The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 458 - 274 An Su Wickedly Becomes Righteous

Farol, night.

The miserable and cold autumn wind rustled through the square, the dim twilight subsided at the end of the mountains, and the mosaic glass of the church turned from bright to dim, covered in a layer of lead-gray film.

With a flash of white light from the clouds, the dark clouds pressed down, and the rainy season in Farol was about to arrive.

The sky had already darkened, and today's exam had also reached its end.

In the cathedral corridor, clergy from various factions were hurrying, bearing stern expressions.

It had been forty minutes since room sixteen and room nineteen lost contact, and the Celestial Priests were attempting to restore surveillance over the `Dawn World`.

But no matter how they tried, the other end of the Magic Screen only flashed with the scarlet word 'error', that deep blood-red color as if overflowing through the screen.

The next second, fine cracks erupted from the Mithril Screen.

They all knew, this was a sign that the Artificial World had begun to spiral out of control.

Once a major loss of control began, it couldn't be stopped, any reckless intervention from the outside would only accelerate the process of collapse—the principle that more bugs would appear the more you tried to nd.

Even the most fundantal interaction 'observation' should not be attempted lightly, as it could disrupt the balance.

This was Schrodinger's world.

[World collapse degree, ninety-five percent]

If the Artificial World completely lost control, reaching one hundred percent in errors, it would slip from the Church's control and transform from the 'Cathedral World' into the 'Border World'.

By then, this world would no longer belong to the Church, and even the protection of the Seven True Gods would fail.

If the situation escalated to the very end, the consequences were unimaginable. If examinees died in that world, it would be more than rely 'losing mory'; in the worst case, they would truly die in reality.

And the two examinees in the Nether World, one was the Empire's Third Princess, the other was the only son of the Chenxing Family from the Border, either incident would cause irrevocable damage to the Church's reputation and its rule.

The Forest Elder looked worriedly toward rlin,

However, rlin's face bore no hint of worry. He supported his chin, crossed his legs, and nonchalantly awaited the final outco.

Everyone's gone mad… The Forest Elder sighed.

The audience in the square had also exploded into chaos, creating a huge uproar and even triggering large-scale protests; ordinary people were so inflad not out of concern for the saints—they were unaware of the consequences of losing control of the world, but rather they were dissatisfied with having the signal cut off after paying, especially just when it was getting exciting.

The sowhat knowledgeable nobles and Church faithful had their brows furrowed, each sporting a complex expression. They were aware of what was transpiring inside, so anxious, and others secretly pleased.

The projection of the legendary Witch 'Azure' had gone out of control. She was the most brutal, most evil, and most terrifying Great Witch.

Though An Su was sowhat skilled for his age, he was only a sixteen-year-old boy after all, locked in the sa world as the Azure Sorceress, no one could imagine how dreadful An Su's fate could be.

No one held hope for An Su; in the nobility district, Count Karlo was already preparing to have a secret discussion with the Imperial Royal Family; if his child encountered an accident during the Church examination, he would sever economic supplies to the frontier and allow the Esoteric Sect Legion to enter into the heart of the Empire.

He had long told An Su to not join the Radiant Holy See, stating there wasn't a single good entity within!

No one believed An Su could win; perhaps Her Majesty the Princess could survive out of the erroneous world, but it was impossible for An Su—he was, after all, just an ordinary Fourth Tier sorcerer.

If he begged quickly enough, perhaps the Azure Sorceress might leave him an intact corpse.

Miss Enya bit her thin lips, her gaze indifferently shifting toward the Astral Terminal in the middle of the church, her deep black eyes void of any emotion, her young master enduring tornt by that wicked woman on the other end of this terminal.

"Woo, woo, I beg for rcy!"

The Azure Sorceress. Miss Bones covered her reddened tailbone, whipped by the Holy Light Whip, as crystal tears circled in her azure eyes. With a sob, she looked pitifully aggrieved, raising her hands high as a sign of surrender, "Stop hitting, An boss, no, Old Master An stop!"

"I'm already a corpse!" Miss Bones protested, "Keep hitting, and not even an entire corpse will remain!"

With a calm expression, An Su wielded the Holy Light Whip, making it whistle through the air.

From a young age, he had been engrossed in the traditional arts of the Chaos Dynasty, and after years of diligent study, he had developed a notable mastery in fields like 'improving tool production efficiency and promoting the recycling of goods in trade'; whether lashing, whipping, striking, or fanning, each movent was filled with professional ticulousness typical of heavy industry of a major nation, brimming with details.

The whip fell, and the mixture of wails, the cracking whip sounds, and the popping of bones, whether heavy or light, were rhythmic, as if what he wielded was not a whip but a musical instrunt, the target of his beating no longer Miss Bones, but a set of drums.

It made one marvel, what an An Su drum! Hamring down fiercely, passionately, recklessly!

The beauty and artistic quality of the aesthetic transcended the sensory level, composing the most unique song, since traditional art cos from local sentints, aid to be grounded, so let's call this song 'Mud Song' by An Su.