The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 540 - 289: The Gods Have Arrived, The Mortals Prostrate (5200)
Who gave it to him!
The Eldest Prince felt as if his soul were being scorched, and at this moment, his astonishment reached its peak, for the soul of the youth before him had changed its appearance—
Tai Rui saw endless deep blue flames rising from behind An Su; his silvery-white hair spread across the lead-colored sky, interweaving with the stars, his gaze itself becoming the starlight, at the moment when night meets dawn, countless eras ascended from the starlight, flourishing and fading.
"Dari! Praise Dari!"
That ancient and glorious voice called out in the fire, the illiterate of the Sun Family laughing wildly in the River of Life,
"It should be this way, hand over all the mutts of the world, this gutter Prince, this nonsensical imperial power, hand over the whole damn Imperial Capital to Dari!!
That Star Fire clearly shares the same origin with the Sun's flames!
Archduke Annand, the Sun War God.
It was this most powerful Demi-God Knight who left this wisp of flame inside An Su's soul... and it was today!
Within this wisp of flame, the strength of the God of War remained, not yet dissipated.
Terry Milton stepped back several paces, his spirit wanting to withdraw from this sea of fire; even his soul did not wish to confront the residue of the mightiest demi-god directly.
However, since the Prince had actively invaded An Su's spirit, it was not so easy to withdraw now.
An Su stared intensely at the soul of Prince Tai Rui, raising the Ceremonial Scepter in his hand. The tens of thousands of tons of golden authority that had pressed upon An Su's soul were being scorched, melted, and steamed by the flames of the stars; the imperial power steadily dissolved in the flames within his eyes. As An Su took a step forward, Prince Tai Rui had to step back.
All the Nobility, Municipal Officers, and Guard Knights in the Ceremony Hall rose abruptly from their seats as they watched the youth on the steps, within whose arms shone the most radiant and flawless Holy Light, seemingly merging with the youth, casting his profile in a divine and sacred glow,
All could feel the Goddess of Radiance had descended; at this moment, the Saint Heir was within the Ceremony Hall, and no one dared question the glory of the Goddess!
Not only the people in the Ceremony Hall, but citizens throughout the Empire were also following this scene, watching the Child of the Curse in the light; they held their breath, as if witnessing the dawn of an era, everyone knew what this meant.
If An Su truly completed the ritual, from this night forth, all sins of the Dark Sons would cease to exist.
But this did not mean the Empire would prosper; on the contrary, the previously balanced order of the Empire's strata would be completely shattered, past radiance equates to sin. Bottom-up reform would rise, led by the false light sustained by the flesh and blood of the Child of the Curse, would be revealed once more in front of the citizenry.
Order was about to be broken—
No one knew how many Dark Sons had been slaughtered within the Empire over a thousand years.
Millions, tens of millions,
or hundreds of millions?
Or even more?
For the officials in various provincial and municipal halls, as well as the financial magnates, Clerics, and Holy Knights in the municipal churches, this was the least desirable scenario; only a stable and peaceful society could prosper — even if that prosperity was not radiant.
It has always been so, thus they were right.
At this moment, regardless of who made the move, they hoped An Su would die.
Anyone could become the Saint Heir, except for An Su, for it has always been so. They stared unrelentingly at that youth, their murky yellow eyes like those of many beasts, as ferocious as lions, as cunning as rabbits, as crafty as foxes.
Yet, there were also those who hoped An Su would survive, complete the ritual.
Those restless, fearful eyes came from the fields, the desolate villages, the slums of the abandoned city streets, the dark, damp underground sewers, from every poor family hiding in darkness, evading witch hunting teams, from orphanages in every state, from covert meetings and wicked wizards, from the execution grounds, on the shriveled straw and grain piles, every charred corpse's hollow eyes.
In a mansion of the Chenxing Family on the border, too, a child watched, anxious yet hopeful, waiting. A child named Wellington, even a year later, remembered what a man named Xianzong had said to him on that chilling rainy night—
I'm here to sacrifice their sins.
"An Su Moningsta, you deceitful blasphemer!"
The Eldest Prince's soul cursed through clenched teeth amid the Star Fire. A split second in the real world felt endlessly long in the spiritual realm; Tai Rui's soul, seared almost entirely, his elaborate Golden Kite Robe also scorched to ashes.
"The Goddess of Radiance never loved you."
He stared intensely at An Su's eyes, his rage exceeded his reason. A lowly commoner, not even a Saint, dared to usurp imperial power, seize God's glory!
"So in this blessed ritual of Radiance, you won't surpass me either!"
If it weren't for being unable to act in the real world, the Prince would have already eradicated the lowly An Su.
Damned Church.
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Why must he now struggle in this spiritual realm against this despicable border man.
Radiance never cared about Dark Sons; the Goddess of Radiance never loved An Su, much less regarded him as the Saint Heir; all this was nothing but the lies of vile people, the chaos of fabricated lies, they deceived everyone, that despicably low Saintess, dare to betray her class, stand on the side of darkness!
