The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 780 395: An Su Moningsta, You Are the Bishop of Chao

[Error Degree: 97%]

An Su walked down Fate's Staircase, his head bowed and gaze focused on the fine, crimson cracks on the steps. The red fissures spread across Fate's Staircase, and once the cracks completely covered the stairway, Heaven would collapse due to these errors.

And he himself would beco 'an error,' deviating from the originally destined destructive end.

Thus, it was impossible for Miss Enya to find him.

She didn't want to be found, so no one could find her.

Shadow Magic is the only magic of the Outer Gods, and Miss Enya, as the Saintess of the Demon Clan, is the epito of Shadow Magic in this era.

Even the Last Bishop's 'Pure White Holy Eyes' couldn't see through Shadow and the Unknown, let alone An Su with his mortal eyes.

Escaping from the Last Bishop was easier than finding Miss Enya; that's the most difficult task.

[Error Degree: 98%]

The errors deepened, the cracks reaching the third-to-last step of Heaven. Now, those erroneous fissures were just one step away from Heaven's gates, signifying that Miss Maid's ritual was also just one step away.

Shadow and the Unknown were not just stealing her na, but also erasing all traces of her existence in this world.

Even the mories in her mind were slowly evaporating.

A person truly dies when the last person who rembers her forgets her, and then the entire universe becos unrelated to her.

By the ti the error degree reached 98%, perhaps only An Su still rembered Miss Maid's na. Therefore, he could not forget.

Miss Enya.

But what was her original last na?

An Su forgot it; he forgot Miss Enya's surna.

An Su began to recall, repeatedly recalling, echoes of mories deepening the impressions in his mind. First, he pictured Miss Maid in his mind: her amber-clear ink-black pupils, her thin lips like early cherry blossoms, her long black hair falling down, often dressed in a standard maid's uniform or a black and white Lolita skirt, her slender, pale legs adorned with white silk garters and deer leather boots.

She always spoke certain things without a change in her expression, voice or tone; she said these words either against a backdrop of dark grey clouds or a deep blue sea, in a morning showered with white sun rays or an evening filled with roses. In short, Miss Enya was constantly and perpetually speaking those words.

But what was Miss Enya's original surna?

An Su continued to recall, searching as he rembered the last night he saw Miss Enya, a night of stars and shadows, like they were playing a ga of hide-and-seek back then.

At the end of the ga, the found Miss Enya lightly laughed and said,

"You are cheating, Young Master Ansu."

"This ti doesn't count."

"Next ti then." (End of Chapter 316)

So, her words 'Next ti then' had this aning.

An Su helplessly shook his head, indeed it was so.

He also rembered when Miss Enya said this, not looking at his face, just lightly leaning on his chest, her amber eyes slightly trembling, with her thin lips tightly pressed.

Scattered shadows flit about like butterflies.

At that ti, An Su hadn't understood the aning behind her words nor her expression back then; by the ti he understood, he couldn't find her anymore.

Only then was he confused.

Truly so.

He rembered the last ti they played hide-and-seek, how he cheated to win—by pretending to cut his own neck with a knife, which imdiately made the hiding Miss Maid co out to save him.

But could the sa thod work this ti?

An Su glanced at the Holy Blade at his waist, pondered briefly, and again helplessly shook his head; it wouldn't work this ti. Even if he died right here and now, Miss Enya wouldn't co out.

Because Miss Enya knew that the Last Bishop possessed resurrection magic, and upon awakening, he wouldn't let An Su die.

Even if An Su committed suicide, Miss Enya wouldn't show up to save him—because she knew that only by destroying his fate of certain death, could she truly save him.

But suicide, such a conservative thod, was not enough to find Miss Enya. As the errors deepened, An Su's mory of her also beca more blurred, as if covered by a warm-colored gauze, the mory fading as though separated by a thin mist, or perhaps an intermittent autumn rain.

Autumn rain poured down, blurring the images in the rainy night.

[Error Degree: 99%]

Keep thinking, keep recalling.

Even if his consciousness was completely evaporated, he must continue to recall.

Continue to recall Miss Maid's na.

As long as her na still echoes in his heart, she will continue to exist in this world.

An Su's mories are the only anchor left for Miss Maid, he finally understood the rules of this Shadow Ritual, he is the last person in this world who rembers Miss Maid, if he also forgets, Shadow and the Unknown could completely take away Miss Maid's na, completely erasing Enya's existence.

He is the last anchor.

[Error Degree: 99%]

Only one step remains.

But when God decides to take the sacrifice, how can mortals stop the ritual of the divine.