"So are you ready with a demigod-level fire extinguisher?"

After Mr. Demon heard Ansu's words, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Your sense of humor is amazing. You may be better suited to be a comedian than a member of Parliament." He maintained his tense expression, "But please rest assured that under the supervision of our Chaos Management Bureau, the entire There are no fire hazards in the Inquisition."

"Who is responsible if something goes wrong?" Ansu looked at Mr. Devil suspiciously, "I won't pay any compensation."

"I'm responsible."

Mr. Demon smiled disdainfully. He was just a pure-blooded human being, but the Mother Goddess didn't even look at him. What could happen?

"Please do your best to show yourself." He said, "There is no need to hide it."

"That's what you said."

Ansu was relieved after getting the promise. He looked at Mr. Demon with admiration in his eyes. He is a good cadre and leader of the people of the Holy City, with a spirit of dedication, and he praised him, "You are really a purebred old man."

"Hey, don't act like that." Mr. Demon was a little proud of the praise, but the people in the whole district were watching. He coughed again and straightened his expression, "Ahem, even if you praise me like that, I It’s impossible to favor you.”

He coughed again, returned courtesy, and politely complimented Ansu, "You have many family members like you."

"Ha, you are too humble. You look more like me." Ansu said with a smile, "You look like the whole family."

"This little mouth is as sweet as arsenic." Mr. Demon nodded towards Ansu. Although this guy is a human, he has a very high emotional intelligence. If the trial fails, he will be left intact.

"Go quickly." Mr. Demon coughed again, "The ritual candle will allow you to see the illusion of the past - you know this rule, right."

Anzu nodded.

Seven demigod oil candles have been placed around the altar. These candles are all refined from the sacred remains of the corresponding esoteric demigods after their death. In the free and equal country of Awad Theocracy, not only the common people's The corpses will be sold to be made into various figures, and even the corpses of demigods will be put to good use.

The corpse oil of the demigod of Awadh, also known as the sacred oil of Awadh, has the effects of strengthening the body, nourishing yin and replenishing qi, and rejuvenating the body. It is hard to find a drop at auction, but in the court of justice it is difficult to find a drop. They were luxuriously made into ceremonial candles, which shows that the scale of this ceremony is grand and rare.

After all, this is also the first trial of ‘pre-selected members’ in Awad in a century since the fall of the red moon.

In addition to Awad sacred oil candles, there are also a dazzling array of cream cakes produced by the little witch placed around the altar, which adds a strange and indescribable atmosphere, making people feel trembling and mentally broken just standing in the center of the altar.

Which genius thought of using Luojia's cake as a sacrifice without fear of poisoning the Mother Goddess of Life?

Ansu stood among the pile of taboo sacrifices, and looked a little uncomfortable when he looked at the butter cake as a sacrifice, which reminded him of his bad memories of yesterday; the priests who were responsible for presiding over the ceremony looked at Ansu's expression. Feeling uncomfortable, he knew that this human being was frightened by the big scene.

The corners of Mrs. Smile's lips cracked into her standard leisurely smile, and she was grinning, waiting for Ansu to make a fool of herself.

The results of my trial have come out. As expected, six of the seven candles lit up, and the two brightest candles, the 'Mother Goddess of Disaster' and the 'Mother Goddess of Life', were as bright as incandescent lamps. Even if this result is unreliable, In the entire Chaos Theocracy record, it is also a very good result.

Except for the one from the Demon Clan and Miss Canglan from the Secret Cult of Life, Mrs. Smile's talent is unrivaled among her peers.

No matter how naive his behavior is, Ansu is still a human being, and at most he only has a spark.

After all, this is a demigod-level candle, not one of those street stalls on the border.

Luo Xiaohei also lay on the ground, wagging his tail, and looked at Ansu curiously. She had also tested this so-called Seven Gods Ritual in this world thirty thousand years later. Except for the shadow candle, almost all the seven candles were It was bright, and the candlelight dyed half of the night sky as bright as day, causing a sensation in the entire Holy Awadh Theocracy.

