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

How did I see a mushroom cloud?

Mr. Devil's soul was warning, and such an incredible illusion appeared in his spiritual vision.

Lighting a candle, it's impossible to blow up my Tribunal, right?

Mr. Devil felt the inexplicable palpitations and stared at the boy on the altar.

His gray-white hair was blown up by the smoke, and the noble white shirt rustled in the wind. His back was straight, and his dark boots stood upright on his heels. There was only calmness and kindness in his dark blue eyes. If you ignore the blazing fire behind him and the deep red moonlight spreading along the sky, the boy is simply very anthropomorphic.

Ansu stood in front of the candle of life. There was only silence on the altar, as if everything was just an illusion, and the demigod-level candle of life had not yet burned.

"It should be fake."

"Didn't anything happen?"

"The candle was not lit."

"The taste of life is the most picky, and humans don't meet it."

The priests said uncertainly.

Logically speaking, the trial of life should have failed, but the people knew that Ansu's birth could not be judged by common sense, especially when they saw the crimson moonlight falling from the sky, covering and watering all the sacrifices, they knew that all this was the calm before the storm. Moonlight is the gaze, and the gaze of the gods has completely fallen from the starry sky.

But why is the demigod candle not lit?

This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

It is completely inconsistent with common sense. The divine oil refined from the demigod corpse is the highest standard of sacrifice.

Even the most authoritative priest on the scene could not explain such a phenomenon. He could only regard it as thunder and rain, or Ansu angered the mother goddess. Madam Smile was happy to see Ansu in trouble. She looked at the boy with a smile and had already concluded in her heart that how could a mere human being be more delicious than her fairy.

Even if the gaze of life came down, it was unwilling to light a candle for him.

Only Ansu vaguely understood what was going on.

He bathed in the gentle crimson moonlight, staring at the candle of life, took out a dagger from his waist, cut a deep cut along the palm of his hand, and trickled deep red blood from the wound. In the puzzled eyes of the crowd, Ansu took a step forward and dripped the blood on the candle.

Sizzle, sizzle.

The blood melted into the flames, making a sizzling sound.

The boy's blood was the sacrifice, covered by the flames, and then swallowed into the crimson red moon!

Mrs. Smile widened her eyes, how did she pour her blood on it.

"Everyone--" In full view of the crowd, Ansu opened his bloody hands, as if embracing the world, and as if playing the organ, "Let Awad be great again!"

As the boy's voice fell, the moonlight spread all over the sky, and the entire hall and even the entire Judgment Square were all covered by crimson moonlight!

[Delicious child! ! 】

The citizens of the Tribunal looked at the candle of "Life and Sacrifice" in horror. Its crimson candle flame continued to collapse inward. The demigod fuel was completely melted at this moment, and the flame collapsed into a small red dot. When the remains of the demigod were compressed to the extreme, it exploded!

At this moment, the already broken alchemy array was completely damaged!

The broken magic circuit and alchemy matrix,

The young man stood at the center of the explosion, with a cold smile on his lips. His delicate and fair cheeks seemed to be stained with sunset glow under the firelight. The luxurious aristocratic robes dragged on the ground with gray hair. The crimson flames and crimson moonlight gently wrapped him, giving people a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

In the eyes of the Mother Goddess of Life: a delicious little boy.

In the eyes of the secret believers: a little boy from the American Empire!

When Ansu dripped his blood on the demigod candle, everyone saw a dazzling and blinding white light. Before the dazzling white light dissipated, billowing smoke rose up, and a small mushroom cloud enveloped the top of the court. Then the sea of ​​fire poured out. The dome of the court had been completely opened. The hard and expensive obsidian dome could not stop the impact at all. The priests who were a little closer had no time to escape. They were swallowed by the crimson flames and turned into charcoal and flew away with the wind.

This was the first time in the hundreds of years of history of the Seven Gods Ritual that the divine oil candle was completely detonated.

No one has ever been able to do such a thing.

Its power is equivalent to the life-threatening blow of the demigod.

