The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing.

Chapter 358 Fight! fighting! fighting!

[Delicious kid, you are playing with fire]

Speechless
An Su felt down when he heard it.

He gazed at the beautiful scenery before him, at the joyous and bustling chaotic holy city, at the God-chosen land that countless colonists longed for, and smiled with satisfaction.

The New Year is coming, and it's time to add some liveliness to Awadh.

We also have to kill the New Year pig in preparation for the New Year.

The flame pots thrown by the giants splashed on the ground, like the tassels dyed by firecrackers; the nobles were trapped in the defensive magic circle, stepping on each other's bones and making crisp sounds, and the sound of skulls breaking, the gongs and drums were beating out, the New Year's splendor played by the bronze drums; the fat of the rainbow messengers, which were covered in oil and had been released from the cage, sizzled under the flames and smelled fragrant for a hundred miles, like the fireworks of the world burned in the stove. Everyone coming and going was familiar, and the conversation and laughter were all lively,
Ansu looked at the beautiful scenery with joy. In order to realize this beauty and for the sake of his dream of the Awadh Kingdom, he would be happy even if he was beheaded by the Mother Goddess.

The young man opened his hands, blood trickled down from his palms, and the demigod's candle oil had mostly burned out.
Then use his blood, the blood of Senator Ansu Milton, to burn away the cold winter of Awad!
Happy New Year to Awadh!

[Ansu Morningstar, why the hell did you still cause chaos! ]

The scarlet sea of ​​life fire completely exploded. The red moon stirred the flames, dyeing half of the sky dark blue. Most of the lives in the courtroom were engulfed. Even the most educated and oldest life priests had never seen such a hot and grand life flame. There was no doubt that this was close to divine punishment.

Only Mr. Devil knows that this is not a punishment from God at all, but a way to protect food.

Mr. Devil stared at Ansu with a pale and desperate face, looking at the crazy and joyful smile on the latter's lips. There was no doubt that this guy was already in the shape of Lord Chaos!

If you want to cause trouble, don't take us with you!

He had a new understanding of Anzu's level of chaos and ability to stir up trouble. He actually sacrificed his life to chaos in front of Hongyue and dripped his cursed blood on the gray candle. The originally balanced situation was completely broken.

An ordinary troublemaker can bring chaos to a city, a mediocre troublemaker can drive a country crazy, and the top troublemaker can even bewitch the gods.

Mr. Devil's eyelids twitched. He looked at the burned courtroom and began to think about which subordinate would be willing to take the blame and pay the money. When the boss is in trouble, the subordinates take the blame. He has cultivated so many loyal people over the years, and now it is their turn to save lives.

But soon, his expression became subtle.

——Because he saw that all his loyal men had gone to [put out the fire].

My own leader was locked in the fire scene. Such a rare opportunity actually happened in the world!

The urban management officers of the Chaos Management Bureau quickly joined the fire brigade, pouring various types of fuel and burning pots into the fire scene. As the saying goes, when the time comes, heaven and earth will help. Originally, most of the demigod candles had burned out, but with the generous help of the chaos urban management officers, high-quality saint fuel was continuously supplied.

This has become a full-scale doomsday carnival.

Merchants threw illegal bills into the fire, esoteric believers threw contraband into the fire, and even the elementary school students in the chaotic juvenile detention center hurriedly threw the winter vacation crimes assigned by the teacher, "Happy Winter Vacation 100 Cases", into the fire.
With the help of the chaotic citizens and firefighters, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and it was about to set the whole world on fire.
Despite this, the most desperate people are not the nobles who were burned to charcoal, nor the devil who is about to face huge compensation, but the life believers in front of the magic screen.

The goddess I believed in was abandoned.

They have been pursuing sacrifice and life all their lives, but they can protect nothing.

They could only watch helplessly as the Mother Goddess they believed in was plundered, and Anzu, the cursed son in the prophecy, sacrificed his blood to chaos. As the most loyal believers of the Mother Goddess, they could do nothing and protect nothing.

This pain, this humiliation, and this wonderful yet strange sense of shame and pleasure made them suffer in their hearts.

These cult lunatics who claimed to be omnipotent and capable of doing all kinds of evil were all completely broken down, just like Merlin who had to work overtime during the New Year, like the sterilized Luo Xiaohei, like Luo Jiafast whose cake shop was locked up, and like the sun and the moon who had changed their genders. They felt despair and pain from the bottom of their hearts.

