The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 574 - 314 Merlin: Too Awesome! _2

"You don't have to be nervous."

Everything was over.

An Su had finally accepted the fact.

The mutation that had occurred with the Judgment Chief pulled those immersed in the vision of the Blessed Son back to reality. They looked at the fresh blood streaming down the shoulder blade of Bishop Yake, yet An Su beside him took no action, not even appearing to begin to make a move after a long while.

Apart from the members of the Magic Association and the Saint Army, there were also several gazes from the servants of the demigods at the scene, but even they could not discern how Yake had been injured... This situation was like the ceremony last night when the Eldest Prince, bearing the blood of Milton, suddenly mutated, as if struck by Divine Punishment.

All present at this scene dared not make any rash moves, looking towards An Su with astonishment in their eyes.

Especially the saints from the Church, whose looks were full of reverence, even to the point of slight fanaticism.

According to the Bible, the Blessed Son does not need to take action personally; the Gods will punish those who blaspheme against the Saint Heir, even if such a person possesses the bloodline of the Royal Family—of course, the young people also knew that this claim was a bit far-fetched, but who could deny it when An Su was so good-looking? His teal eyes paired with his silver-white hair, even when his face was splattered with blood, the young man remained unmoved, unflapped by honor or disgrace, his holiness undiminished.

Based solely on his looks, if he wasn't the prophesied Saint Heir, then who else could be?

An Su indeed did not move, after all, he was somewhat numb.

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He looked at Yake, who was clutching one side of his shoulder, with sympathy. As the Blessed Son, he hated to see others injured and bleeding—of course, tying knots did not fall under this category, as the benevolent Mr. An Su excelled in painless magic.

Before An Su could express concern for Mr. Yake's wound, the other side of the latter's shoulder blade also burst open with blood.

Great.

Now there was a symmetry of beauty.

An Su showed a relieved smile.

He sensed the presence on the other side, he could hear the crisp sound of snow-white toes lightly stepping on the thick pool of blood, bringing forth a sticky sound. The scent of blueberries lingered near the young man's ear, snow-white hair falling with the wind, gently brushing against the same snow-white veil, and at the end of the sleeves of the gown, droplets of blood fell from it. The Little Witch cocked her head, her gaze cold as she said,

"Who's the inexplicable woman then?"

This one was even more significant.

The only thing An Su regretted now was using the Reverse Position on the Little Saintess.

Looking at Mr. Yake, who was bleeding from both sides, he tentatively said, "Are you alright?"

You tell me, you demon... Yake was in agony but couldn't express it. He was a pure mage, not a Judgement Holy Knight. His Magic Rank had reached that of a Saint, but his physical body was frail and especially vulnerable to close-range assassins. Despite possessing magic worthy of a Saint, he couldn't locate the enemy's position, rendering his magic useless.

In theory, any assassin should be unable to hide from his Saint-level soul perception,

but the reality was, except for An Su, he sensed no one else.

Luojia's veil was the magic of the God of Law, while Enya's stealth could deceive even demigods.

He could only feel malice, the purest malice.

There was only one possibility, those existences behind him were not human.

He tried to spread his Magic Circuit throughout his body, covering himself with magic for all-around defense, but it did little good because in the next instant, the invisible shadow blade pierced through his back, shredding his Magic Circuit, causing chaos as the magic began to run rampant within Yake's body, even leaking outward. For the shadows lurking in the darkness, a magic barrier was useless, because every perfect barrier has shadows.

"I was merely stating a fact."

The Maid Miss elegantly extracted the shadow from Yake's spine, incidentally pulling out some spinal fluid with it. Her gaze remained calm and poised, but those chilly eyes reflected no emotions, like an unfathomably deep pool of water, devoid and bleak.

"You don't have to be nervous, Miss Luojia."

An Su looked at Mr. Yake, who had curled up in pain like a shrimp, with pity. For some reason, he also felt a phantom pain of empathy.

Brother Yake, even though it is you who are being beaten jointly,

The wounds are on you, but the pain is in my heart.

"According to my knowledge,"

The Little Witch said with a smile, her fingertips emitting a trace of deep black light, filled with the blasphemy of disaster and deceit. Ever since An Su had reversed Luojia, her constitution, which could originally attract endless Holy Light, had naturally changed as well. By now, Luojia was able to wield darkness of an equivalent scale. She gently touched her fingertip to Yake's spine, and that black light flowed into his torso along the fractured Magic Circuit, eventually seeping into his soul through the broken path.

——"You detest Mr. An Su, don't you?"

Miss Enya fell silent, lifting her eyes to gaze calmly at Luojia.

The Little Witch tilted her head, "Oh dear, could it be that I remembered wrong?"

"Maid Miss?"

Her smile cracked slightly revealing a touch of madness and pleasure as she poured all of the darkness into Yake's spine!

The greatest mutation occurred at this moment.

The judges from the Abnormality Management Bureau watched with terror as Yake's spine bulged irregularly, forming a pair of swollen protrusions that burst through the deep black cloak.

His whole body had been corrupted by the pitch black, each inch of his skin radiating a cold temperature, his golden eyes rapidly fading to pitch black. The corners of his mouth stretched into a vast curve, claws of bone piercing through the skin; blood trickled down, and those claws pointed at An Su. He wanted to speak, but he could not utter another word.

Only the dark and vindictive voice of a curse remained.

This was a fall,

Although they did not know how it had happened, there was no doubt, it was a mutation from flesh to soul.

Just like the grand ceremony last night,

Just like the Eldest Prince who had struck at An Su,

Yake, the Judge with the bloodline of the Milton side branch, had also undergone a soul mutation!

Could it be that the Radiance truly despised the family of the golden kite, or that the actions of the Empire had truly angered all living beings, leading to such Divine Punishment? Just like it's written in the Bible?

To say that this matter was unrelated to An Su, without any conspiracy involved, the judges did not believe at all.

But that wasn't important; whether they believed was not significant. What mattered most was... the public would believe, the Church would believe.

And they lacked evidence to refute.

Most importantly, just moments ago, witnessed by the public, in front of the Abnormality Management Department and the Holy Knight Order, under the gaze of several demi-god members of the Royal Family, An Su truly summoned forth a vast Holy Light again. No matter how nitpicky, even the demigods could not find a flaw, because An Su had indeed summoned the Holy Light, had truly been blessed by the Goddess. Because this was not a lie, but this truth had been turned upside down.

Yake gradually lost control, incapable of competing with the Eldest Prince, after all the latter was a demigod and he was only a Saint. Nevertheless, it was a disaster beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

It crawled on the ground, the swellings on its back bursting open with blood, sprouting deep black wings. Those feathers instantly covered its entire body, casting a massive shadow over the Imperial Capital,

All the judges knew what this meant,

There was no longer any chance of redemption.

The racial strife between the Dark Son and the Son of Radiance, the class struggle between nobility and commoners... all conflicts, big and small, were like accumulating snowflakes that could no longer be hidden, for the avalanche was imminent.

The Era of Chaos was forthcoming.

But in the meantime, another minor conflict remained unresolved.

"That's very intense."

And at the very top of the stairs, Merlin Andre wore the most cheerful of smiles. Delighted, he spread his arms, overlooking everything on the steps, overseeing An Su's gradually changing expressions, clapping his hands,

"Not in vain did I endure such torment at your hands,"

"Even if it means working overtime, witnessing such a battle of the strong is well worth the price of admission!"