According to common sense, the divine oil of the demigod will be completely used as a sacrifice for the ritual and offered to the descending secret god, but this time it was extremely strange. The god did not take the blood of the demigod at all. He ignited all the candles and then took other things as sacrifices.

——That was Ansu’s blood.

No one could believe this fact: in the eyes of the Mother Goddess of Life, Ansu's blood was more delicious than the blood of a demigod corpse!

Damn it. Mr. Devil only had regrets in his heart. He should have embezzled it earlier.

It was all because he was mad at Ansu this time. He wanted to deal with this guy properly, so he violated the traditional virtues of the Chaos Church. After applying for the approval of the demigod candle from the parliament, he did not replace it with a inferior one!

If he replaced it with a low-quality saint oil candle, it would not be so powerful.

This is the punishment from the Mother Goddess for him violating traditional virtues.

Mr. Devil cried in his heart: I finally became honest once, but you made me lose so thoroughly.

The explosion was far from over. The alchemical matrix had been blown to pieces, so the fire of the gods on the altar poured into the court of justice. It first devoured the nearest priest, and then the second explosion exploded, even bigger. More smoke and flames directly drowned the judges in the first row, and then covered the higher-level officials and nobles.

Those executives and aristocrats were completely dumbfounded. Didn't they just reject Ansu's joining? As for the explosion? They never thought that watching a theater could put their lives in danger. They just came to watch the show and did not want to become a part of the show.

The explosion was too close and too fast. Even if someone reacted and deployed magic protection, they could not resist the demigod's fire. The demigod's flame could burn everything in its path and was enough to devour warlocks like them.

The most desperate thing is that the second explosion is just the beginning.

The remaining judges looked at the altar with horror on their faces. They had lived several lifetimes and had never seen such a terrifying and strange life. They blinked their eyes, suspecting that they were hallucinating.

Because they saw the crimson flame, which symbolized life, fighting with the flames of other gods.

Why are you still interested in protecting food?

It’s still a fucking one versus three!

The crimson flame first slapped the deep black flame of 'Calamity', and then slapped the alchemy flame of 'Golden', and then struggled with the fastest and largest blood-red flame 'Pain'. Every collision of the flames will ignite a surge , every time the flame is devoured, death will bloom, crimson and blood red will splash everywhere, golden gold and deep black will be annihilated together. Now not only the life candle exploded, but other candles also exploded completely, and mushroom clouds rose up and flew one after another. .

This is like a chain reaction. Once the life candle is ignited, other candles will also explode!

The Tribunal was constantly trembling in the mutual devouring and fusion of flames, and this sacred building with a history of tens of thousands of years was destroyed in the fire.

No one can stop this fire except the demigods. But the demigods in the spectator seats only came with their gazes, and their bodies were not in the judgment hall.

This time the game got serious. Mr. Devil broke into a cold sweat.

"Curse! Curse! Curse!"

All the officials of the Tribunal, only the lunatics of the Life Esoteric Cult showed expressions of joy and ecstasy. They couldn't wait to gaze at the divine flame. They gazed ecstatically at the young man on the altar, spreading their arms and splitting their lips. , threw themselves into the flames of life with great expectations, and when they were burned and swallowed by the flames, they cheered crazily:

"That's a cursed child! That's cursed blood!"

"Dedicate all your life to the child of the curse!"

[Ansu Morningstad support rate, 60%]

【Seventy percent】

【Eighty percent! 】

The crazy words of the Life Cultist of the Cursed Son before his death awakened Mr. Devil.

He had never thought about it.

Different from the current world Anzu lives in, this is Naraku thirty thousand years ago.

Just like the [Child of Blessing] has not yet been born, the first generation of [Child of Curse] has not appeared in this world, but only existed in the god's revelation. "After the fall of the red moon, the era of curse and blessing coexisted." The first heirs will be born from blood and fire. ’

The Theocracy of Avad has never even had a Son of Darkness, let alone a Son of the Damned.

