of the ceremony hall, there has never been such a grand light.

"You mortals--"

Anzu pointed his scepter at Tyree, Cersei, and all the creatures below the stairs, passing by one by one. His dark blue eyes were reflected in everyone's heart and could never be erased.

At the top of the sacred stairs, the young man said calmly,

"You have no right to confer honors on me."