The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 746 - 382 Chaotic Audience: Another One?2

Even the most venerable mbers of the Chaotic Council need their support and votes; Cersei Milton actually dared to lay hands on them!

Without them, the entire Chaotic Church Nation would descend into utter chaos.

"Madman! Madman!"

Just as a large portion of Farol's Nobility class had perished during the coronation ceremony, Avad's hierarchy would similarly face slaughter at this Witch Tea Party, then like now.

Blood splashed like an ocean, covering the entire Witch Garden with the radiance of death.

Watching the Nobility being mowed down, the frenzied public did not stop cheering.

Instead, their cheers grew even more fervent!

"Chaos is a ladder, chaos is a ladder!"

In this nation, obsessed with entertainnt to the point of insanity and chaos to the point of madness, when joy is propagated to the extre, no one cares about the past, present, or future. Even if they know they will fall tomorrow, even if joy after its dissipation leads to desolation, even if fervent midsumr's burn gives way to late autumn, all joy will eventually wither like the trees in the garden, rendered sparse by the autumn wind, turning today's rejoicing into tomorrow's burning desires. Yet despite this—

The children of chaos still dance wildly for today's delights.

All eras perish due to weakness, but the Chaotic Church Nation alone is incinerated to ashes by its own splendor!

Cersei did not use any Magic, but rely doused 'Golden Kite's Son' in the endless Radiance from above; just this alone caused such terrifying widespread casualties. This is the blessing of Golden Kite's Son's constraint ability on dark creatures; the darker the being, the greater the effect.

In this age, the Golden Kite Dynasty has yet to arrive, and the ancestors of Milton have not yet been born.

Cersei is the first Golden Kite's Son of this world, and she will also establish the first Golden Kite Dynasty of this world at this ti!

"Don't be afraid. For I am here."

Facing Cersei's overwhelming onslaught, An Su calmly said.

As the darkest Child of the Curse present, he calmly shielded Miss Luojia in front of him.

No, don't be afraid, for you are here... Miss Luojia expressionlessly turned to stare at An Su, you really are self-aware.

That Radiance, occupying half the sky, poured down on Miss Luojia's profile, making her appear pristine as a painting. The sa Radiance that nearly obliterated half the garden had no effect on Luojia.

She is the fully awakened Radiant Holy Saintess, so obviously divine blessings have no effect on her.

The Imperial Capital's Saintess is, after all, but a pseudo-Saintess.

"What treasure am I to you this ti?" she sighed, her expression exuding a 'there's just no getting through to you' helplessness, "Annoying Mr. An Su."

Miss Luojia felt like she was just an easy-to-use tool.

When An Su's hands were cold, she beca a hand warr; when An Su was short on Magic Power, she beca a power bank.

She had grown accustod to this way of interacting with Mr. An Su.

Thinking of these things, a helpless smile flickered across Luojia's lips. She always had no solution for An Su; at this mont, death was spreading amidst the Radiance, and the annoying Mr. An Su was right behind her, gently embracing her. Their breaths intermingled as if they both dissolved into the pure sea of light.

"What treasure am I to you this ti?" Luojia asked, her smile brimming with amusent.

"A bunker."

An Su protected Luojia from behind, not even lifting his head as he responded.

...Is a bunker also a kind of treasure!

Instantly, Miss Luojia's fur bristled; your whole family is a bunker.

In a sense, An Su was not lying. Standing behind the Little Saintess was indeed safe; no Holy Light could penetrate, as steady as a bunker.

Miss Luojia is so handy... An Su nodded to himself, gently embracing the Holy Maiden's delicate and exquisite form from behind.

Luojia stood there calmly, amidst a courtyard covered with fresh blood and corpses.

Only the spot where the Little Saintess stood remained pure and unblemished; the remaining nobles of the entire garden, seeing that only An Su was unaffected, eagerly displayed their elated faces, impatiently and competitively moving towards An Su and Luojia.

Cersei had gone mad, the Chaotic Council could not be reached, and at this ti, only An Su, who was about to beco a Chaotic Councilor, could save them.