They fell to their knees helplessly, weeping and crying miserably:

"Don't do that kind of thing!"

"Don't sacrifice cursed blood to chaos or anything like that!"

"I hope Ansu will dedicate his whole life to Her Majesty the Mother Goddess! At least ten years after we are burned to death!"

"You can't!"

And the fire of chaos reached its peak in this reversal and confusion.

That's how it should be, that's how it should be, that's how it should be plundered, turned upside down, and rejoiced.

The best way to watch a movie is to become the protagonist. This inverted joy of plunder is the true meaning of chaos. All the sacred things are desecrated, no matter whether they are righteous gods or esoteric religions. All of them are desecrated, plundered, and confused, and we climb together to the end of the ladder of chaos!
The gray-white flames had already risen up with flames that were no less bright than those of life, and collided with the latter. The gray and red twisted and entangled into a vortex, which was also a spiral staircase that continued to rise.

"It's easy, absolutely possible!"

"That's how it should be, that's how it should be! That's how it should be done in front of you!"

The chaotic citizens and believers were extremely excited and happy. They celebrated crazily, their pupils trembling constantly, and they were so excited that they were about to pull up the flags, and their mouths trembled and cheered.

"That's the way it should be. Not only should it be done this way, but it should also be recorded for three hundred thousand people to enjoy!"

"Member Ansu, we love you!"

Through the live broadcast on the giant magic screen of the Inquisition, the joyous and lively scene has spread, and the chaotic citizens are the most crazy. They have been pursuing joy and chaos all their lives, and the chaotic scenery before them is the miracle they have been pursuing all their lives!
I would die without regrets if I could witness this scene.

"Blessed! Blessed! Blessed!"

The Chaos Cultists had long been unhappy with the Life Cultists, and the conflict was deep-rooted, just buried beneath the prosperous surface of the Avad Theocracy. Now they finally got their chance; some Chaos Cultists even went so far as to mock the Life Cultists who were kneeling on the ground in pain, with their mouths exaggeratedly cracked and their eyes curved like wolf fangs, mockingly saying,
"I just want to see your expressions now!"

Anzu sacrificed the cursed blood to chaos, and what was ignited was not just fire, but the contradictions of Awad, and the vortex hidden under the prosperous times - after all, the Theocracy of Awad is a country of seven faiths, but how can multiple faiths coexist easily? They are just hidden under the prosperous times.

Just like steel covered with cotton wool, as long as the breeze blows, the cold iron bones underneath the cotton wool will be revealed!
Ansu wanted to tear open this window, to ignite the flames of the entire Awad from bottom to top, from inside to outside. Only by throwing everything into the furnace could the only ladder to climb up be forged. Only by burning all the chaos could a new order and glory be built from the ruins.

Just then, An Su heard the low voice of the star in his ears.

[Main Mission 1: Ladder of Destiny] [Awad's Glory: 10%]

[Trial Court constituency support rate: 90 percent]

As a believer of glory, Ansu's mission is to spread glory and order. He has never forgotten his mission.

So the more chaotic it is, the more people will die, and the fewer people there are, the more order there is. So the more chaotic it is, the more order there is, and there is nothing wrong with it.

"Ansu Milton!!"

Mrs. Smile's whole body was covered in flames. Her luxurious and precious human leather coat had been burned and her skin was covered with traces of charred char. She was the only judge still alive besides Mr. Devil - Mr. Devil could not die and had to live to pay his debts.

Anger, deeper than ever before, completely eroded Mrs. Smile's sanity.

Things have come to this point, and she doesn't care even if it means breaking the taboos of the Seven Gods Ritual. She is already dead anyway, so she might as well fight to the end.

Even if it's meaningless, we must fight to the end for what is right!
Seriously injured, she suddenly jumped out of the fire, raised her fist full of fireworks, and the power of a peak saint exploded instantly, concentrating all her magic power into this attack, and bombarded Ansu with it.

This punch was so powerful that it shook the sky, cracked the earth, and shattered the rocks. It actually penetrated the sea of ​​fire in front of An Su and instantly killed the latter.

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But what shocked Madam Smile was that facing the threat of this punch, An Su did not dodge or evade. There was only calmness in his navy blue eyes, which were as clear as a mirror and reflected Madam Smile's face.

