Chapter 305 I Am Destiny, I Am Chaos
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Ansu's spiritual world has never been so chaotic, fragmented, and upside down, nor has it been so exciting, exuberant, and prosperous.
Since his soul was promoted to a saint, and since he bathed in the water of the long river of life, Ansu's spiritual world has only been a gray-white lonely sky.
It was neither night nor dawn, it was the transitional color field between day and night. All the flames and all life were covered in the gray-white sky, until it was torn apart by Terry today.
So those fires and flames poured down, the huge power of gold had been melted by the sparks, the sky was dyed blue by the navy blue remaining fire, and the layers of clouds became millions of mountains. With the flames of the stars, When it merged into the earth, the originally lonely world began to boil. Pain, chaos, and life, the sight of the Three Mother Goddess descended on this spiritual wilderness.
Ansu remembered that dream - his second apocalyptic dream. In that dream, Ansu was not food on the table. He became a seat at the grand banquet, sharing the world with many stars. .
Only a madman would do this to attract evil gods in the spiritual world through the great blessing ceremony in the ceremonial hall of the present world.
Mortals cannot look directly at gods, let alone the gods of esoteric religions.
It's just that in the real world, if a mortal glances at a god, his spirit and body will be distorted and corrupted, and his sanity will quickly return to zero. What's more, Ansu is still the god of esotericism calling in his spiritual world! This is completely luring the wolf into the house!
Still three!
madman
madman!
Prince Terry's soul was also filled with layers of charcoal. The golden light in his eyes had been burned away by the sparks. His dead eyes stared blankly at the young man. The latter was not deformed and depraved. There is only a clear will in the depths of the reader's eyes, which is both crazy and rational, both pious and blasphemous, as if his reason has transcended the gaze of the Three Mother Goddess.
After experiencing 21,600 rejections, the young man already had an invitation to the feast——
Then Prince Terry felt the fear in his soul. He now knew that he was facing an inhuman anomaly.
But he couldn't escape.
He now knew that his consciousness had fallen onto the dinner plate of the gods.
Only to crawl——
The blackened and decayed soul lay on the ground, and the cold wind blew through the yellowed bones, turning the melted marrow and spine into tiny bits of ashes.
"I am the first in line to the throne."
The scorched remains of his consciousness said intermittently, and he lowered his noble head, "You can't"
"Something happened to me. The empire will be in chaos."
"More people will die."
"You are not immune either."
As the first heir, Prince Terry, if something happens at this time or in the ceremonial hall of the Glorious Holy See, it will surely kick off the most chaotic situation.
The various parties are fighting against each other for the crown, the royal family and relatives are supporting each other, the conflicts among the Sons of Darkness are intensifying, the border conflicts and the Holy See disputes, coupled with the threat of the Awadh Empire, many people will die, many, many people, and the human empire will even... Towards decline.
Terry cannot be destroyed. The spirit of Prince Terry must not be destroyed.
His identity involves too much.
But any glorious saint who has the overall situation in mind and has a clear mind will not do this.
The soul of the prince is already prostrate. These noble people have already admitted their mistake. For a cursed son, this is already enough. Such an honorable and noble prince has lowered his noble head. What else can't be satisfied? Woolen cloth?
But prostrating cannot repay, only blood can repay blood, only life can repay life, only kneeling can repay kneeling, and only the destruction of a dynasty can repay the massacre of an era.
"You're right."
"No matter how many people die."
Ansu walked slowly in front of him, the ceremonial staff dragging ripples on the ground like broken fire. He stood above the imperial power, casting a huge shadow, and his navy blue eyes stared closely at Terry's faded face. Pupils, the young man smiled and said:
"What does this have to do with me, the evil son of the curse?"
"I am a curse."
Ansu picked up Prince Terry's golden scepter that had melted on the ground. Sparks wrapped around the scepter. He raised the golden scepter high, and with the sound of breaking through the air, he knocked it towards the noble head of the royal family. The golden scepter was The head exploded, the broken skull flew in the air like a fluttering butterfly, the golden blood and pure white brain splashed ink on the oil painting, and the scattered bone fragments were like a disturbing white snow in spring——
"I don't understand order."
