The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 592 - 320: The Arrival of the Bishop of Chaos (5400)_3

An Su's expression revealed deep thought upon hearing these words.

"Where did they go?" the Celestial Messenger frowned, "The official army is the main force."

"As far as I know..." the Priest hesitated again, "these nobles have already left the Imperial Capital."

"It's because the Golden Kite Royal Family is leaving Farol and migrating to the second capital, Labuda, and they need the Saint Army to escort them."

"So they took everything with them?"

The Celestial Messenger rubbed the bridge of his nose. Even with hundreds of years of experience, He was finding the situation hard to bear. The Church might have a surplus of Saints, but they were mostly distributed across national districts. In a time so pressing, gathering them swiftly was a great difficulty.

The official Saints of Farol were the main force.

Yet at this very moment, the Saints from the Heresy Administration Bureau refused to participate, claiming the need to maintain stability in the Imperial Capital. Instead, they were suppressing the residents of Farol to prevent the mass escape or rebellion of refugees, delaying the chaos in the Imperial Capital to buy more time.

But this wasn't for conquering the world; it was to buy time for the nobility to completely evacuate.

And the Royal Guard was, naturally, to protect the Royal Family.

An Su could understand the Empire's policy. To an empire, the Emperor is the symbol of stability; should anything happen to the Emperor, all stability would collapse, and the entire empire's confidence and order would disintegrate. The "Era of Chaos" would likely descend in an instant.

As long as the Royal Family was alive, as long as the ruling class remained, and the Empire's esteemed individuals persisted, even if they moved the capital and preserved the trustworthy military might—even if many expendable lives were lost—the next Farol would still be rebuilt.

And if the Church's Saints and Bishops were to perish in this disaster, the Royal Family might even gain direct control over divine authority.

This was like the historical "An Shi Rebellion," but under the threat of God, the situation was even more extreme, even bloodier.

"Farol" was already the sacrificial pawn.

From the beginning, the nobility never intended to save the city.

He turned his face to look towards the Outer City of Farol, where heavy clouds blanketed Maria's protective moat. The alchemical carriages of various families tread upon the hoarfrost, emitting layers of thick nitre smoke and mist from the core of the Magic Furnace.

The brown military boots of the Heretic Judges stepped upon the mist and smoke. They were arresting fleeing refugees and sealing off secret assemblies. By now, the chaos in the Imperial Capital could no longer be concealed by decrees.

Most residents could feel the threat from above; they were not fools—the government's lies couldn't deceive them.

Some formed groups and charged at the city gates, trying to flee. The stakes for burning at the square's center were brought out again. The fragments of the lowly peoples' bones dispersed in the air, intertwining with the mist emanating from the alchemical carriages.

The Era of Chaos was close enough to the present, the stars could now corrupt these remaining ordinary citizens.

Anyone who gazed upon the stars became hideous monsters, so the Judgement Officers wore their most righteous, holiest of crowns. Those they burned to death were all evil children of the dark; only those of noble blood were immune to becoming abominations, only the esteemed individuals of the Golden Kite Royal Family could resist the threats from the starry heavens.

Thus, the stability of the Imperial Capital was maintained, and the degree of chaos considerably lessened. Ever since the stakes were erected, the countdown on the Astro Church's dome had not moved, even dropping below twenty percent.

Compared to the Church, the actions of the Abnormality Management Bureau seemed correct—as long as the Golden Kite remained, stability would not wither.

Eliminate the unstable elements, and the world can have peace.

Just as they had done for centuries,

Simply treat all the disobedient ones, all those who destabilize, all those attempting to survive, as children of darkness!

Just crown them with righteousness, turn them to ashes, and Order will erect its monument upon those ashes.

[Chaos Level: 19%]

[Time until the Era of Chaos descends: 71:12]

Everything is at peace.

For some reason, at this moment, An Su's senses were exceptionally sharp. He gently closed his eyes, hearing more and more sounds—the crunching of bones underfoot, the flutter of flames, the whinnying of alchemical carriages...

And also, the sound of flowers withering.

His fingertips conveyed an icy touch, and as he turned his head, he discovered that Luojia had gently taken his hand.

At that moment, An Su knew something had happened, some upheaval had occurred.

He looked up again to the dome's Magic Screen, and in that instant—

[Chaos Level: 90%]

[Time until the Era of Chaos descends——]

[Ten hours]

All the Astrologers were startled by the sudden spike in the data, even the Celestial Messenger began to doubt whether the terminal was malfunctioning.

Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps came from the entrance, and an Order Priest gasping for breath pushed the door open. He had just received a magic message, and his eyes were still filled with terror and shock as he trembled and said,

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"We've received intelligence, the Royal Knight Order was ambushed in the Outer City... all perished. Several Demigods who serve as patrons are still in fierce battle."

"All the Municipal Officers are dead too...."

"As for the Nobility who evacuated outside the city... the number of deaths remains unclear."

"Golden Kite Royal Family... there's no news."

The Celestial Messenger's eyes widened, he would rather believe the terminal was broken than the Priest's words. How many Saints were in the Royal Knight Order?

At least a hundred!

That is the strongest force and confidence that the Golden Kite Royal Family had built up over the years,

Such a line-up of Saints could even battle Demigods.

It was one thing for them to all have fallen, but for them to die all at once in an instant!

Faced with everyone's questioning gaze, the Priest's face was ashen as he shook his head, indicating that he was not clear on the details.

"The specifics are even less clear to us than to you, but one thing—"

He paused, then lifted his head to continue slowly,

"Just now."

"The Bishop of Chaos has descended."

—Bishop of Chaos.

Everyone was plunged into horror, except for An Su, who remained calm. He looked up at the rapidly escalating Chaos Level on the dome, and at that moment, he recalled something, a magic that could make it happen.

[Chaos Level: 95%]

[Time until the Era of Chaos descends: Five hours]

An Su turned his head again to look towards the Imperial Capital's Outer City that he had once gazed upon. The cacophony of noises had vanished, the crisp creaking of bones, the susurration of flames, the hiss of the Alchemical Carriages, all gone.

The entire Imperial Capital lay peaceful and serene under the night sky, with only one sound clearly heard—

That was the sound of Golden Kite Flowers falling.

"Celestial Majesty."

An Su spoke calmly to the Celestial Messenger, "There's no time left for the Church to summon more Saint Armies. Let us connect."

Those dark turquoise eyes reflected a cool radiance,

"For the Golden Kite Flowers have begun to wither."