Anzu did not defend himself. He clearly had time to perform magical defense, but he did not do so.

Not even a barely dodge move.

He just stood calmly in the center of the courtroom, in the center of thousands of magic screens. Time seemed to stop at this moment, and all the shots were infinitely stretched in this second. Madam Smile saw Ansu tilt his head slightly, and the piercing and sharp fist wind passed by his ears, splashing circles of blood. The blood splashed in the air, reflecting countless ripples, and at the end of this second, Madam Smile saw Ansu with a happy smile on his face.

He did it on purpose. The young man deliberately took the punch with his body!

Mrs. Smile screamed wildly in her heart, this guy did it on purpose!

boom!
Everyone's breathing stopped and they stared at the scene with wide eyes.

In full view of everyone, all the force of his fists was used up, and a huge pit was smashed into the entire courtroom. Smoke and dust rose up with the wind, covering the sky and the sun. When the smoke dissipated, all the confused citizens saw the shadow of the young man. He stood at the end of the flames, as if he would never fall down, as if he would never retreat, and never escape.

Half of An Su's face was covered in blood, which kept dripping down his cheeks, soaking his entire body in blood. His white shirt was also dyed blood red, and his navy blue eyes were also soaked in the blood, a little dim, a little gloomy, and a little low, but always high-spirited, and never falling.

"Why didn't you hide?" Mrs. Smile asked tremblingly, "You could have retreated."

"Because behind me is a candle of chaos," the young man said with a slight twitch in his mouth, "Although the Church is big, I have nowhere to retreat."

All the chaotic citizens looked behind Ansu in horror, and there was indeed a gray candle behind the young man.

The reason why the chaotic gaze could descend upon the world was that it was attached to the candle. If the candle was destroyed, the Mother Goddess's gaze would naturally end. In order to protect his faith, Ansu chose not to retreat even a step in the face of the saint's heavy punch, and to protect the way with his body.

Whether it was the 300,000 citizens outside the Judgment Square who noticed this scene, or the people of all Awad who witnessed this great historical moment through the broadcast of countless magic screens.

At this moment, the people finally understood: when the flames of chaos burned from behind Ansu, the gods had already cast their vote!

【Ansu Milton】

[The Court's approval rating is 90%, 91%, 92%]

【National support rate: 10 percent】

That's his acting! That's his acting!

Madam Smile stared at An Su. She knew that she had been completely defeated. No matter her talent, policies or chaotic state, she was completely defeated by the man in front of her. She knelt down in front of An Su in despair, her pupils gradually dimming.

In just a moment,
The blasphemous punishment for violating taboos and destroying the rituals of the Seven Gods has befallen Lady Smile.

Her soul was burned by the fire of God, and her body was steamed by the fire of God, but death will not be her end. She can no longer enjoy this last gift of life, and she will continue to fall in the torment of the endless fire.

Despite this, all the STDs in her body were burned away by the fire, leaving no trace of filth; her rainbow bloodline was evaporated, and all her political rights were forever deprived of her. She had nothing left but nothing, empty nothingness.

It was not until this moment that she finally understood that thing.

Before the true, eternal sun—

"A rainbow is but a momentary ripple of thousands of sun rays passing by"

The Smiling Lady knelt down in front of Anzu and disappeared into nothingness like a rainbow; and the people of Awad, not just the 300,000 citizens of the Inquisition, but the tens of millions of people in the entire Awad, were staring at the magic screen intently, staring at the blood-stained and scarred young man in front of the swaying gray candlelight.

His whole body was covered with wounds. His wrists and palms were cut by knives, and his chest was stabbed. Dark black blood was oozing out from the wounds. The most serious injury was on his cheek. He had suffered the assassination attack from the saint, and half of his face was covered in blood.

Despite this, the young man still stood - Ansu was the last seat in the courtroom and was a prisoner who was imprisoned unjustly, but now, he was the only one standing to the end.

Tens of millions of people held their breath, lowered their heartbeats, and watched intently.

The sky had dimmed, but it was not completely dark, neither day nor night. The clouds spread out completely, and the dark blue starlight fell into the boy's eyes.
Before the night came, as the lavender color gradually infected the gray sky, in the silence of tens of millions of heartbeats, the young man finally raised his eyes, clenched his fists and raised his hands, blood streaked down his cheeks, and he shouted like this -

“Fight, fight, fight!!”

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(End of this chapter)