Chapter 303 No Lies

Are you convinced?

Prince Terry looked at Ansu, his eyelids twitching slightly.

What criticism are you talking about?

He had never seen such a shameless guy, saying things like "I believe", "I give up", "I believe in our goddess", but Ansu used his mental power to collide with Prince Terry, Terry can temporarily glimpse the color of this guy's soul.

Both black and white, the sky is filled with gray-white tones, just like the gray-white curtain at the transition between night and dawn, without any ripples.

Not a shred of piety.

Terry never expected that just because Ansu didn't believe in imperial power, he didn't even believe in divine power at this time.

Not only the orthodox religion, but also the esoteric religion, this little boy is convinced from the bottom of his heart, or he is really convinced, and he will be convinced by whichever party provides more benefits.

In this oath, Luojia listed the questions about Esotericism and Orthodoxy, and Ansu also gave two answers at the same time: "I give up" and "I believe". This is confusing the audience. No one knows which answer responds to which question. Confused and topsy-turvy, both resigned and convinced.

This kid doesn't know what awe is, he is a cursed child!

Prince Terry narrowed his eyes slightly. He finally understood why his sister liked Ansu so much.

In an era when imperial power and divine power coexist, and in a tradition that has lasted for 30,000 years, an alien can appear who abandons both. This young man is truly a child of the curse, not only from a physical level, but also from his behavior, thoughts and even Souls are born with a curse. He should have died long ago. He should not have survived.

If he survives, he will surely bring destruction and change!

Prince Terry finally had the murderous intention.

He stared at Ansu, slowly stretched out his index and middle fingers, brought them together, and pointed down at the same time. The demigod and the imperial power reached their peak at this moment, colliding head-on with Ansu's soul. Cersei slightly Frowning, he turned his head to look at his royal brother, his face expressionless.

The surrounding royal knights all felt the heavy pressure on their souls. Each of them was close to a saint in rank. They were speechless at this time, and their breathing was difficult. They only felt that tens of thousands of tons of golden scepters were pressing on them. Their shoulders clearly didn't feel any weight on their bodies, but their souls were also prostrate on the ground.

The nobles did not dare to speak or even breathe.

This is not a topic they are qualified to engage in.

"Don't you need to take care of it?"

Bishop Morgan looked at Prince Terry and turned to ask Merlin. It was normal for the royal family to complain and exert a little pressure, but at this moment it was beyond the scope of what should be done.

"This is a dispute between the border and the Crown."

Merlin still smiled playfully and pushed the blame directly, "Someone will take care of it. It shouldn't be us who takes action - whoever takes action will be responsible."

Not only did Laosheng not care about Ansu's life or death, but he also looked like he had finally seen something good. He leaned back and showed a cheerful smile. He blinked, "Finally something good to watch."

Those pure white pupils are as cold as snow and as clear as snow,

"If Ansu and Luojia want to go further, if they want to go further, they must complete this ceremony."

You are old.

Bishop Morgan's face is full of black lines. He just wants to change his life to rest for the rest of his life. Don't come down from the mental hospital in heaven!

As soon as the pressure on the prince's side increased, Ansu felt that his soul was about to break into several pieces. He managed to hold on to his body, holding the ceremonial staff tightly with his fingers and supporting it on the ground, so that he was not crushed to the ground. Merlin's shielding magic was still in effect. He couldn't see Luo Jia's condition. He could only feel that the latter's breathing was getting weaker and weaker, floating like a free candle.

Ansu took the initiative to bite Prince Terry's soul, and Luojia was able to support himself a little.

But her soul was not as strong as Ansu's. The two of them supported the same scepter and persisted from the weight of their souls.

Under the magic network broadcast, even the secondary nobles and citizens outside the Magic Hall were slightly aware of something strange about Ansu. There seemed to be something wrong with the Cursed Son who he had baptized himself. They could feel that the mountains and seas of holy light had stopped flowing, and the light in the ceremony hall was frozen in the air, stagnating into specks of light one after another.

"I knew how the cursed child could complete this ritual!"

"Ansu must be disgusted by the goddess."

"This is divine punishment."

"How can a cursed child become a holy son!"

In various administrative residences, most of the nobles and dignitaries showed expressions of relief. They knew very well what it would mean if Ansu completed a ceremony of this scale alone. Then Ansu was the divine choice favored by the brilliance. Then He is the glorious Holy Son!

