The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 464 - 275 "I Would Be Honored to Become Your Knight

[Saint An Su Moningsta, has died.]

Void.

An Su's soul could only feel a vast emptiness, as he stood on the banks of the River of Life, watching his own flesh being devoured completely. Yet, he felt no pain. He watched everything that was happening with indifference and calm, looking down upon the whole world as if he were just a passerby.

[World Error Rate: 90%]

[Ten minutes remain until the night ends (dawn's arrival, or the descent of twilight).]

In the strictest sense, An Su was already dead. But due to the rules of the Cathedral World, under the protection of the True God, his soul could linger briefly in this world. Should the world beco completely erroneous and the Cathedral World lose the protection of the True God, he would truly die.

Without a doubt, this was the closest An Su had ever co to death.

He stood on the left bank of the River of Life and saw countless souls being sucked into the river's vortex, eventually becoming lost on the far bank, forgetting their mories, emotions, and even personalities. They would struggle eternally and wander forever, never to find their way back.

Ultimately, they gave up everything, floating downstream, swallowed by the whirlpool.

In the River of Life, even the concept of ti did not exist.

Past deceased, present deceased, and even future deceased, all rged into this communion river that flowed from the source of life, coming from various life tributaries to join together.

If he failed this ti, An Su would also be cast into the River of Life, becoming one of those wanderers.

It was exceedingly dangerous.

Yet, it was for that reason that there was value in attempting.

An Su shifted his gaze. He no longer looked at the River of Life and ceased to fix his eyes on those who had given up and failed. An Su would not falter; even now, with life and death hanging by a thread, his heart would not waver, his gaze would not settle here—

The youth turned around, looking back at the living world, his gaze set on the realm of life.

"Sigh."

At this mont, all the void vanished, all his senses returned to his body. It was as if he could feel his heart starting to beat again, as if he could hear the wind whooshing by his ears. He could feel the hot blood coursing from all directions into his brain, although his physical body was already annihilated, his soul still seethed.

He saw everything of the Dawn Cathedral, large swathes of the firmant falling down, revealing the cold and gloomy starlit sky beyond the firmant. As the sky further ruptured, the temporarily decreased world error rate continued to escalate. When the entire sky fell, the twilight of this world would arrive.

When daylight ca, An Su would die.

A serene smile curved on his lips, and at the sa ti, in the world of the living, within the now rubble-strewn Dawn Cathedral, the Morning Star Saintess opened her eyes too!

Azure blue Magic Eyes reflected the world of living beings, dark blue pupils gazed at the stars beyond the firmant—if anyone t their gaze, they could no longer describe the vastness they felt, the breathtaking beauty that seed to transcend worldly norms and gender boundaries.

The Morning Star Saintess, barefoot among the ruins of the cathedral, bore a striking resemblance to 'Maria,' Her Majesty the Dawn Saintess, who was so beloved and blessed by God just for her appearance. The only difference was in her eyes, which dazzled and led mortals to wander in the River of Life or beco lost in the boundless sea of stars.

All fates of life, all the dazzling starlight, rose and fell, turned and tumbled within those eyes.

Her almost transparent white profile and her cherry blossom-thin lips, stained with scabs of crimson blood—it was An Su's blood, like fallen petals in snow, adding an eerie and transcendent quality amidst the sanctity, that sent shivers down one's spine.

Holiness and malevolence, two completely repelling auras, coexisted on the sa person.

As if she sensed sothing was amiss, she sniffed slightly, tilted her head curiously, and stuck out her tongue, licking the blood by her lips as nonchalantly as a kitten washing its face—swallowing all traces that An Su had left behind, not leaving a single bit.

Like a newborn child, she was curious about everything.

While doing so, the Morning Star Saintess squinted her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as if savoring the finest, most fragrant red wine in the world. After she had licked the blood from her lips, she extended her pale index finger to scrape off the dried blood on her cheeks, placed it onto her lips, and slowly chewed and sucked on it.

[You've attracted... an error... error... the jealous gaze of the Mother Goddess of Life.]

The nearly dead artificial star announced.

Luo Xiaohei waved its tail, stood upright, put its paws on its hips, and owed about how laughable it was that such a grown person would mimic a kitten sucking her fingers.

"You're not allowed to eat!"

"That's mine! All mine!"

Above the firmant, the Azure Sorceress watched helplessly as the tasty child was completely devoured by the wild woman, not even leaving scraps, as the cooked duck flew away right before her eyes, making it impossible for Miss Witch to stay calm anymore.

What in the world was happening from start to finish!

She had originally thought An Su would do sothing like stitching plant parts onto corpses, a trick that had long been overplayed. But how did things suddenly escalate to this magnitude!

Summoning the deceased Azure Sorceress was already bad enough, but then they had to incorporate the Azure Sorceress's soul into the Dawn Saintess' body...

And it hadn't ended there. As the Summoner, the Ritual Priest An Su had turned himself into a sacrifice, casting himself into this ritual.