The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 462 - 274: The Saintess belonging to Chenxing_2
It was too fanciful.
Without paying any price or making any sacrifice, forever in the safe zone, relying on mere cleverness, and attempting to make miracles happen with fantasies alone—if that was all An Su amounted to, Cersei would have been profoundly disappointed.
Unenlightened evil is as fragile as hypocritical good. It could never become the ultimate evil worth her life's pursuit.
This child still wasn't mad enough.
Before the world completely collapsed, she should leave...
Cersei gradually lost interest, not wanting to continue this risky venture with the child whose cleverness had reached its limits... At that moment, she saw An Su slowly lift his head.
He revealed a calm smile, without a trace of dejection or loss, his azure pupils as clear as a lake. Although the world was about to collapse before him, An Su still managed to laugh out loud.
[World Collapse Level: 99%]
Bone couldn't awaken, which was actually within An Su's expectations.
The stakes he had prepared were too few. Resurrection of the Dead was merely a high-tier magic, and even though the Azure Sorceress, specialized in life and easy to revive, had access to an anchor word and an endless supply of Holy Light, it still wasn't enough to temporarily resurrect the Great Witch.
Even after drawing upon a hundred lashes of emotional anchors, it was only enough for Bone to sense his presence in the River of Life, unable to meet An Su's expectations.
But what An Su wanted to achieve was merely that.
To make Bone capable of feeling, listening, and smelling.
His smile grew more serene, aiming to complete a resurrection ritual of this magnitude required sufficiently grand stakes, grand sacrifices... Luo Xiaohei eyed the smile at the corner of An Su's mouth, a realization dawning on her, her eyes slightly widening.
The strongest, most intense emotion in the world.
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Stronger than the emotions of [shame], or [hatred], which are acquired post-birth—
These come from the instincts of life,
Emotions that every being possesses from birth, inherent to all, be they high-class or low, human or insect, bestowed by the Mother Goddess, capable of surpassing life and death.
This primal emotion is called—
[Appetite]
From the start, as the Life Saintess, Bone had harbored the most intense emotion towards An Su, only ignoring it due to the influence of the summoning.
And what An Su had to do, was to awaken this emotion.
The crimson in Luo Xiaohei's eyes reached its peak at this moment, the Chaotic Saintess joyfully watched An Su's actions, feeling at this instant that chaos had reached its zenith—only to see the youth, with a calm face, pull out a sharp Alchemy Knife, smiling as he sliced towards his own neck!
Blood spurted out like it was free, his body growing weaker, but An Su's smile only became more serene.
"Originating from the ancient Priest of Life—"
His hands were already covered in his own blood, the viscous cursed blood emitting a bizarre scent, the youth, staggering, approached the Dawn Saintess, bending slightly closer to her thin lips, whispering softly.
Barely noticeable, the fingers of the body shell trembled slightly.
Even the 'Mother Goddess of Life' above the stars could smell the delicious scent of this child.
"I call upon Your name."
He, like a true Grand Priest of Life, was conducting the grandest resurrection ritual in history, every movement flawless, every operation seamless, first applying the sacrifice's throat blood to the undead's forehead, lips, and nose, scooping out the blood from the sacrifice's lungs, pouring it down the undead's throat, then, opening up the sacrifice's chest, removing the heart, allowing the heart's blood to drip into the undead's eyes.
The youth's procedures perfectly conformed to traditional resurrection rituals, with one exception: the sacrifice for this ritual was the ritual conductor himself.
The top-tier Chef Saint, is he who makes a dish of himself.
"Madman!"
The Azure Sorceress, even from afar, could smell that intoxicating aroma. She coldly watched as An Su dissected himself, feeding his precious blood and flesh into the already dead Dawn Saintess, biting her teeth hard.
That's my blood, that's my flesh!
Eager to stop An Su's wasteful act, the Azure Sorceress mobilized all her magic power, pouring it towards the Dawn Cathedral, but was blocked by a pale magic barrier;
Cersei, having previously been disinterested, once again stood in the way, her body covered in blood, yet her eyes gleamed with excitement, sensing the expressionless An Su dismembering his body, her pupils flaring with a sickened madness—
This is how it should be, how it should be!
An Su Moningsta, you should be like this!
Let us go mad together to the end of the world!
It turned out not to be about stitching together Dawn and Azure, but to merge Dawn, Azure, and Chenxing.
The body blessed by the Dawn Saintess, within the Orthodox Court, is a treasure all over; An Su's cursed body, for the Esoteric Sect, from toe to hair, everything is a delicacy, far surpassing the shell of Dawn!
Once light and dark merge, it is the chaos of the world.
[World Collapse Level: 99%]
An Su, his complexion nearly translucent from the loss of too much blood, could hardly stand steady, heartless and gutless, was merely relying on an unimaginable will to support his body, completing this final ritual—using his own body as an anchor, sacrificing himself to the undead of the Sea of Life.