Because only the Son can crown himself, only the Son can achieve this miracle!

But Ansu is a cursed child.

The cursed child can be favored by God and become the holy son of the Holy See - this fact will completely subvert the 30,000-year rules of the Holy See.

Not only that, this will have a huge impact on society, the empire, and the entire Naraku structure!

Everyone knows that the Son of the Curse is born from the Son of Darkness, and it takes hundreds of millions of Sons of Darkness to give birth to one Cursed Son. It takes several epochs for one to appear.

The Children of the Damned are the children of darkness within the children of darkness.

If it weren't for Ansu's father's strength, Ansu would have burped before he grew up.

The bloody secrets of the Sons of Darkness have always been the darkest side of the empire, shrouded in the glorious glory of the empire, and no one would take the initiative to mention it.

When he was at the border, Ansu encountered the Dark Children - they were almost taken advantage of by Cavins.

Now he is being raised in the Chenxing family's manor.

Every year, nearly ten thousand babies contaminated with dark talents are born in the empire. They are born to be hated by the light, and most of them are abandoned as an ominous sign. Some provincial governments even regularly clean up the children of darkness and hide these children. families were burned at the stake.

The fate of these children of darkness, apart from starving to death, is to become the sacrifices of the esoteric cultists. The Mother Goddess of Life loves these children only.

As the rank of the Esoteric cultists increases, the quality of the saints' witch hunts also improves, forming an industrial chain cycle - this phenomenon is relatively good in the central area, but in some remote churches, It has become an established rule!

The surviving sons of darkness, without exception, all degenerated into esoteric cultists. This deepened the people's inherent impression of the Son of Darkness, making them more certain that the Son of Darkness was born to be disgusted by the Holy Light, and was born to be evil, which eventually turned into an undoubted truth.

Repeating the cycle and falling continuously, this is the meaning of Naraku.

In this never-ending Naraku cycle, the children of darkness are abandoned, burned or corrupted, while the glory of the empire sings in blood and flesh, becoming more glorious and sacred.

But if it is the Cursed Son, the Dark Son of the Dark Son, who one day becomes the Holy Son of the Glorious Holy See, this will be the greatest impact and shakeup to the thirty thousand years of truth, all the customs, all the brilliance, and all the taboos of the empire. Everything will be overturned on this day!

There is no problem for Ansu to become a saint of the Glorious Holy See, even a deacon, or even a priest and bishop.

The rulers can even take the opportunity to shout that the Holy See is corrupt and increasingly controlled by money and connections, and that the Glorious Holy See should be taken over by the royal family.

Because whether it is a deacon or a bishop, these priests are chosen by people.

Only the Holy Son cannot do that;

Only Ansu cannot become the Holy Son, because the Holy Son is chosen by God!

The son of the curse can still be loved by God, so how can the son of darkness be born with evil?

If all of this is overturned, can the evil they have done to the sons of darkness be crowned with ‘righteousness’?

The deep black night covers the plains of Farol, and the silvery white moonlight falls like a thin layer of frost. Countless pairs of eyes are staring at the imperial capital and the glorious first church in the empire's thirteen provinces and four autonomous regions. In the ceremony hall, some were looking forward to it, hating it, or feeling uneasy. They opened their eyes wide and held their breath, staring at the gray-haired boy on the tens of thousands of steps.

"Hoo, ho ho."

Ansu lowered his eyes and slowly raised his head from the sea of ​​light. He stared at the invisible little saint. He could no longer hear the little saint's breathing, nor could he smell the green fragrance of blueberries. , Ansu smiled helplessly.

"Idiot," he cursed.

Ansu is not favored by the radiance, nor is he loved by the goddess of radiance.

Those lower-headed goddesses in the Tantric Cult were very fond of Ansu.

From beginning to end, the goddess of radiance favored Luojia, and all these holy lights came for Luojia.

But she put her own life as a bet and was willing to hide her figure in the shadows. She also wanted to push Ansu, the son of the curse, onto the glorious stage. She gave all the glory to Ansu and promoted Ansu to glory. The Son of God is to prove to the world - or to lie to the world that the cursed son can also be loved by the Holy Light.

So the children of darkness are not born sinful;

Rather, the world has made it sinful.

This is Luojia Fast's dream, a pure white dream that sprouted in the darkest border church, 'the future star that shines on Naraku'.