The young man's clear voice rose in the air with sparks. He stepped on the royal family's corpse to the ground. His dark black boots crushed the bones into the dust, and then he suddenly lifted them up and trampled them down hard. Countless snow-white bones The dust was rising, and the snow was falling harder and harder.
"These days, I have been looking for the reason for Falor's destruction, trying to avoid that destined fate."
"It's because of the stars falling from the sky, it's because of the secret cultists lurking in the imperial capital, it's because of the Avad Empire, or it's the most mysterious and mysterious Bishop of Chaos. I've been looking for it for a long, long time, but now you let me understand Yeah, you reminded me, it’s none of these.”
The young man shook his head, "I was wrong."
Ansu poured all the remaining sparks into the headless corpse. The firelight reflected his navy blue pupils, and he showed a refreshing smile——
"I am the cause of your destruction."
This world can only reflect the dark blue eyes and the sparks all over the mountains and fields!
Burn, burn, only burn.
"I am the promised destiny."
Ansu tore open the shell of Terry's consciousness, and also tore open the door to the prince's spiritual world. Blood splattered, limbs flew, he was crazy but sober, his boots crushed and trampled into the dust, stepped on the corpse of the emperor into the soil, and then inserted the scepter of the emperor into its spine, nailed it into the pale earth, and turned the golden scepter into their most luxurious tombstone. The young man showed a refreshing smile,
"None of them!"
The sparks burned Terry's consciousness to ashes, but the fire did not stop, but poured back into Prince Terry's spiritual world, and the attack and defense changed in an instant. Ansu's will stepped into the prince's world, which was a golden, brilliant and flawless golden kingdom. The golden and luxurious golden irises were everywhere, and the illusory nobles walked among them, so noble, holy and beautiful.
Since the golden flowers bloomed all over the world, the whole city was covered with golden armor!
Entering the golden kingdom with it were the eyes of chaos, life, and pain. The mother goddess of chaos turned gold into copper and iron, the mother goddess of life turned the nobles into livestock, and the mother goddess of pain scattered corpses all over the earth!
The three pillars had just descended into the depths of Prince Terry's soul, and his spiritual world was distorted, and he began to degenerate and move towards madness - the corrupt spiritual soil could no longer produce gold, the pigs and sheep with pus in their luxurious tuxedos, shouting loudly, the corpses on the mountain emitted a dark green stench, and the golden iris flowers bloomed more and more brilliantly in this sea of corpses and blood.
They enjoyed this feast of gnawing at the souls of demigods. But Ansu was not a spectator or a food this time. He was also a guest sharing the feast.
[Behold, I have set you today over the nations and over the kingdoms, to uproot, to pull down, to destroy, to overthrow, to build and to plant]
The crazy humming of the three pillars echoed in his ears, and the hymns of the holy steps echoed from the sky.
He stepped into the kingdom of gold, sprinkled the remaining sparks into all the copper and iron city-states, burned all the noble livestock, uprooted, destroyed, overthrown, and swallowed all the demigods into the sparks. Finally, let the little sparks set the world on fire!
Overthrow everything sacred, blaspheme everything glorious, and then plant chaos, life, and pain!
Ansu looked at Terry Milton and smiled calmly.
The soul and the body are originally one, and the distortion of the spirit will lead to the distortion of the body. Ansu led the gaze of the Three Mothers into the depths of Prince Terry's soul for this reason. This is his real purpose, the last piece of the puzzle, to subvert all secular conventions and then establish!
Your Highness, with your glorious imperial power,
Please survive, fight, and struggle in the despicable appearance that you hate the most, reject the most, and despise the most.
Finally,
Die in this ugliest posture.
Repay darkness with curses, and repay kneeling with crawling.
At this moment, the blasphemous laughter of Ansu's soul reached its peak!
"Ansu. Morningstar!!"
Prince Terry let out the most miserable, sharp, and hateful howl. This was his last word.
The time of the soul is long, but the time of reality is just a snap of a finger. The nobles in the ceremony hall suddenly burst into a wave of exclamations. They all retreated in panic. These knowledgeable nobles had never seen such a terrifying and horrible scene in their lives.
The noble and graceful His Majesty Terry, after bursting out the animal-like resentful cry, began to spasm chaotically all over his body. All his elegance, all his majesty, and all his glory seemed to disappear.
