Chapter 302 The Lie of the Century

Each of the church's mosaic floor-to-ceiling windows was turned into light orange fragments, and the dazzling holy light spread down each long staircase.

The bright light steps were like terraces in the countryside swaying in the afternoon sun, reflecting the blue sky and pure white clouds. If there was a breeze, the sky and the earth would shake and splash layers of ripples with light spots.

The young man named Ansu Morningstar stood at the end of the light steps.

There was a smile on his lips, and the bottom of his dark blue eyes reflected the dignity of the stars. The golden saint's shawl rustled in the wind, and the pure white formal dress also scattered sparkling golden light. Under the tassel shawl, the slender and white arm was raised high, and the glorious scepter swept over all things and people under the steps, and all the glory was collected and shone in his scepter.

You mortals have no right to award me honors.

He said with a smile.

The projection of the holy pattern on the dome made it look even more sacred and ancient!

This grand occasion was also transmitted through the magic broadcast and appeared in the central terminals of various administrative cities in the empire.

All the great nobles, noble attendants, and royal knights who were guarding the ceremony hall all stood up from their seats. They looked at the sea of ​​light in fear and anxiety, and felt that the shock of the stormy waves constantly hit their hearts. They were all well-informed people, and naturally knew that the miracle in front of them symbolized that the glorious awarding ceremony had begun! The gaze of the goddess of glory is about to come!

But why.

No one baptized Ansu, so why did he open the ceremony!

They couldn't understand it at all, and they couldn't believe it at all: Ansu was obviously just a cursed son despised by glory. This border rude man despised by the nobles, without the company of Her Majesty Cersei, how could he open the ceremony alone and attract the attention of the goddess of glory!

Not to mention the son of the curse, even the most pious, holy, and noble descendants of saints in the Farol religious family could not win the coming of the goddess. Only the saints and sons of the church, only the chosen ones favored by the glory, can accomplish such miracles.

Only the son of the saint can baptize, award, and crown himself.

‘You mortals have no right to award me. ’ Ansu’s words still echoed in their ears. This sounded extremely arrogant, deliberately despising all the nobles and royal powers. Could it be that it was not arrogant, but just a fact?

Only the son of the saint can crown the son of the saint.

And the divine power is never under the royal power!

“You have become stupid.”

The face of the eldest prince Terry sank. He raised his head, and his narrow golden eyes narrowed slightly. He could not directly crack the sacred magic of the god of law Merlin, and naturally could not expose the lies behind it.

"You are rejecting the friendship of the royal family, sir."

He was not talking to Ansu, but to Lorgar Fast beside him.

Prince Tyrell's eyes swept through the bishop's seat on the third floor, and finally fell on Merlin Andre, who smiled innocently at him. Seeing that he was deliberately pretending to be confused, Prince Tyrell knew that this was a trap set by Merlin against the royal family to promote his disciple Ansu. Both parties were playing a game. This was a counterattack against the royal power invading the Church!

Want to make Ansu the Son of God to fight against Cersei?

This old man was born.

But once this game starts, you should play it to the end and see who can laugh last.

Unnoticeably, Prince Tyrell had a slight cold smile on his face. Since it was a trap set by Merlin, no matter how much he exerted his royal power on Lorgar, the Church could not take the initiative to stop it, because he was exerting power on a person who did not exist!

Once Merlin takes action, the shielding magic will fail, and the lies of the Church will be exposed to the world.

The coldness in his eyes became more and more sinister, but the smile on his lips became more and more sunny. The eldest prince showed a polite smile and looked at Ansu and Lorga Fast who was invisible beside him.

She was just a fragile girl who had just entered the fourth level.

Not even a noble.

"I hope you can hold on. The ceremony will take a long time, a full three hours." Terry said with a smile, "I hope you can hold on until the ceremony is completed."

"Don't lose your manners."

Milton's imperial power is not just an abstract concept, or a vanity with an empty name. It is a law granted by the gods of order and balance. It is a real right that exists in the blood. That law is pressed in the blood of all citizens of the empire. With class as the stepping stone of the law, Milton can rule the empire in a long-term and stable manner.

And Terry Milton, as the first in line closest to the throne, is also the demigod closest to the imperial power.

Lowlife, kneel down!

He put his index finger and middle finger together and slowly pressed down, and the vast and huge imperial power gathered beside Ansu.