Leading the pack of nobles was none other than Mr. Tang Jieked, a grand noble who had been eliminated. This overseer of the "Chaotic Examination Law," upon facing the much-longed-for Land of Radiance, ran faster than anyone.

It was the sa Land of Radiance that Tang Jieked pursued with fervor, but when it actually appeared before him, he was not pleased.

"Mr. An Su, the past mishap was my fault."

Now facing death, he acknowledged his mistake. Even in apologizing, this noble whose lineage spanned thirty thousand years did not lose the dignity of the Tang Family, "If you can protect today, I am willing to destroy my own bones and apologize to you."

He believed that soone like An Su, who ca from the borderlands and lacked both heritage and lineage, needed allies like the Tang Family.

"When you wish to secure your position as a Councilor, you will need the support of our Sugar Sect."

"If you still do not trust ," he said with a confident smile, "we can make a three-year pact. If I beco a Demigod in three years, then I would be 'faultless.'"

But before Tang Jieked could finish, his expression froze.

The confident and elegant smile solidified on his face.

Slowly lowering his gaze, Tang Jieked saw a magic sword emitting azure light buried in his chest. As the blue glimrs swayed, gazes of life assaulted him from all directions; he felt his body growing wildly, each muscle inflating in value, his flesh horrifically spreading across his face. Both soul and body experienced the utmost frenzy of pain.

[Azure Redemption Holy Sword]

At the hilt of the Holy Sword, the hand that held it belonged to the young An Su Moningsta.

The youth, with teal pupils, had his right arm gently wrapped around Miss Luojia's waist, while his left hand wielded the blasphemous sword, precisely piercing through Tang Jieked's chest.

On the corners of the young man's mouth was a smile, calm yet insane.

"It's better for you to start over."

Tang Jieked's spirit and body withered away, his being offered up like a sacrifice on the Mother Goddess's dining table. The gluttonous feast continued, yet he was no longer a guest but the al on the plate.

Death descended in an instant, stripping away all his elegance, pride, and nobility.

Tang Jieked's life was one of double standards,

But death alone was truly egalitarian.

It descended equally upon all arrogant nobles.

An Su dragged the trail of azure sword light through the remaining nobles, slaughtering them. He walked lightly between fields of flowers and seas of blood, the blue trail leaping, undulating, and andering among the crowd; with each rise and fall, heads were taken, exquisite als offered to the Mother Goddess of Life!

The blood-red light, symbolic of 'life,' now covered half the courtyard.

It contended with Cersei's brilliant golden radiance, dividing day and night.

Cersei knew Holy Light could not kill Luojia; she used Holy Light only to swiftly slaughter all the grand nobles in the courtyard; An Su would do the sa, with every noble on the field as their prey.

Guests qualified to enter this courtyard were all part of the darkest bloodline of the Chaotic Nation, a taste the Mother Goddess savored.

Whoever sacrificed them first would receive a generous return of Magic Power.

For An Su, for a player, these nobles were all just river monsters!

He needed to accumulate enough Magic Power — the Magic Power supplied by Fallen Angels was not enough; after all, Fallen Angels fed on ordinary people, and no matter how corrupt, ordinary citizens could not compare to nobles.

Cersei, who prepared herself as a Demigod for this battle, gave everything for the slaughter.

Only with enough Magic Power could she defeat this Dianpo.

Countless heads tossed like flower balls aloft, then falling; countless corpses blooming like fireworks then scattering; the blood-stained courtyard was a Chinese wedding chamber, the Holy Light-filled corridor a Western church. An Su, with his arm around Miss Luojia's waist, walked between the red wedding chamber and white church; the continuous snapping of bones was like firecrackers in the bridal chamber; the continuous wails of nobles like church bells ringing, at the very end of chaotic tis, at the very start of the Radiant Epoch, they stepped onto the final ladder of fate together!

"The Priest of Life from ancient tis..."

And in An Su's eyes, madness tinged with azure blue had set in.

——"An Su Moningsta invites you to join the world."

The chaotic spectators were driven completely mad too, both were already so formidable, and now there was another!

It was a battle between three won!