"You really love lying." Ansu laughed and said mockingly, "I was born a villain, and I am not loved by the goddess of glory. You are deceiving the whole world."

Obviously Luojia Fast is a good boy who never lies, an top student who always abides by the rules, but now he will deceive the whole world if he lies.

There was no sound from the other end of the scepter.

So far, the peak demigod imperial power has only appeared for a few seconds, but in the spiritual world of mortals, it is as long as several years. The pure white glow is gradually extinguished, as if it has been dragged by the golden scepter. Entering the secular world, countless rules, countless common sense, and countless orders are countless shackles, binding it and wearing away its light.

Ansu waited for a long time, but there was still no sound from the other end of the scepter.

If Luojia does not continue to chant the oath, the coronation ceremony cannot be carried out.

Ansu can resist the pressure of the demigod's imperial power. Even if he cannot defeat it, he will not be overwhelmed by it, because Ansu's soul has been baptized by the river of life more than 20,000 times. Compared with the pain of the origin of life, the imperial power is just a A wave of flowers.

But Luojia can't.

"Son of the Curse, get down the steps. This is not where you should be."

Prince Terry's calm voice reached Ansu's ears through his mind, "You despicable and filthy cursed pariah shouldn't have survived in this world! You are a deceitful person who steals your reputation, and no goddess will look after you!"

He squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the border pariahs on the steps like a lion. The cold wind rustled the prince's golden kite. He slowly raised his right hand from the luxurious satin shawl. , hold it forward, like a scepter holding the whole world. When you press it down, the scepter will fall to the emperor's territory!

"No god will love you. You are just like the mean cousin next to you, full of lies!"

Ansu only felt that the spiritual world was quickly torn apart. The gray-white sky was torn apart by the scepter, and was torn into pieces one after another. There was an insurmountable gap between the soul of the saint and the soul of the demigod, not to mention that the latter was the third person. The first heir to the imperial power.

"Untouchable, kneel down!"

Blood overflowed from the corner of Ansu's mouth, and his navy blue eyes were stained with a layer of blood mist. He looked at the other end of the scepter, where the holy light in the entire hall converged, but the other end of the scepter did not respond. Ansu could no longer smell Luojia's scent, and the slightly green and sweet blueberries were completely covered by the iron smell. It seemed that they had failed.

Ansu still had some strength left, but Luojia could no longer hold on.

Ansu couldn't feel Luojia's breath anymore. He couldn't see Luo Jia, couldn't hear her voice, and didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

She couldn't hold herself up anymore and fell towards the other side, losing her balance, as if she was really going to kneel down to the imperial power——

Under the gaze of everyone, the light of the entire palace fell into the arms of Ansu Morningstar.

Ansu was a little dazed. He lowered his eyes and subconsciously touched his lips, where there was a slight fragrance——

The ice is cool, slightly green, but also sweet, like the warm sunshine in the afternoon or the late snow that has not yet melted on the eaves, but mixed with the smell of iron and blood.

That blueberry cake flavor.

"You can smell me now."

"I haven't lost yet."

Those lights were very close to Ansu. Under Merlin's magic, Ansu couldn't see her appearance, her expression, or her eyes. Maybe she was smiling, maybe only after her figure was covered by the light, Only the little saint has the courage to do this,

"Mr. Anzu,"

"I was a bad boy who loved lying. I told a lot of lies."

She whispered in Ansu's ear,

"But the only thing is that you are loved."

——"No lies."

[You have attracted the attention of the goddess of glory! 】

"The girl below."

Ansu held the beam of holy light and checked Luojia's breathing.

"Don't rinse your mouth after eating cake."

He paused again, slowly raised his eyes and looked at Prince Terry.

In Ansu's spiritual world, the gray sky has been torn apart by the imperial power, revealing its essence, which is an endless torrent of life, a wisp of dark blue flame as hot as a star,

In the endless and vast holy light in his arms, the fire began to rise and the river began to flow. The flame is intertwined with the river of life. The river is the life of the star, the flame is the burning core of the star, and the light is the proof of the star's existence. If all three are present, it is the world!

The gray spiritual sky is illuminated by the newborn morning star.

From before Prince Terry's eyes, the flame kept rising, spreading, and starting a prairie fire!

Terry was horrified to discover that it was the same flame as the sun! It is the origin of the fire of the sun!

Who gave it to Ansu!