The ceremonial hall could understand and agree with the prince's behavior. The dignity of the royal family was insulted, and it was natural and understandable to show the imperial power to Ansu, but they didn't know that Prince Terry was not targeting Ansu, but the civilian beside him, Lorga Fast!

Ansu could feel the breath beside him trembling constantly, and the temperature from his hand became colder and colder. This ceremonial scepter was not held by Ansu alone, but by Ansu and Lorga Fast. But now, Lorga seemed to have no strength to hold the scepter, and the originally sacred and brilliant holy light also trembled slightly and slowly dimmed at the same time.

The imperial power of the demigod was only aimed at Lorga.

An frowned. He could not resist this kind of imperial pressure that was not physical but came from the soul and blood. He could only sustain it with his own willpower. So as long as Luo Jia loosened the scepter, He will also release the scepter. This time, they are advancing and retreating together.

Ansu felt his hand being squeezed tightly.

"I'm fine, I won't let go. I won't let go even if I die."

A weak but still clear voice came from the side, Luojia whispered in Ansu's ear,

"Mr. Ansu, let's start our grand ceremony together."

Luojia Fast, you are getting better and better at lying, and the lies you tell are becoming more and more bold. Ansu shook his head helplessly, and even the whole world dared to lie to you.

The baptism has begun. The sacred chants of the church choir sounded brilliantly. Golden orchestral music and white accordion played at intervals. The melodious violin spread the brilliant music notes in every cloister, hall and courtyard of the church. It was the ceremony. The minor nobles outside the hall, the wealthy businessmen and dignitaries outside, the tens of thousands of spectators gathered in the first church area, and the ordinary citizens swarming from the outside all heard the sacred music coming from the depths of the church.

Cheers and applause suddenly broke out, causing a huge noise in the crowd. They all knew that the long-awaited sacred ceremony had begun! The apostles of the Goddess of Radiance are coming to the church soon!

The last time we witnessed such a grand event was decades ago.

They haven't seen such a vast ocean of holy light for a long time.

The magic broadcast broadcast this scene, hundreds of miles away, thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away, the municipal square of every city in the empire was broadcasting this century ceremony. They saw the young man with long gray hair and navy blue eyes, standing at the top of the light ladder.

"I am baptized in the name of the Holy Son, the Holy Lady, and the Glory." Ansu said.

"I baptize you in the name of the Holy Son, Holy Lady, and Glory." Luojia said softly.

Ansu had performed countless baptism and investiture ceremonies in his previous life, and was very proficient in this process. He first bathed his hands with holy water, then made the sign of the cross from above his forehead, and applied the holy water to the corners of his eyes, eyebrows, and lips. Ansu Not one person does this ritual. Luojia's slender white catkins were also dipped in the holy water, and followed Ansu across his forehead, dotting the corners of his eyes, eyebrows and lips.

Ansu felt Luo Jia's fingers were cold and refreshing, trembling slightly in the air.

Every minute, every second is suffering.

The glorious sight has arrived here, and the dim night has been cleared by the clear skylight.

"I believe in the supreme radiance, I believe in the first light of the Seven Gods, I believe in the pure white dawn, and I believe in our goddess."

Ansu lowered his eyes slightly, and couldn't see the specific expression in his blue eyes. He turned away and looked at the eldest prince on the throne on the second floor. The latter held up his cheeks and squinted his eyes, with a cold and proud expression on his lips. smile.

Even an ordinary saint would find it difficult to bear the pressure of a demigod-level emperor.

What's more, Luojia is currently holding a medal ceremony for Ansu.

The only way to defeat imperial power is to disbelieve in any imperial power.

But the Milton royal family has ruled the empire for thousands of years. This deep-rooted awe and honor has taken root in people's spiritual anchors and has become a heavy shackles and imprisonment that can never be removed. With the shackles, they are determined not to climb a new ladder. , so it would be understandable if Luo Jia gave up.

"I don't believe in Him."

"Mr. Ansu, I believe you."

Despite this, a clear, weak voice with a slightly trembling voice came from beside him. The voice was as low as the roar of an insect.

".Because we are each other's gamblers."

Luojia Fast, you are really a hopeless reading dog who deserves the destruction of your family! You dare to bet!

Since you want to come to Stud, then I will play Stud with you! If you like lying, you might as well lie a little bigger!