The trial ceremony has begun. Ansu walked into the area covered by the ceremony. The first candle was pain and blood. The skull sacred pattern was reflected in front of the candle. As soon as he stepped in, all kinds of pain appeared in front of his eyes. Illusions, these were all his past experiences. These painful memories formed the auxiliary trial materials. The young man smiled and faced all kinds of painful memories calmly.

The last time he passed the Saint Candle, Ansu saw the painful past of his six years of constant water life and five years of studying medicine. This time, the advanced Demigod Candle could not be knocked down no matter how painful it was. he

But slowly, Ansu's expression gradually became subtle.

Because of my progress after studying medicine for five years,

Is it him? Three years of clinical training!

"What deep pain, what deep resentment, what joyful torture"

The expressions of the Anguished Cultists present changed one after another, and the Bishop of Anguish in the audience looked even more solemn, "I felt unparalleled pain and disaster from that boy, as if he could swallow everything."

"It's so painful that you can still hold back from turning black. If my analysis is correct," Bishop Pain nodded, "This boy is a two-dimensional person."

It’s actually a two-dimensional pain!

The pain cultists made an uproar, knowing that the pain in the second dimension is the most painful pain in the world.

Without friends or lovers, they indulge in the virtual world of magic every day, watching other people's beautiful and bitter youth, and trying to put themselves in it. They say disdain, but deep in their hearts, they are lonely and eager. They waste time and years aimlessly every day, but never have the courage to go further, and always wait in self-torture.

And when they are ready to wake up, they will find that their youth is over.

The analysis of the painful bishop is correct, because studying medicine is equivalent to watching the second dimension. There is no youth, no love, and after waking up (changing majors), they find that their youth is over (hair falls out)

The candle of pain and blood swayed in the wind, shaking out some sparks.

And Ansu's support rate began to rise again because of the support of the painful believers.

[30%, 31%]

"Shut up, this is not painful enough! Do you know my pain!" Mrs. Smile said coldly, "This degree can't be compared with the pain I suffer!"

The candle of pain behind Mrs. Smile was as bright as a light bulb.

"If you think it's fun to force to death a little infp butterfly girl with bipolar disorder + severe depression + scars all over her arms + sensitive, delicate, lonely, crazy, wearing a personality mask and fake smile + severe schizophrenia + crying all day and night, then support Ansu!"

I'm awesome, this one is even more heavyweight!

The believers of pain quickly turned to Mrs. Smile.

Ansu's rising momentum slowly stopped again, and the smile on Mrs. Smile's mouth became colder and colder. She looked at Ansu's little flame with contempt, saying that you can't compare with this fairy in the field of pain.

Luo Xiaohei also patted his belly and laughed. She was still worried that Ansu would break her own record. In this case, it's not worth mentioning at all!

The little flame of the candle of pain swayed in the cold wind, and it was about to go out at any time and end. Ansu's memory of suffering in his previous life was over. In the long years that followed, he was a rich second-generation who couldn't bear the wealth. Although he was rich enough, he didn't let the flame of pain fluctuate at all.

After all, those who study medicine have already suffered all the pain in their next life.

"It's over." Mr. Devil next to him shook his head and urged, "Go light the next candle."

"The sooner the trial is over, the sooner the work will be over."

When everyone thought that Ansu was just a small flame in the end, Ansu's memory of suffering came to the out-of-control Dawn Church - to the long river of life,

- the 21,600 times of falling and rising.

[You strongly attracted the gaze of the Mother Goddess of Pain]

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped.

The chaotic citizens watched the flames stagnate slightly, and the rustling autumn wind caressed the ice crystals on the river surface, making a slightly sharp and suppressed sound. Apart from that, the world was silent, only life was flowing slowly. The pain believers were the first to notice the abnormality. They stood up in fear and suspicion, looking around, but they did not sense where the fear came from, but felt that their hearts were stagnant for no reason.

It was as if the original pain had descended into this world at this moment.

It was like an illusion.

"Look at that candle, look at that candle——" A noble in the viewing area screamed, "Look at the candle in front of Ansu!"

Everyone looked at Ansu's candle of pain, and they could not look away.

Their eyes were almost blinded.

After the dazzling light and short-term blindness, the scene on the altar finally appeared in front of everyone.