He knelt on the ground in pain, from his arms to ankles, from his neck to his facial features, his pupils, ears, and nose, all began to twist irregularly in pain. The wildly growing flesh bubbles penetrated from his back, and after breaking, dark green corpse water and copper and iron flowed out, as well as the twisting life tentacles and the wriggling little mouth.
The Duke, who was a little closer, could not dodge in time and was swept by the tentacles, leaving a pool of blood, which was then eaten and swallowed by the little mouth.
The posture was extremely ugly, extremely blasphemous, extremely cursed, and indescribable.
Even the most novice saints knew what this was. Reason was out of control, the soul was corrupted and the body was deformed. And judging from the characteristics, there was more than one mother goddess!
No one could imagine it, no one dared to believe it.
In this sacred temple, in this glorious holy light, the eldest prince of the "Golden Bloodline" clan blessed by God would actually fall into the esoteric mother goddess and become such a blasphemous monster, from a human to a beast. Obviously, only the son of darkness would do this!
The horror of the demigod out of control will be deeply engraved in the collective memory of Farol on this night.
It was just a moment.
In the moment when no one could react,
the orchestra of the church orchestra and the choir chorus did not have time to stop, and they were still playing the gorgeous hymn.
On the second floor, the prince's twisting life tentacles swept lightly around, and blood bloomed like ripples among Milton's royal relatives. In an instant, several heads were cut off. The prince squirmed like a maggot, and the ministers and princes, dignitaries and nobles, one after another, exquisite heads were raised in the air, as gorgeous as wedding hydrangeas, rising and falling. Finally, they were swallowed by it.
The order of life, honor and nobility bestowed by God have lost their meaning in this meat-mincing slaughter. All the big men, all the distinguished gentlemen and ladies, at the moment of death, are equally mean, despicable and ugly!
When the tender abdomen is broken, when the proud eyeballs are cut off, when the honorable body is swallowed by countless small mouths, all the glory turns into dung.
The same is true of nobility, glory and beauty.
And in the sea of corpses and blood, at the end of countless lives, the golden iris bloomed so brilliantly and beautifully. Cersei Milton held his breath and stared at the scene in front of him. Blood is the most conspicuous ink, which paints the death of living beings into the most brilliant picture!
This change happened too suddenly, even the magic live broadcast did not have time to close.
This scene was thoroughly reflected in the eyes of all citizens.
The golden blood blessed by God, the first-order prince, could not maintain his spirit in the grandest holy light ceremony. Like the dark story sung by the bard, he was distorted into a crazy monster, instantly slaughtering most of the royal family on the second floor. The bloody and stinking smell of the meat grinder seemed to overflow the screen and directly penetrate their nasal cavity.
And another scene——
Falling in the eyes of all citizens, in all panic, in all uneasy eyes, in all slums, in all execution platforms, in all abandoned alleys and orphanages, in every abandoned child, in every slave, in the eyes of every child of darkness——
The son of the curse, Ansu Morningstar, stood at the end of the sacred stairs with the vast holy light in his arms. The brilliant holy light intertwined his gray and white long hair. The young man raised the ritual scepter, and in the depths of his dark blue eyes, he ordered the world in the name of God, and seemed to ask the world.
What is good, what is evil.
What is glory, what is curse.
Is the dignity of the soul engraved in the blood?
Is the class of living beings fixed by fate?
Who gives the rights of the nobles? God?
Are the sons of darkness born to be slaughtered?
Are the nobles of the Golden Kite born to be respected?
Because it has been like this for thousands of years, is it right?
So, do they deserve to die?
So, do they deserve to kneel down?
There has never been such a reason.
The scene in front of everyone told everyone that it was red and new, and right and wrong were clear. There has never been such a reason!
After the deformed and blasphemous Golden Kite Prince devoured half of the royal family, his fine and ugly eyes looked at Ansu, and he opened tens of thousands of small mouths ferociously, rushing towards the vast holy light.
But Terry couldn't do it anymore, he had fallen into the abyss of the pure white demon pupil.
Ansu stood on the sacred steps, his dark blue eyes showed no fear or retreat, and even no emotional fluctuations. He looked at it calmly, as if he had fallen into a lake full of stars, and calmly reflected Terry Milton's ugliest face.
"I am the Bishop of Chaos." He whispered in Terry's ear, but he didn't know who he was talking to, "None of you are."