Ansu lowered his head, feeling the breath next to him becoming more and more trembling, bits and pieces of blood flowing down, and the strength on the other end of the scepter becoming weaker and weaker. Despite this, even though it was like a candle in the wind, it would never be extinguished. He raised his head Come, the navy blue eyes turned to Terry Milton. He looked at the vast and honorable imperial power. In the depths of the navy blue eyes, a rebellious light bloomed!

Ansu couldn't help resist the pressure at the soul level.

But there is one thing he can do, and that is to bite the attacker back with his soul.

Terry Milton subconsciously took a step back. He did not expect that Ansu would be so bold as to counterattack him. Ordinary nobles would not even dare to look at the imperial power, but this boy who was born with blasphemy would dare to show his ferocious claws at him!

He didn't want to take care of this kid, but he didn't expect Ansu to come to his door. He was simply overestimating his capabilities and bringing about his own destruction.

Even if the imperial power is put aside, the soul of a saint dares to touch the soul of a demigod. The soul's rank must be insurmountable. Just trying to touch it will cause the lower level to suffer backlash.

The soul of a saint attempts to attack the soul of a demigod, but even the most crazy lunatic would not dare to do so!

What's more, he is blatantly blaspheming the imperial power! Really a fanatic!

But Ansu did this, his navy blue eyes stared hard at Terry's soul, he gritted his teeth, his eyes were filled with fine bloodshot eyes, and the corners of his mouth split into a crazy smile, the young man said loudly,

"The radiance of all things is divided into order, and all creatures have their own positions and duties. I abide by the order of heaven and earth, I abide by the law, and I abide by the teachings of pure white radiance."

The sacred and melodious symphony bloomed, pushing the atmosphere of this ceremony to the climax. In the dazzling sea of ​​holy light, no one saw the tightened corners of the young man's mouth, no one saw the blood in his pupils, no one saw him because of The meridians were painful and throbbing, and no one saw the crazy, mocking smile on the corner of his mouth!

People will only admire the great Holy Light.

"Ansu Morningstar, have you given up all disobedience, blasphemy and betrayal." Luojia looked at Ansu, his eyes trembling slightly as he recited a prayer.

"Yes, I renounce." Ansu said with a smile, asking and answering himself, "I renounce all disobedience, blasphemy and betrayal."

This is both a question and a self-question and answer.

His navy blue eyes pressed tightly against Terry's. The latter could see countless stars rising from his eyes and then falling. Countless stars were rotating in the sky to form an upward staircase, which was the most blasphemous and most blasphemous thing. The worst and most chaotic light was in the depths of his eyes, but he said piously,

"I give up."

Untouchable, you untouchable!

Terry hated the way Ansu looked at him, but he smiled. In the spiritual world unknown to everyone, the demigod's imperial power extinguished all the stars and smashed them into the past territory. Since Ansu took the initiative to bite him back, he should suffer the backlash of this transgression.

Then don’t blame me for trying my best!

It was a scoundrel who took the initiative to overstep his bounds. Even the Vatican saw it, and even Merlin didn't dare to say anything when he saw it!

For warlocks, attacks at the soul level are double-edged swords. Tywin was surprised that although Ansu was only at level 4, his soul strength had reached a terrifying level, but that was all. Compared with the imperial power, he was not as strong as half. God is like a mantis compared to a chariot.

This ceremony is witnessed by the gods, and the process of the ceremony will also determine the final result.

Ansu felt that his soul was shattered again, and fell to the ground under the weight of the terrible imperial power. His soul seemed to be crawling on the ground. His lips trembled slightly, and blood fell from around his ear holes, but his mocking smile became more and more high-spirited, His spine straightened up section after section, making a loud crackling sound.

Luojia's soul also endured this high pressure. They held the scepter of God together, but they remained proud.

"Do you abandon the ladder of chaos, the long river of life, and the path of pain?"

Luojia kept trembling. She raised her eyes, looked at Ansu with a smile, and said softly, "Do you believe in the law of order, the natural forest, and the glorious palace?"

"Yes."

Ansu smiled and said happily, "I give up."

"Yes."

Ansu smiled again, like a madman mocking everything in the world, and like the most devout and sincere fanatic in the world. Blood overflowed from his sacred and solemn smile. He opened his hands, and the vast sea of ​​holy light covered him. Behind him, a dim shadow is cast for the saint, and the light is intertwined and ambiguous in front of the church.

At the end of the sacred steps, reflecting the ancient and orderly imperial power and the entire world, Ansu said mockingly and piously——

"I'm convinced."