The first generation of cursed children inherited the origin of life, and their cursed bloodline was the strongest. Only the blood of the first-generation Cursed Son could make the Mother Goddess of Life abandon the divine oil of the demigods.

'Anzu is the first generation of the Cursed Child'. Mr. Demon has never imagined this possibility. This is not his problem. The priests and scholars of the entire Awadh Theocracy will not think that a Cursed Child can be a human race. According to the academic conception, children of the curse will only be born from the darkest and most chaotic races.

How could it be human?

How could it be human?

How could it be Ansu!

Yesterday, he was full of blessings and brilliance, and he was even suspected of being the 'son of blessing'. The entire citizens of Awadh were watching. How could this area be completely overturned overnight!

To a certain extent, Mr. Devil's conjecture was half correct. Ansu was indeed not the first Cursed Child. He was the Cursed Child 30,000 years later, the last descendant of the Cursed. This is far from being called the first generation - that's the common sense.

But when he jumped into the river of life 20,000 times and his soul was tainted with the original aura, common sense was overturned.

‘Naraku’ is a trial and judgment given by the gods, and Ansu is already qualified to wear the crown.

"Human, stop it! You win!"

Mrs. Smile could no longer smile. Her entire face seemed to be cracked along her face. People were being burned to death. But Mrs. Smile didn't care about the lives of the people. She only cared about her declining approval rating now. , if more people die, she will completely step down.

Once the trial ceremony begins, no one can stop it unless the person on trial voluntarily gives up.

"I order in the name of the 'Presiding Judge and Preparatory Saint' to stop this ceremony immediately." Mrs. Smile stared at Ansu's face, "This ceremony is over. Even if you win, stop it immediately. !”

"It's not that I lost to you, it's just for the sake of the overall situation."

It is undoubtedly a humiliation for Mrs. Smile to take the initiative to admit defeat.

In Madam's eyes, it is undoubtedly an honor for the latter to let the great correct leader and the noble dark race surrender to a pure-blooded human being.

The burned chaotic nobles and judges, including vampires, deep sea demons, dark elves, rainbow elves and other advanced dark races, these adults who were invited to watch the ceremony also issued instructions.

"Agree with Mrs. Smile's proposal to withdraw Ansu's trial. You have passed our review."

All seats in the trial court passed the proposal and unanimously voted to cancel Ansu's trial.

According to the procedure, Ansu is already innocent and does not need to continue this ceremony.

But no matter how the judges called, Ansu remained unmoved. He stood calmly in the sea of ​​​​fire, calmly watching the flames engulf the judges, his navy blue eyes not wavering at all.

"Anzu, stop!"

"This trial is over."

"If you continue, you will be violating the parliament! Going against the people!"

"You are an enemy of all our nobles and the family behind us. You must think carefully!"

"One last warning, our trial against you is over!"

The judges' orders became more and more urgent, and they became more and more angry, but Ansu seemed not to hear them. He tilted his head as the big men made noisy noises. The long gray hair falls down,

"My lords."

Ansu's body was bathed in the firelight and under the endless crimson moon shadow. His side face was so sacred and so charming. He opened his arms and smiled, raising his hands,

"Your judgment against me is over, but my judgment against you has just begun."

"So you have no right to cancel this ceremony-"

The bright fire burst out, smearing all the brilliance with blasphemy. Every quiet place, every piece of glass, and every step was ignited. The sea of ​​​​fire fell down along the broken dome of the trial court, life, alchemy, pain, and disaster. , four-color flames surrounded the dark nobles and judges. Since the Inquisition was built, there has never been such a huge sea of ​​fire.

"Mr. Devil, Ms. Smile——"

Ansu clearly stood at the bottom of the Tribunal, but under the reflection of the bright firelight behind him, his shadow stood at the top of the Tribunal. His shadow covered the entire world. From then on, no one could stand there. Above Anzu.

"I am your chief judge."

The young man smiled calmly and stepped into the realm of [Chaotic] ​​Candles!