The original small flame had disappeared, and the frenzied blood-red fire snakes ignited the corpse oil of the demigod. Under the gaze of the Mother Goddess of Pain, thousands of fire snakes scattered out and gathered together to flow into a vast sea of ​​fire. There were high-level defense arrays around the court, but in just a moment, the alchemy array had been burned through most of it. All the priests could not believe their eyes. They had been presiding over the court for so many years, but this was the first time they saw someone in such pain!

The blood-red flame was the color of blood, and also the color of the Mother Goddess of Pain, symbolizing war, death and reincarnation.

The citizens outside the courtroom have completely fallen into madness. They chase the chaos and watch all this excitedly. Looking at the painful sea of ​​blood and fire, this is right, this is interesting, and this is worthy of today's ticket price!

This explosion scene is much more painful than the youth scars of the infp fairy!

Others are light bulbs, Ansu threw a grenade directly onto the stage, and it was a demigod-level grenade!

[Support rate in the courtroom area: 50%]

In just a moment, Ansu's support rate reached half!

"Okay." Ansu replied to Mr. Devil as if nothing had happened, "I'll hurry up and get the next candle."

"Hey, buddy, wait--" Before Mr. Devil finished speaking, Ansu walked to the northwest of the altar, the area covered by the alchemy and human candles.

[You attracted the attention of the alchemist]

[Support rate in the Tribunal: 60%]

Knives made from frozen blood, a hybrid version of Plants vs. Zombies, handles installed on steel doors, cyber human alchemy.

Various alchemical experiences emerged, and everyone heard another loud noise coming from the altar. This time it was a firebomb, and platinum-colored flames rolled in the northwest. A small hole had been broken in the alchemical array of the Tribunal, and gunpowder smoke overflowed from the hole, and thick smoke hovered over Awad.

The Tribunal is one of the most extravagant buildings in Awad. It costs a lot of money. It’s all wasted money!

"No! Stop! Stop it!" Mr. Demon shouted.

What he regrets most now is that he provided demigod-level candles, which was equivalent to preparing demigod-level ammunition for the birth.

Once the ceremony begins, unless Ansu, who is the subject of the trial, stops on his own initiative, anyone who stops the ceremony will be disrespectful to the gods and will be punished by the gods.

However, Mr. Devil feels that this is no different from divine punishment.

"Don't stop, do it quickly?"

Ansu was surprised by Mr. Demon's grandeur and quickly walked towards the next direction.

Wherever he went, he exploded. The candle in the southwest was a disaster candle. Fallen angels, flower fairies, and various illusions of the Black Death came to mind. Deep black flames suddenly erupted from the candles. This time it was a grenade, a black disaster. The fire bloomed from the sacred oil and swallowed up the remains of the demigod. Layers of cracks and cracks spread along the barrier, and the holes opened further.

[You have attracted the attention of the Mother Goddess of Disaster]

The young man walked quietly among the flames, his long gray hair spread in the air with the flowing fire. There was no wave or confusion in his navy blue eyes. Countless memories in this life were spread out in his eyes, painful memories, alchemy Memories of disaster, memories of disaster, all the past converged into his present, the blood-red fire, the golden fire, the deep black fire, all the flames turned into the eyes staring at him.

Ansu walked on the road paved with flames and gazes, walking slowly towards the end of the long stairs.

Mrs. Smile was completely dumbfounded. She turned to look at her candle, which was as bright as a lightbulb, and then stared at the sea of ​​​​fire on the Ansu altar where dragons and tigers were sitting, feeling that her Jade Syndrome was getting worse.

She suspected that she hadn't woken up.

At this time, the flames on Ansu's altar were clearly divided into three seas of fire, the blood-red fire of pain, the brilliant golden alchemical fire, and the deep black fire of disaster. What made Mrs. Smile doubt her life the most was that she Seeing the three flames devouring each other and impacting each other, causing countless explosions and shattering fires.

It's like a scramble.

Not only Mrs. Smile noticed this strange phenomenon, but also all the believers in the Judgment Hall noticed this anomaly.

"How is this possible? You are overthinking it." Someone murmured to himself, and he shook his head, "How could this human being be deceived by a god?"

But when Ansu walked in front of the 'Life and Sacrifice' candle, everyone fell silent.

".Why did I see the mushroom cloud?"

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